Jareth reappeared in a spectacular storm of lightning and thunder atop the castle's tallest tower, it crumbled and shook slightly beneath him but held its own as he stared out across the land. From his perch he could see the corner of the Labyrinth he had left her in, though his face remained a cool mask, panic surged up in his throat- what was he doing? Letting a human girl into the Labyrinth, unarmed and alone. Although he had never cared before when his goblins has occasionally led a human astray and left them to wander the Labyrinth till they went mad. The goblin city spread out before him, a lazy sprawl of mismatch sandstone buildings and cracked statues that no longer resembled more than lumps of rock. The sounds of the city floated up to him, yelling and raucous laughter, scuffles in the dry dirt. The rains hadn't come to his city in a long time.
Suddenly the blare of a horn rang out bringing everything to a frozen standstill, Jareth whipped around to find the source- the North tower- the war horn. In a flash he was gone, one minute standing atop the tower, the next standing in his battle gear, all black leather and spikes, a long sword hanging low on his belt and a fierce look in his eyes, he stood in a large courtyard full of panicking goblins. "Stop running around losing your heads" he called out just loud enough for them to hear, "call out the guards and move to the western border!" They froze for a moment, taking in his orders- intelligence was not their forte. Before hustling towards the castle, the air taking on the fizz it only got before a battle. Jareth's eyes gleamed, what could distract him from Sarah better that a fight?
Jareth arrived at the western border along with a hoard of battle ready goblins seething with fury and brandishing an array of eclectic weaponry and grotty armour raring for the chance to attack, yet it all seemed quiet. Jareth at the tip of the army looked out of place, his sleek next to the goblins shabby, but he stood tall enveloped in his kingly stature knowing full well that nothing could threaten him in hand to hand combat or in magic. The western side was mostly forest, too easy to hide enemies in its dark shadows, Jareth scanned the landscape he couldn't see them but he could smell them, elves he thought to himself, flouncy and fair but not an ounce of intelligence in them and wicked to the core. How dare they attack his labyrinth?
Gesturing at the goblins to stay behind he moved forward as only he could, with no sound, completely in the shadows so he was practically invisible. Slowly he pulled his sword from its sheath, the glistening blade could give him away but he wanted it out where they could see it, and him in his full glory- leather and armour every inch the ferocious Goblin King. This was who he was- ruthless, cruel and full of malice. An image floated to the top of his mind- a pair of soft grey eyes. But he forced it away. That was not who he was. Jareth froze, sighting just off in the distance- an elf, the elf was slightly built, carrying a bow and quiver full of arrows. Elves were small- no bigger than goblins really, but they were vicious, this one's fangs gleamed with blood- evidence of a recent meal. It was breathing heavily and was dancing from foot to foot clearly nervous. Jareth maneuvered around the creature before sliding out to stand right in front of it, a sly smile on his wickedly good looking face. "Well, well, what have we here?"
The Elf span around immediately and took off in the opposite direction, only to slam into an invisible wall that threw him backwards landing at Jareth's feet. He laughed maliciously, and smiled down to it, "What brings you pathetic little things to my Labyrinth?" The elf looked up, quivering in fear, but his hand was drifting slowly to a knife that was hanging low on his belt. Lazily Jareth open his fist and the knife appeared in his hand, he chuckled, then threw it into the air and with a great swipe of his sword smashed it into a thousand pieces. "You are wasting my time, tell me, why have you come into my Labyrinth?" The elf struggled, flailing around but it was useless, Jareth had him trapped. It was breathing heavily now it's tiny chest rapidly rising and falling in fear.
All Jareth had to do was very slowly reveal a crystal in his empty hand- the entire underground knew the power of his crystals. "The girl, the girl in the Labyrinth" it squealed wrenching itself as far away from the crystal and Jareth's menacing eyes as it could. Jareth's heart froze, his blood turned to ice, how did they know?, "What girl?" he tried for nonchalant but only succeeded in sounding incredibly angry. The elf looked up, surprise etched across it tiny face, then it sneered maliciously "your girl." Jareth saw red, he didn't think only moved and the elf's head rolled to the floor. Jareth gazed at his sword now glistening with the blue blood of the fey. So they knew, and they were looking for her, he had to get back, right now, barking orders at the goblins who had followed him cautiously into the wood to kill any elf in his lands on sight, he morphed himself into a barn owl and made his way back to the castle.