A/N: Hi again, dear Readers! I'm sorry that it took me so long to update this story, but due to a "very smart" idea I had a few weeks ago I am now having to juggle with updating three ongoing multichapter fanfics, which sucks to say the least (Btw, for those of you who have read/commmented on my other Narnian story Lying in Wait thank you so much!). I'll try to make it my goal to do chapters once a week if I can. Anyways, I've finally managed to update now, which is great! :)

In terms of length, although this chapter is very large words-wise, it doesn't move as far through the plot as the other chapters did (one of the reasons it's called Part 1), but hopefully it will make up for that by being so well written (I hope!)It also contains the last of the "Narnia extracts", but it's at the end instead of the beginning, and you will see why as you read. I hope you enjoy, and R&R if you can!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything mentioned in the story, and I don't make money off it either. Sob!Sob! :'(

"Hello?"

Edmund Pevensie had now regained consciousness and was gazing frantically into the darkness that enveloped him. He was tied down onto a chair in the middle of a long room. From what he could see was paved with gratings and covered in a decade's worth of slime and muck, which meant that he was still concealed somewhere in the Underground. He could hear above him a low rumble as a train passed overhead, and wondered for the first time whereabouts he was. Had the passageway they had been travelling down lead to some sort of undiscovered gap beneath the railing? At that thought he realised with horror that he had no idea what had happened to Susan or Peter when they had been ambushed by those men, and in a frightened panic struggled madly against his bonds. He cried out in pain as he felt his wrists draw blood. The chicken wire that had been wrapped crudely around them cut into his flesh. "Is there anybody there?" he yelled as he tried once again to free his hands.

A bright light was suddenly switched on, causing Edmund to quickly screw his eyes shut. He opened them after a few seconds and gasped. He could now see that he was trapped in was a small hovel, with walls made up of cheap red brick and covered in engine wire for the vehicles above, proving that he was in some sort of an empty basement area below. However, there was no doubt that this place had only recently been occupied. There were a number of beer bottles and scattered piles of broken glass around the room; a table where he could see smoke rising from an ashtray that had only recently been used; coats and tins of food lying in a corner; and in the very centre of the room lay the unconscious body of a blond haired boy, someone who as Edmund looked closer, was horribly familiar…

"Oh My God. Peter." He breathed as his body shook, realising that his brother wasn't moving. He couldn't see any blood, but the dark haired King knew more than anyone that there were other ways of killing a human being than impaling them. He waited impatiently for his brother to move, to speak to him, anything, but he stayed still. Edmund's face contorted in fear as he tried to hold in his anguish, but it burst out of him and he screamed, "Peter!"

"He's not dead, you know."

The Just King turned to see a tall, dishevelled figure walk from behind him and into view. He was dressed in dirty, discoloured clothes that were far too short for him; his bony elbow protruded through his short sleeved shirt and his knees poked out from holes in his trousers, where they had worn through, and Edmund could see to his disgust that they were grubby and caked with dirt. The boy recognised from his voice that he was the same man who had captured him and who for some reason he had recognised but his captor wore a cheap woollen hat, cut into so that he could see, over his head to hide his face. If he had seen him anywhere else, Edmund would have mistaken him for a tramp, but here he could only tell that it was this man that lived in the room he was now being held in, and that for whatever reason he was responsible for kidnapping him and Peter.

The man approached him, making him retch as the putrid smell from his unwashed clothes hit him. He smiled, revealing a nasty array of rotten teeth.

"Now what were you and your family doing snooping around, Edmund Pevensie?"

"How the hell do you know my name?" The boy shrank away as his captor leered at him, and kneeled closer until he was practically breathing into his face.

"Do you not recognise me?"

"No!" Edmund managed to shuffle his chair further away from the tramp, causing the stranger to stand up and give him an almost quizzical look as he trembled, "Where's Susan and Lucy? And what have you done with my brother?"

"Oh, handsome here?" The man laughed, roughly kicking Peter's face with his foot and causing Edmund to struggle angrily as he did so, "He's just asleep. You know, I'm really upset that you don't remember who I am, Edmund. I used to be one of you closest friends after all."

"You're lying!" the King sat still, glaring at his captor venomously, "I would never trust anyone as foul as you!"

His captor laughed, and said, "Spoken exactly like a King of Narnia."

Edmund mouth fell open at the mention of the Pevensie's greatest secret. How had this tramp known? He knew for a fact that even if what the masked man had claimed was true, he had never revealed to anyone he knew in England that he had been to another world, which could only mean…

"You're not from England, are you?"

The stranger grinned, "I knew you would figure it out eventually. After all, if the four High Kings and Queens accidently stumbled through a portal back to their own planet, let's just say that a Narnian could easily have followed them."

"Wait, you followed us?" Edmund muttered as he tried to think back to when they had fallen back out of the wardrobe after leaving Narnia. They had left the Spare room with the Professor; was it possible that only a few seconds afterwards, someone had snuck out after them and left the house without anyone realising? It had to be a mistake. As if the man understood his confusion, he answered.

"Yes, Edmund, I did. I followed all of you, so that it would be possible for me to fulfil my purpose, away from the protection of Aslan and in a place where you would only be four helpless children, in a world unfortunately far too inexperienced to help you."

The man stared coldly at Edmund, sending chills through his spine.

"Do you know what purpose I am talking about?"

"How should I?"

The stranger grinned evilly and reached for his hat, tugging at it from the hop of his head. With one smooth pull, he removed it from his face.

"I want revenge." That was all he said.

Edmund gasped. He now knew that he hadn't wanted to believe it when he recognised his voice, but that face! His slightly dark complexion, long black hair that had gotten greasy and grown longer since he had last seen him, but failing to cover his unmistakeable grey eyes…

It was Jareth.

Extract from "A History of Narnia" written and bound during the illustrious Golden Age of our High Kings and Queens, by their royal advisor and most trusted companion Tumnus, the faun:

It was King Edmund the Just who first discovered the traitor. On a cold winter's night, so frozen that even the moles shivered in their warm underground homes, the King became concerned for his sleeping sister, and so he crept silently to her room with the notion of providing her with a few blankets to keep her alive. However, he reached the door to her room to find it unlocked, and left slightly unopen. So he looked through the crack and watched in silent anger as her lover, the man they had trusted with all their hearts, came torwards her lifeless body and whilst holding her lips open, administered a sinister silvery liquid into the Valiant Queen's mouth, thus rendering her asleep for a short time. It became quite clear to the King that he had been doing this for ever since that fateful night at the Ball in order to keep his beloved asleep, and whatever reason he had for doing it, it was with malicious intent.

King Edmund burst into the room and took the queen's fiancée by surprise, knocking him down and pinning him whilst he called to his guards who reprimanded the traitor and dragged him to the dungeons. The Just King did not hesitate in alerting his brother High King Peter, and it was soon announced the next morning to the entire kingdom that the enchanter had been discovered, causing utter outrage as they realised that it was their soon to have been King.

A few days after this, in the absence of the enchantment, the Queen Lucy awoke. Both the kingdom and her siblings rejoiced, but she did not remember anything that would have proved of her betrothed's treachery, and demanded to see him. On hearing this Peter the Magnificent decided that they would make the Archenlander stand trial against the noble court and Knights of Narnia, in order to piece together the truth from the lies. So it was decreed, and on the morning of the first day of that New Year 1015 that the betrayer stood before them, and to the horror of Queen Lucy proclaimed that he was guilty of all charges.

It soon became clear that when he fled his own county after being banished, he came across Narnia under the rule of the Witch Jadis, and soon after joined her followers. She had discovered what had happened to him and so she tempted him with promises of marriage and power, until eventually he became her most trusted minion and would do anything for her. Eventually though she sent him and a small army away to the South and Calormen, in order to gain land and the trust of their leaders, and when they finally returned he was shocked to find that Jadis was dead and that the country was now ruled by the four chosen by Aslan in the prophecy.

He had planned how to get her back, and he had done so by arriving at Cair Paravel and gaining the trust and eventual heart of one of our Queens, and then whilst she was dancing slipped the first draught of the spell into her wineglass, a spell that in exactly one year to the day would have enabled him and the last few of his followers to resurrect the soul of the White Witch and place it in the Queen's own body. The traitor boasted with glee that if they had succeeded it would have only been a few months before he would have smuggled in his grotesque circle of hags, werewolves and witches to perform the ceremony, and that the other three Kings and Queens wouldn't have stood a chance against their own sister.

At this point the Valiant Queen herself, fraught with pain and disbelief, cried out that he should be killed, and the Knights rushed torwards him only to see him transform before their very eyes into a glistening White Stag and vanish into thin air. The Queen broke down and began to sob.

The Council was in complete turmoil over this new development, and so after demanding for them to be silent, the High King said that he and his four siblings would go and hunt down the traitor, and that if anyone outside of the hall should enquire anything about it, we were to say that the enchanter had been executed and that the monarchy were hunting for an infamous magical creature who had the power to grant wishes. Reluctantly, the council agreed.

The Pevensie family set off the next day, but none of them returned. Whether this was because they had been sent back to their own world, such as was the rumour throughout Narnia, or they had been killed by the Stag was unknown, but it was for a fact that both the White Stag and the treacherous Archenlander were never heard from again. Even his name, Jareth, is never spoken for it is considered a curse throughout all of Narnia.

Wow 0_o Review or PM me if you weren't expecting this! (Btw I'll laugh if everybody knew all along!) I got the name Jareth from the Goblin King in the movie Labyrinth, but this Jareth is completely my own OC (just to avoid any confusion) I couldn't really think of a Narnian or Archenlandish name that would fit and I really wanted him to have a slightly otherworldly name, so sorry about that :(

So what's gonna happen next? Jareth has a really good reason to be paticularly hacked off with Edmund, since he was the one who discovered him, and he has been known to come up with very evil plans involving the White Witch. Do you think he's involved with the apparent "possessions" that the Pevensies have been suffering from? And what does he plan on doing to them now? Find out in part 2!