Hi, sorry for the wait! I have been trying to put all my thoughts together and this had come to life...

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The second chapter! The labyrinth challenge and a chat on one oubliette...

The girl run almost desperately through the passages not caring if her steps headed to a dead end, eventually the path opened up for her or she opened up the path for herself. Either way she was using and renewing the path at the same time again. No need of anyone nor anything apart from her and him, apart from what bounded them together. She ran without looking just feeling the freedom of choosing, accepting her fate. So he did but not shown. But he will. The girl held no doubts in her heart nor her mind.

She fell it really didn't matter how, but she fell. Darkness filled all, but she had to get back. There were only 10 hours left and she was stuck in an oubliette but she had to find a way out. In her stubbornness she started to palm the cold and somehow wet rock walls. Slowly, walking carefully guided only by her touch sense. Canalizing all her energy in one of her special talents, trying to see without her eyes. The darkness was thick and the wall was only denoting what it was, only a wall, nothing less, nothing more. Then she sensed something different but the presence managed to evade her senses elegantly until...

A smooth fabric encounter her hands, slowly tracing the origin of such an elegant texture, she found an arm, a strong one, she moved carefully knowing who he was too well, it wasn't only her senses who told her, it was something more, something stored deep within her. She moved slowly through the arm to the shoulder feeling a sweet warmth. But, when she touch his skin, her hands started to burn, the touch between them was as hot as fire burning passionately, she traced with only one finger the uncovered skin which was accessible due to his opened-chest poet shirt. Almost aware of what she was doing, she suddenly pulled herself away as the if she had burnt. Giving him her back she said shyly

'It wasn't really my intention, I beg your pardon' And she hold her burnt hand close to her chest.

'Oh, It wasn't ' He mocked 'Darling, I really doubt that' He whispered in her ear.

Darkness still filled all, but now, his figure behind her was pretty obvious to her. Taking a few steps forward and without turning, she asked more confident.

'What brings you here anyway? Is it that you want to help this poor maiden in despair?' She said sarcastically.

'You hurt me deeply, my lady' He answer charmingly. 'Now' he said demanding, taking her by the shoulders and turning back her body to face him 'How is my modest Labyrinth treating you?' He said mischievously.

'I must admit that it is pretty impressive how many turns and dead ends I have encountered through my way which I managed successfully to turn into a straight path to your castle. It wasn't difficult at all, everything has its time and space, and my way to you is clearer than then.' She said solemnly.

The King burst into laughter and lit the dark oubliette with some candlelight. Sitting against the wall still laughing among a surprised girl.

'Well, May I ask you one thing your Majesty?' She said coldly making a bow.

'Proceed' He said, with a wave of his hand.

'Where should I pick my "Royal Certificate of Joker"?' She said arching a brow.

Jareth laugh harder this time, and the girl let him see for a brief time a half smile.

'Well, well, well, I see I've found one more talent, making arrogant and stubborn Gobbling Kings laugh as maniacs' She said almost pissed 'Are you going to get me out of here or are you let me die of hungriness?'

'Pretty confident for someone trapped in an oubliette, aren't we?' He said serious.

'Oh, please. I ask for so little.' She began 'Just get me out of here' He felt like a dagger staved in his chest.

'I won't' He answered and vanished.

'Then, I WILL! HEAR THAT GOBBLING KING!' She shouted 'I'LL BE THE FIRST ONE TO FIND A WAY OUT OF AN OUBLIETTE!' And sure he was listening. She sat angrily recalling all she learned about her, she knew how to find the answers. "Everything you need lies deep within you use what you were given" She remind the unforgettable words of her guide.

Eyes closed, she start meditating and somehow she felt something weakening inside her, something locked, something ancient locked deep within her blood. When she finally opened her eyes she was outside again. No more dark oubliette. She felt confused and somehow she felt it wasn't Jareth's doings. There were still nine hours left and the path began to appear ahead of the girl.

Jareth was sitting in his throne, a dark evidence of the path of an immense sorrow's tear was the only thing that could be read. His posture tense and relaxed, waiting and dreaming, remembering...

"Take the child Gobbling King, Take her away, protect her, rise her, love her, give her all that we wanted for her that is my final wish...wish...wish..." This echoed in the king's head.

The door opened with a burst of strong wind at the same time a girl came in running.

"I MADE it! SEE it!" Shouted the girl who suddenly faded away...

"She will be alright, Your Majesty, she made a great effort without eating anything. Don't worry"

" I do not, you see, I do not" The indifference on his voice woke her up. She was lying in a bed with a red velvet cover.

"Oh, the Princess woke up, my Lord! I had no time to kiss her" Mocked the King

"This is the best you can do, Jareth?" He shivered to the sound of his name which cut through him like the sharpest blade.