Chapter 8: Damn Riddles, Damn Glitter
After I voice that I am okay, Sarah falls silent. "Sarah? Is everything alright? What happened when I was, um, out?"
Sarah helps me into a sitting position all while talking, "Well, Mr. Seabirus carried you into this bedroom and I tended to you." She hurdle rushed through to the end, "Rose..?" Her voice turning quiet.
"Yes Sarah?"
"I'm not sure if I made the right choice in coming back-" Just then the doors barge open, with a very emotion-filled Goblin King. Sarah's eyes open wide as her cheeks flush slightly while she looks over him. His shirt is as white as snow and pants as smooth as a baby's bum, not the same distressed and blooded clothes she last saw him in. "Jareth…" She says his name with a smile as she rises.
His eyes looking tired and weak, brighten as she says his name, and he goes over to her. "Sarah-mine, you have finally returned home."
Sarah gives a small smile, "Home is a foreign word to me right now…" Realizing whom she is talking to she straightens up and puts on an upset face. "But tell me this, why is the Goblin Kingdom in such ruin?! How did this battle start, and by whom?! Also, who is that black-haired blue boy, and why is he giving me orders?! And another thing-"
"Stop." Jareth holds up a gloved hand before turning to me. "Please excuse us, Miss…" He pauses a moment seeming to be tripping on his words before letting "Aber" leave his lips. "Miss. Williams and I must leave to finish this pending inquisition." His voice trails off, but the imprint of it makes me want to beg for him to continue to talk with his silky smooth pronunciation.
"Uh...yeah...'Course, your highness." He gives me a smile before fluently taking the arm of a fuming and flustered Sarah. She glances behind, bequeathing onto me the evil eye before the doors shut as the exit the room.
As soon as the doors shut, Jareth encompasses them both in glitter, transporting them to an upper room. Letting go of her arm, he lowers his hand, enfolding hers in his. "Now, my pet, you want answers." Sarah, too shocked and glitterfied from the previous events, had become, surprisingly, speechless. She takes her hand out of his and nods, listening, while attempting, and failing, to get the glitter out of her ensemble. Jareth licks his lips, to wet them, before answering, "For your first question, as to why my kingdom is in such a state, is due to the war. Now, assuming that you have picked up on that, the battle started as all battles do, with an attack. Unfortunately for us, the reason behind it has been stewing in Terrill's mind for ages. He is a spoiled brat who doesn't understand that life isn't always fair." Sarah opens her mouth to interject, but his royal blondness cuts her off. "Sush. You wanted your questions answered, yes? Now for the other pain in my behind, Seabirus. He's a prince, soon to be king, who was raised just like Terrill. Actually, come to think of it, they were friends, them and that Sun-girl….hmmm…"
Sarah, seeing her chance to talk, asks, "What was 'that Sun-girl''s name? Was it Dawn Brightly? That girl Seabirus is head-over-heals for?"
Jareth nods slowly, "Yes, her name is Dawn, she is alive, so please, don't refer to her in a past tense." He smiles, "Now, dearest Sarah, do you have anymore questions for me, while you have me for yourself?"
"Yes… Why did my friends stop visiting me? And don't pretend like you don't know who I am talking about!" She reaches up and pokes him in the chest.
Jareth slowly takes her hand off of him, and growls out melodically, "Such a temper...still haven't grown up, have we, girl." Sarah's eyes widened and she snaches back her hand, not dignifying him with a response. "Ooh, no words? Seems I have made you go speechless twice in the past few minutes." He smirks, his voice dropping down an octave. "For your information, Sarah, I never made them stop...you did. You quit giving them your time and attention. You damaged your relationship with them, I did nothing but stand idly by and watch you crush their hearts. They are still alive, if you give a care. But, riddle me this, why did you never call upon me till now, when you wanted to prove your silly, whimsical, sanity to a girl you just met a year ago? Do you know anything about her and her past? Have you even once met her parents? Don't even try to come up with an excuse, Sarah-mine. You still act as you did when you were a mere fifteen years, selfish. And yet," he coos, "you still think of yourself as a better person than me. You labeled me the villain without even trying to get to know me." He sighs, and softly finishes, "Go back to your friend, Sarah, you're probably worried about her."
With a flick and turn of his index finger, Sarah was standing in the medical hall wing. Turning around she groans and leans against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. "Why does he have to be so darn annoying and right with his...his... damn riddles in his smug way!? UGH!" With that, Sarah drops her head and smirks as more glitter falls out of her dark chestnut hair. "And why does it have to be damn glitter…?"