Chapter 6: Fallen Angel
Spinning around, Jareth pears into the corridor he had wandered into, trying to put as much distance between the darkness and his light, Sarah. She's back!-How did she get back!? And who is that girl with her?! Pushing those thoughts aside, he leans wearily against the stone wall, looking around the ally he had stumbled into. "Where are you shadow king?" he murmurs.
"Oh, you know, just waiting for you to finally give up and explain to me who that fascinating woman is. Is she your queen?"
He jumps off the wall, ignoring the queen comment and wincing as his back wound painfully complies to his body's movement. "Come on out you coward! Hiding in the umbrage and stabbing a man in the back is not how one fights!" Terrill smirks, his black cloak blending in with shadows.
Walking out slowly, he twirls the hilt of a sword. "What? Out of shadow blades already? Or just too weak to continue, princeling?"
The Shadow prince scowls. "You idiot! We have been fighting for days and we both know your armies grow weaker each passing day. My shadows feast on death and decay, which is all your kingdom is anymore." He finishes with a sarcastic smirk.
"What will make you stop this?"Jareth's hand tightens around the handle of his blade, his face forming a scowl.
"Oh shut up, you imbecile," the prince says nonchalant. "You know what I want, so why can't you just give it to me? I will be more than happier to run you into the ground, but you are weaken and it is less fun for me to fight without a powerful enemy."
The Goblin King looks up from the ground to the Prince. His face, like chiseled stone, capturing the day's ending glow, makes him look like a fallen angel, purposeful and deadly. "I will never give up. I love my kingdom and all of its subjects beyond what you, puny prince, will ever able to conceive." Moving as quicker than light, he stands with his bloodied sword against his enemy's neck. He draws no blood, though, as the prince begins to fearfully back himself into the stone wall. Jareth gives his neck no leeway, "I will fight to my death to protect my family with my life, even if there is no blood relation." The King's height dwarfs the prince. He adjusts his head to stare into the prince's eyes, his own flashing with anger and protective love. The monarch sees a hint of fear in the shadowy grey eyes of the prince, and he gives a small smirk. "So, I will await for your attack tomorrow, unless you decide to throw in the towel on your undeferred warfare."
The Keeper of Shadows smiles sadistically in response, inclining his head upward. "Tomorrow, you will give me your throne, your subjects, your Labyrinth..." With a thrust of his blade, the Keeper inflicts another wound onto the King, "and your Champion." Backing off from the bleeding lord, he is swallowed by his shadows, leaving a dark aura coating the air.
With the Prince gone, Jareth stumbles forward, letting the full weight of his wounds affect him. His platinum hair cascades forward over his cheekbones attempting to hide the pain showing on his newly scared and freshly bleeding face. Dropping his sword, he lets his hands wander over his wounds, healing the most fatal in order to save most of his magic to heal his army. He stands, picks up his sword, and starts heading for the castle, clear love in his eyes. She is here. I feel her power coursing through my veins. With her here, I am more than positive that we will be the victors of this war. Smiling softly, he runs to his love, his champion, his Sarah.