Hello again! Thanks to you who reviewed the last chapter, to the rest of you; did you not like my story? (doing puppy eyes). Right... moving on…
To Nonwritten and everyone ells wondering I will try to finish my other stories too but I have kind of written my self in to a corner and it will probably take some time before I get out of it. Thanks for the support.
What no one knew was that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and given her certain powers.
Jareth hated that line. He hated the whole story, but that line most of all, mostly because it was true. Had he known what would happen because of that line, he'd never have started it all by giving that fool the dream that inspired him to write the book.
Jareth did not know what it was that pulled him to Sarah. Perhaps it was her lively fantasy; maybe that she was a lot like him in behaviour and thought. He should probably have understood that she'd never let herself be defeated. From the very beginning he had done everything for her not to make it through. Letting her start from one of the harder entrances; told his subjects not to help her (not that they all obeyed); taken time from her; sent her to the bog; and as a last solution enchanted her; and still she made it to the castle.
She was not the first. If you really wanted what you wished away, you usually made it through the labyrinth and got back home intact, hopefully a bit wiser by the experience.
But Jareth really wanted Sarah to stay with him in the labyrinth…
He had been devastated when Sarah left, moping around for weeks. His owl form had started moulting. He'd been miserable because he knew that once you wished someone away you did not do it again.
Fortunately, not even goblin kings can sulk in eternity and after a couple of months he'd pulled himself together and made the goblins clean the castle. Cleaning the castle was something usually only done once every hundred years and the goblins dread it with force. They used to threaten their kids with it when they want them to behave. After some chicken and goblin kicking (he even danced and sang some), the goblins were relieved by it, as it was a sure sign that the king was better. Life went back to its old ways in the Goblin kingdom. And Jareth swore he never again fall in love.
But now four years later she was back in his life. She had wished someone away and she did not want him back. Jareth watched from a safe distance as Sarah fussed over her brother. Toby was getting slightly irritated by his older sister after the tenth time she had him count her fingers and asking if he had a headache or felt sick.
Sarah had grown both in mind and body in these years. Even her dreams had changed, Jareth noted, for the better if you asked him. He was never a big fan of balls. Sarah finally let Toby get up from the ground, and Toby noticed the strange man behind his sister.
"Wow, are you the Goblin King?" Jareth was startled from his plotting by the five year olds question.
"Yes I am. How are you Toby? You've grown some since I last saw you." Jareth answered the big-eyed boy.
"I'm fine thank you." Toby got a strange look on his face that Sarah would have called his dangerous face. He usually said something strange or did something weird when he got that face. "Are you going to take Sarah away now?"
Sarah made a strange sound at her brother's words.
"What makes you think I will do that?" Jareth asked fascinated.
"Well you are supposed to be in love with the girl right? Makes sense that you save her from the bad man and then whisk her away to your kingdom. Where's your white horse?" Toby said as if he was explaining something everyone knew.
"Toby," Sarah protested weakly but Jareth interrupted her.
"Does it has to be a white horse?" Jareth asked thoughtfully.
"Well it is usually but I guess a black will be all right too." Toby said after a seconds of thought.
"Will it?" Jareth said with a dangerous smile.