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Jareth The Goblin King

Jareth is the Goblin King.

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a character in “Labyrinth: New Tales of the Underground”, as played by CassilineVow

Description

Description
Age they appear and/or are: He looks about 37. As for his actual age…Who knows?

Physical Description: Jareth is actually only about 5’11. Although his long wild Tina Turner like hair does tends to make him look taller. His hair is blond and seems to act more along the lines of a mane then actual human hair…But maybe that’s just because of the constant glitter that seems to be embedded in it. Jareth changes his clothing often but has a decidedly flamboyant masculine style. Most often he can be found wearing a billowy white poet’s shirt with skin tight riding breaches and high black boots. His sports a sharp and highly correct British accent and is wiry with artistic hands and gaunt elf like features. His eyes are unnerving given that one pupil is dilated making the eye look almost black while the other is a light blue.
Personality
Personality: Jareth is essentially…The most conceited man you’ll ever meet. Arrogant to a fault he delights in tormenting anyone and everyone he can with witty and demeaning commentary. Typically Jareth only seems to care about himself and has an annoyingly superior air about him. When motivated however he has the ability to be exceedingly charming and sharply polite; although most see this as manipulative tactic on his part.

It is fair to say that Jareth can be a bit of a child when things aren’t going according to his plans and he is by no means above cheating to get what he wants. He is also not particularly forgiving or greatly compassionate. This is all very deceptive however as his devotion to protecting and maintaining the Labyrinth seems to suggest he does care about some things.

In moments of retreat Jareth has been known to express moments of vulnerability, humor, and even despair. Making some think that there is perhaps more to the Goblin King than meets they eye.

Equipment
Common accessories include a riding crop, a masculine looking horned amulet, leather gloves, and various glass orbs that he will often pull out of thin air.

History
History: There isn’t much known about the Goblin King in general save for the fact that he seems to have a special bond with the Labyrinth and its denizens. Whether Jareth is actually a King or not is debatable; although the goblins seem to follow his commands and treat him as such. As do many of the other creatures in and around the Labyrinth.

It seems that he is mortal or was mortal once upon a time. Few have actually seen Jareth out side of the Labyrinth walls and some still claim there is some terrible circumstance that keeps him so removed from the rest of the Underground.

Magical Ability (if any): Jareth’s power is rooted in the heart of illusion. He seems to have a certain measure of control over the Labyrinth and can produce realistic fantasies and objects using round crystals that he commonly has on his person. He is also seems to have the ability to change his appearance and location at will…At least within the confines of the labyrinth itself. That being said the Goblin King consistently sports gloves with everything he wears which might or might not have bearing on his illusionist like abilities.

His crystals allow him the ability to change forms, produce objects out of thin air, and observe the going on in other locations.

It is suggested that Jareth also has the ability to take the form of a white barn owl which he can then use to transport between worlds. It is unclear however if Jareth can cross worlds at will or if there must be certain conditions and or stipulations before he can cross over.

REVEALED INFORMATION

Jareth's Origins, Source of Power, and Natural Abilities:

At some point, it is revealed that Jareth comes from a mix race background and that at some point in his heritage there was an introduction of Elven blood. Jareth himself identifies as human. Although, he openly acknowledges Muriel the White Huntress as his blood cousin. Muriel is also half human half Earthlong Elf but is more classically elven. Its unclear how close their bloodline parallels.

Because he has Earthlong and probably Drow Elf blood in him somewhere Jareth's natural life span is somewhat extended. Under normal circumstances his natural lifespan could be has high as 2000 years.

It could be estimated that Jareth was likely 250 years old (the equivalent of a 12 and a half year old child) when he became a squire in the Labyrinth. It is also reasonable to assume that his experience of time is different than most mortal humans. To Jareth, one year of life to him, is the equivalent of 20 years for a mortal human being.

It should also be assumed that Jareth wasn't elected to become the temporary goblin king until his mid to late twenties (aprox 600 years into his lifetime). Once he became goblin king Jareth's lifespan was frozen as was that of the rest of his direct family.

It's revealed that Jareth has been the Goblin King for about 1200 years. It also suggested that outside his role of Goblin King he comes from Noble blood and could possibly be a a prince or lesser equivalent elsewhere in the underground.

Its also revealed that Jareth is a Good-neighbor and part of that classification and designation of magical mixed race human's. As a Good-neighbor Jareth's personal magical gifts are rooted in his willingness to fulfill magical tasks for other human's. Like all Good neighbors he must do this on a semi-regular basis (at least once every hundred years of human life) in order to retain his magical abilities.

Its suggested that Jareth could have his natural abilities taken away if he violates certain expectations of conduct.

THe High Council, lead by Queen Mab, has jurisdiction over the Good-Neighbors and has the ability to either reward or punish them according to judgments made about their conduct.

Jareth seems to have a more personal relationship with Queen Mab than most Undergrounders. At some point he calls her "Aunt" and "Mother" which might b a reference to the idea that Mab is like a grand Fairy Godmother and kin to him. Its very clear that Mab and Jareth have a love/hate relationship. And Jareth seems to be one of the few beings willing and able to openly criticize her and confront her. Its unclear if he can do this simply because he doesn't care about the consequences or because he and Mab have a deeper connection that in some ways equalities them.

To be sure Mab watches Jareth more closely than most others and there's speculation that, although she claims its for his own good, she secretly fears his potential.

Nothing lasts forever.

Lineage and Related Historical Relivance

The Crystal Ball; Grimm Fairy Tale #197

Once Upon A Time there was a sorceress who had three sons, and they
loved each other dearly. But the old woman did not trust them and
thought they wanted to steal her power. So she changed the oldest son
into a eagle. He had to make his home in the mountain cliffs, and
sometimes he could be seen gliding up and down in the sky and making
circles.

The second son was changed into a whale that lived deep in
the ocean, and one could see him only when he sometimes sent mighty
jets of water high into the air. Both sons reverted to their human
shape for just two hours every day. Since the third son feared that
his mother might change him also, this time into a wild animal,
perhaps a bear or a wolf, he sneaked away in secret. Indeed, he had
heard that at the castle of the of the golden sun there was an
enchanted princess who was waiting to be rescued.

However, one would have to risk one's life.

Twenty-three young men had already suffered a miserable death,
and only one more would be allowed to try to rescue her.
After that nobody would be permitted to come. Since he had a
courageous heart, he decided to search for the castle of the golden
sun.

Research Links

http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/ ... inFountain
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gawain
He had already traveled a long time and had not been able to find
it, when he got lost in a large forest and could not find his way out.
Suddenly he noticed two giants in the distance, who waved to him with
their hands, and as he approached them they said, "We're quarreling
over this hat and who should get it. Since we're each just as strong
as the other, neither one can defeat the other. Now, small people are
smarter than we are, so we want you to make the decision."

"How can you quarrel over an old hat?" the young man asked.

"You don't know the powers it has. It's a wishing hat. Whoever
puts it on can wish himself to be anywhere he wants, and within
seconds he'll be there."

"Give me the hat," the young man said. "I'll go off some
distance from here, and when I call you, run to me, and whoever wins
the race will get the hat." He put the hat on his head and went off.

However, he thought about the king's daughter, forgot the giants, and
kept going. Once he sighed with all his heart and cried out, "Oh, if
only I were at the castle of the golden sun!" And no sooner had he
uttered these words than he was standing on top of a high mountain in
front of the castle gate.

He entered the castle and strode through all the rooms until he
reached the last one, where he found the king's daughter. However, he
was horrified when he saw her: here face was ash gray and full of
wrinkles, and she had dreary eyes and red hair. "Are you the king's
daughter whose beauty is praised by the entire world?" he exclaimed.

"Ah," she replied, "this is not my real condition. Human eyes
can see me only in this ugly form. But look into this mirror so
you'll know what I look like. The mirror can't be fooled, and it will
show you my image as it truly is."

She handed him the mirror, and he saw the reflection of the most
beautiful maiden in the world, and he saw tears rolling down her
cheeks out of sadness. Then he said, "How can you be saved? I'm
afraid of nothing."

She replied, "Whoever get the crystal ball and holds it in front
of the magician will break his power, and I'll return to my true form.
But," she added, "many a man has gone to his death because of this,
and you, my young thing, I'd feel sorry if you placed yourself in such
great danger."

"Nothing can stop me," he said, "but tell me what I must do."

"I want you to know everything," the king's daughter answered.
"When you descend the mountain on which the castle stands, there'll be
a wild bison at the bottom next to the spring. You will have to fight
it. And, if you should be so fortunate as to slay this beast, a
firebird will rise from it. This bird carries a glimmering egg in its
body, and the egg has a crystal ball as a yolk. However, the bird
will not let go of the egg unless it is forced to. And, if the egg
falls onto the ground, it will set everything on fire and destroy
eveything near it. The egg itself will melt along with the crystal
ball, and all your efforts will have been in vain."

The young man descended the mountain and reached the spring, where
the bison snorted and roared at him. After a long battle the young man
pierced the bison's body with his sword, and the beast sank to the
ground. The firebird immediately rose from the bison and tried to fly
away, the the eagle, the brother of the young man, who flew through
the clouds, dived after the bird and chased it toward the ocean.

There the eagle hit the bird so hard with its beak that the bird was
forced to let the egg fall. However, it did not fall into the ocean
but on top of a fisherman's hut standing on the shore, and the hut
began to smoke right away and was about to burst into flames. Then
waves as large as houses rose up in the ocean, swept over the hut, and
vanquished the flames. The other brother, the whale, had swum toward
the shore and driven the water onto the land. When the fire was out,
the young man searched for the egg and was fortunate enough to find
it. It had not melted yet, but the shell had cracked open due to the
sudden cooling from the water, and he could take out the crystal ball,
which was undamaged.

When the young man went to the magician and held the ball in
front of him, the latter said, "My power is destroyed. From now on
you are king of the castle of the golden sun. You can also restore
your brothers to their human form."

So the young man hurried back to the king's daughter, and as he
entered her room she stood there in all her magnificent beauty, and
they exchanged rings with each other in a joyful celebration.


The above was quoted from;

"The Complete Fairy Tales of The Brothers Grimm"

(Also see Mr. Eideard's History Lesson in the Guide)

In the above story the sorceress with the three son's was Lady Eleanor.

Lady Eleanor and Sir Paul bore three sons before Sir Paul went missing. In eleanor's desperation to find her husband she enchanted her two elder son's into an eagle and a whale so that they could search for their father by sky and sea. Her youngest son however would have none of this and fled into the enchanted forest. While there he met a Earthlong Prince who lived with his wife in a temple somewhere in the forest. Seeing potential in the strong young man, the price implored him to enter into a quest to save his wife's sister from an evil sorcerer that was holding her hostage in a far of magical castle that moved from place to place. Many had already died trying to save the princess.

Hungry for glory Patrick agreed and set off to find the roaming castle.

But once in the enchanted forest Patrick could not find his way out and eventually found a pair of Troll who were fighting over a magic hat that had the ability to transport the wearer wherever he wished to go. Being very cunning Patrick was able to outsmart the trolls into giving him the magical hat which he promptly used to transport himself to his intended destination.

Once in the castle Patrick finally discovered the princess Gertrude in the last room, at first repeled by her ugliness. Until the princes gave him a magic mirror that revealed her true form. Patrick was instructed to slay a large beast and liberate the burning phoenix trapped inside it. With in firey phoenix was a golden egg with a crystal ball for a yolk. She told Pratick of how the egg could be gained and warned him of the danger involved. Patrick agreed to help but knew he couldn't do it alone and asked his brothers for their assistance.

With their combined effort Patrick was able to gain the crystal orb and used it to confront the evil sorcerer who was powerless before the crystal. To save his life the sorcerer forfeited up his roaming kingdom which would now forever be in Patrick's possession. He used the orbs magic to free the Princess Gertrude and liberate his brothers from their enchantments. For saving the princess, Patrick was given Gertrude's had in marriage and the couple retained the traveling castle using it to travel about the Underground and to the Above.

Patrick and Gertrude had two Children.

William and Philomenia.

However their daughter was born with a rare affliction from her mother's bloodline causing her hair to turn to snakes when she got emotional. Their son William entered the Knighthood as a squire, within the confines of the Goblin Kingdom of his grandmother Eleanor. However the evil sorcerer eventually regained his power and helped Ivor make war on the kingdom. William commited and act of bravery and saved them all.

The Lord and Lady of Einde Street (Patrick & Gertrude)

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No one knows exactly where they came from in the present sense although its said that Lord and Lady Claiborne's official family land holdings exist somewhere in the north of Scotland and are indeed quite legitimate if far from well known. What is known is that the couple is very reclusive. What isn't known is that they're not so much reclusive as hardly ever at home. In one way or another the Claiborne's are an example of a family who quite literally lives in two worlds. While they seem to have a more than opulent little castle in the British countryside, that castle seems to move quite regularly to different and usually scenic points in the Underground.

While they certainly look human enough their life blood is mingled and rooted decidedly in the world of Faerie.

Philomenia

Philomenia is the unfortunate daughter of Lord and Lady Claiborne. Like her parents she is irrevocably connected the world of Faerie lthough she's not particularly happy about the fact. Especially due to a rather unfortunate characteristic inherited by a certain relative. As long as Philomenia can keep her temper in check she can pass quite easily as a normal person. Sadly temperance is not the woman's strong point.

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So begins...

Jareth The Goblin King's Story

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The moment he didn't have to touch her anymore, Jareth let Elspeth go. Ironically that moment occured about the same time she looked him in the eyes and he caught her startled expression at the realization that one eye looked diffrent than the other. Jareth knew that most people assumed his irises were diffrent colors. One being a blue green and the other practically black. But the truth was Jareth's pupil on one side was perpetually open to its widest point and thus dominated the middle of his eye. It was generally startling to people who ever bothered to really take a good look at him and almost no one ever considered wondering why he looked that way or the effect the anomoly had on the Goblin King's sensory experiances.

For his part when Jareth caught a glimpse into Elpeth's eyes, he mourned for her. The anger and hostility she presented on the surface was nothing more than a mask covering a much deeper hurt. A hurt she undoubtedly held him responsible for.

Its only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely,
That's Underground...


Jareth knew he would have to tread carefully with the Empyrean. The temptation to hurt her in order to free her would be strong in him. At this point cruelty would be the only thing she would trust from him. She was so young. Old by human standards perhaps, but young by his. He pitied her for it. While Jareth knew he was not responsible for the things Ozias implied she was accusing him of, Jareth suspected that someone somewhere was culpable somehow and he did not look forward to the day when the truth was foxed out.

But the Goblin King had little time to think on these matters fore he felt Mab arrive with the rest of the High Council. Her presence was like a balmy summer fragrantly blossoming all at once with sudden opressive yet alluring warm. For an irrational two seconds Jareth instinctually wanted to grabbed Elspeth and drag her behind him as if to shield her from Mab's gaze which was trully timesless, all knowing, and all seeing.

Jareth's eyes swiftly scanned the room for Ozias who he knew was not far from Elspeth. Even though he and Jareth were friends, at any sign of impropriety Ozias would have intervened to protect and defend the Empryean and wouldn't have hesistedd to cause perminent bodily harm against Jareth if the situation had warrented. Butr for now Jareth wanted to hand Elspeth off so that Ozias could help get her out of the way as Queen Mab and her Council annouced themselves. Jareth as both the host and one of Mab's favorite children would be expected to come to her side as emmediatly as possible.

"Mab, she's here. Go." Jareth warned under his breath just audibley enough for Elspeth to hear him.

Jareth's tone and alert expression was less dominating and more full of acute consern that not even he was probably aware was desernable.

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As though appearing out of nowhere, but in fact having actually trailed the light processional of blue-and-sunshine-clad attendants, Sayer's heavy armor clanking along with him as he took his steps forward in order to stand a respectable distance away. He watched the awkward exchange and denied himself a chuckle. The tiny Empyrean lacked the height and trained grace of her predecessors—nearly all of them—and the sight of the white-clad young woman next to the indomitable Jareth was almost comic.

For a split-second, he pitied his younger cousin. He remembered being remarkably jealous as a child when he discovered it would be her that would inherit the throne and not him. He used to stare at the royal baby, measuring himself against her and trying hard to determine what made her so special; she was a baby, after all. One day Elspeth's father, his uncle Ansel, clapped him on the shoulder and invited him to come talk to him outside. The precocious youngster begrudgingly followed along, believing he'd been in trouble for his nearly-treasonous thoughts. Surprisingly, The then-Empyrean, also golden-haired like himself, followed him down the long hallway to the large courtyard primarily used for military ceremonial events. A massive brigade of troops stood packed in formation, holding still. No sounds could be heard—not even a rustle of collective breathing. The late Empyrean clapped a hand on his shoulder and groused proudly, "When you're Keeper, this will be yours. This is your reward after I'm gone and you've taken care of Elspeth."

Suddenly, the youngster decided that being The Empyrean didn't have as many perks as being Keeper.

Sayer watched Jareth take Elspeth's wrist. His training had part of his consciousness on guard despite being long-acquainted with the Goblin King. The moment didn't last long; Jareth's quick instructions to have Elspeth taken to her spot as Mab arrived were heeded, the tall man stepping ahead gracefully to guide the white-clad royal to her spot amongst the emissaries standing in front of the great crowd.

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The crowd all slowly turned to the great vast doors at the far end of the hall moving back a bit to make room more out of a sense of collective respect than necessity. All parted the was as well between the long walkway and Jareth's enthroning area where his party all stood in their raised box.

Zade who had been standing near Sayer originally moved away from him slowly towards the closed doors and the room filled with pregnant anticipation and heavy magic. Slowly Zade made her way to the side of one grand door. Her white robs dripping in gold bangles and accents native to her home land. In her good time she turned to the amassed crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen. The High Council thanks you greatly for your willingness to be with us on this day. The Centennial Ball is a time of communion between all people and beings. All of our destinies entwine along a single great tapestry of existence. In this place and time we come together, lost children in a vast wilderness of life, myth, and magic. All of you are beloved to us and in this time and place we are all equal, all united as one force. We are the children of legend, myth, and legacy. May our stories never be forgotten, may we come together in unity and peace always. In Queen Mab's eyes were are all her children and as such, she has come here this night, out of love and devotion to us all." At the end of her speech Zade bowed deeply to the crowd as the doors swung gently open and unseen trumpets sounded announcing the entrance of the other lesser Council members.

The procession was lead by the Childlike empress who was presently laying upon a great silk pillow twice her size. She was clearly still in full repose. Curled like a cat upon the pillow looking sickly but presently at peace. The pillow was being carried by willowy faes who moved so seamlessly that they were hardly noticeable.

Next, a few feet behind was the tall and broad Glinda of Oz. Her hair was a dark auburn and fell practically to her waist in wild ringlets curls against her white and gold dress. Her look was regal and honorable as she waited for Zade to join them in the procession, her middle aged beauty was stunning and full of wisdom and strength.

Finally, came Mab herself.

Broad and womanly as if she'd given birth a thousand times over and knew both the pain and joy of it. Though she was beyond middle aged in appearance her beauty was timeless and familar. Stoic yet warm. Inflexible yet accommodating. Her expression was mysterious and her presence weird and otherworldly. Her skirts were layered thick and long flowing and her dress was adorned with flowers, seeds, and and nuts. Her power and majesty was palpable and not a single person in the room felt as if they could hide from her knowing and all seeing gaze as she both scrutinized and accepted all that was around her. Escorting the high Fairy into the room was Mr. Tumnus, a jovial sort of fawn and only male council member who had long been in the services of the Pevensies. Of the lot of them, Mr. Tumnus looked the happiest to be there as he waved and nodded to the crowd.

The procession walked a quarter of the way into the hall when Mab put up her hand and in a voice that filled the entire room without forcing her to raise her voice, she said. "We come in Friendship, Fidelity, and Peace; to right what has been left broken and undone as well as to celebrate what is still good and whole. Our world is a fragile thing that many of us are compelled to take for granted. May you all be grateful for what you have achieved, for who and what you are, and for why you are all here. Your presence among us goes beyond unity and gracious joy, you are the embodiment of our greatest hopes and our most compelling wishes. Not everything we do in this place will be happy, but we must all try to see the wisdom and more importantly the opportunity of it. Who comes to take my hand?"

"I do." Jareth approached the procession slowly and with great purpose. His eyes were narrowed as he locked his gaze on Queen Mab who was both rival and mother to him. Both is redeemer and his judge. how he loved and was oppressed by her.

"Come onward, O' King of the Goblins and make thy self known." Mab's own words were articulated carefully and in a calculated fashion as she watched him approach showing no fear or superiority about it.

We have come to test you.

The other lesser Council Members moved aside so that Jareth could approach. The tension in the room was high and fine. For a moment Jareth stood before Queen Mab's direct presence. A presence that would have made a lesser person quiver where they stood at that range.

Jareth held steady though and when Mab extended her hand to him Jareth sunk down before her on both knees and hung his head in tribute to her, not in submission but tribute. "I am your faithful servant, welcome to my home, Aunt."

"Jareth, I do think you mean your lair. Don't confuse the two ideas. Now rise and by all means introduce me to you're party. I dare say, I think I see some interesting faces." Mab remarked as she implored him to rise and take her arm.

All of this was clearly heard by everyone in the space.

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Jareth waited for Mab to quietly acknowledge the others while he kept a more nonchalant eye on Joby as well. Carefully noting Mab's choice of words regarding the girl. There was still a great mystery about the woman. A matter Jareth had not had time to follow up on when she first arrived. Mab saw something in her though, something Jareth had sensed but had not wanted to unearth. Because Joby had not directly bargained with him, Jareth had resisted the temptation to look inside her dreams and sentiments and now he was even more glad that he hadn't pried. Whatever Mab saw, it was likely something she knew to some degree before she arrived. The fact that she wasn't making her thoughts known proved that Mab had reason's to protect the girl's privacy for the moment.

When he saw Joby begin to falter a little under Mab's scrutiny he signaled Mag to help support her discretely from behind since he was unable to break form himself and assist her. He did agree however with Queen Mab that it was right for Joby to be there standing with them.

The thought conjoured up unexpected images of Sarah Williams, another raven haired human who, under different circumstances might have been the one to face Queen Mab as Joby was doing now. There was a connection point there that Jareth didn't like to speculate on. He was sure she wasn't a Williams relation and he was also sure now that they he and Joby had some kin of connection to each other. A connection Mab knew of and found to be amusing.

Jareth wasn't amused. The whole business of the Ball and the parties in attendance felt invented and it greatly disturbed him to know that something was being planned around him without his awareness or consent.

Nevertheless, there was little Jareth could do about it just then. He would play his part for the moment and when time allowed, try to make sense of it all.

"Come, Mab. Your place awaits."

"Yes." Queen Mab remarked in passing as she allowed Jareth to escort her to the slightly raised throne so that she could address the amassed. "Well now. Why don't we feast and make merry. I will take hearings with the individual kingdoms in stride."

Mab then leaned slightly towards Jareth who was standing beside her. "In spite of everything, you still never cease to surprise us William. Your actions both distant and near have a way of coming full circle in a most shocking fashion."

"I am as your great design intended me to be, O' Aunt." Jareth replied flatly.

"My design, is it? Trust me child, if your character were of my design alone we wouldn't be sitting here together in this place." Mab replied idly.

"A placeholder, Majesty. That is all I am so far as the High Council is concerned." Jareth was not going to allow Mab to get under his skin just yet.

"Your words and not mine, child. I always found it curious how little you value your own abilities." Mab dug a bit further.

"I am your servant, Majesty. But you and the Council are not my first priority and never will be so long as I hold this place." It was almost a threat.

Mab was most satisfied.

"Indeed. Be careful, William. Your time in this place is a fragile thing." Mab warned.

"Nothing lasts forever, Mab. Not even in the Underground. You know that better than I. Let us not quarrel just yet, shall we? Whatever it is you and the others have come here to do, I will be waiting. In the meantime, let us be…friends."

The entire conversation was spoken in low tones between them, Mab could conceal as much as she could project.

"Do me one favor William…" Mab mentioned.

"I saw. I will attend to her as best I can, Mab. You should not have made her come, now that she is away from Fantasia and outside the refuge of the Ivory Tower she will weaken. I will do what I can for her while she's here, but you must allow the Childlike Empress to leave this place as soon as possible. Whatever you have planned, do it quickly." A hint of anger swept through his final words." As Jareth bowed stiffly and excused himself for a moment.

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With that, the first assembly of the Centennial Ball was adjourned. Joby took a moment to suppress some very old memories that Mab had somehow drew from her. She rose from her seat, thankful that the most dreaded part of her duties had ended. She happily bid her friends farewell as one by one they scattered to their own stations.

Joby had been told that she would soon be escorted by a man from the Enchanted Forest. She slowly entered the crowds shooting glances at every man with long blonde hair that she saw (there were several) but none seemed to register who she was.

She saw Jareth approach the curtained box that held the childlike empress. He came out with the fragile girl held aloft in his arms. She wasn't aware of the concerned and fearful mutterings around her. Her eyes grew wide and she watched with a sort of fascination as he carried the girl away from the bustling people. The vision had recalled one of the memories that had flashed in her mind under Mab's dissection. She remembered the chilly nipping of a November night as the air rushed at her small windbreaker and nightgown. She remembered watching a long black cloak trail behind a shoulder that she had peeked behind to see the world rush past her at a remarkable speed. She remembered a few notes of a lullaby, an incredible feeling of complete and utter safety, and then awakening outside the door of her parents.

"The nerve of that wretched toad" a voice squawked behind her. Joby spun to face an elaborately dressed creature with the neck and face of a stork dressed in a frilly, periwinkle gown. She was rapidly swishing a large, lacy fan as she were sweltering in the cavern-like coolness of the hall. "thinking he's going to win sympathy by filthying our beloved empress's gown with his grubby paws."

Joby cocked her head.

"Sympathy for what might I ask?"

The bird woman flailed her little hands dramatically.

"What? What you say? Heavans, dearie just name it. He's been a menace to the kingdom since he got the crown if you ask me and he's only gotten worse since that incident with that girl."

Joby frowned. She had never before heard of Jareth being capable of doing anything worth this creature's intense scorn. Well, she did agree that he was rather self-centered and shortsighted in the Williams incident, but surely something like that wouldnt have gotten the attention of all these people, could it? The tiniest inkling of doubt penetrated her mind. Was the Goblin King actually...bad? She would have to investigate further.

"Well it appeared to me that he was simply helping the Empress. She does look as if she's awfully sick."
The woman clicked her beak in disproval. "Oh, and you are his publicist, hmmm? Trying to find any sort of dim light to shine on him hmmmm?"

Joby was about to have enough of her.

"No, but I am a representative of this place and--"

Before she could finish, the lady glared at her and snapped her beak again

"Well then! You have some nerve trying to weasel your little opinions into the public forum! Doing it on his behalf, are you? Well I for one will not stand to have a wicked little Abovegrounder approach me and start preaching such falsities"

And before Joby could remind her that she was the one that approached her, she whipped around craning her neck high into the air and trotted off.

Joby leaned to the side to get a better look into the lounge. She couldn't believe that she had just doubted the king's conduct. She smiled within a group of scowling faces, but the sight stung a little too. It reminded her just how much she missed her own father.
Just then, she felt a small tug at her skirt. She smiled down at the little tutu-wearing girl that had accompanied them. The sound of her voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. She hadn't realized the child was just another goblin in disguise. Her encouraging words were a welcome comfort after the bird woman's tirade. She squatted down to be closer to her level.

"Thank you, Tilly-Whim is it? I suppose a breather could be in order. Would it be any trouble for you to tell Mr. Baltasar where I will be? I seem to be having some trouble locating him."

Spurred by her new assignment, Joby looked around for the Astraen prince. However, she quickly got distracted by everything around her. She passed creatures with plant-like bodies made of bark and leaves. Sprites whizzed by in numerous colors. She swore she saw grinning cat fade out of existence. With her back towards a corner, she slowly walked backwards until she bumped into someone.

"Sorry!"

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"...and how much cut and polished emerald does his majesty require?" asked the green velvet clad Ozian Minister of Trade as he peered at Marten through a pair of the famous green-tinted spectacles. "You know if you have your own jewelers, we can ship the raw material at a third of the cost."

Marten hadn't been paying attention. He had been distracted at the sight of the Goblin King gently carrying the weary Childlike Empress. He watched him followed by Glinda stride towards a private room, the ageless little girl's forehead resting against his shoulder. He thought of his own child and wondered if he had carried her in the same manner. The shame bit at his heart. He should have been the one to take her. He should have fought harder to keep her or at least begged the council to banish him to the Above to take care of her. Anything but cower in his dungeon back home. For once, he envied his host for possessing a greater fatherly instinct than he.

"...your majesty?"

Marten blinked, shook his head and snapped his focus back on the minister.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I didn't quite get that last bit."

The minister pursed his lips causing his mustache to bristle impatiently.
"You can get the materials raw for cheaper. Do relay that to your brother, yes? He seems to be the business head after all."

Marten felt his cheeks burn at the thinly-veiled insult, but he brushed it aside and nodded.

"Of course. If you'll excuse me, I need to erm,"

He couldn't think of a good reason for his departure so he simply jerked his thumb somewhere behind him and proceeded to walk in that direction.

He let out a long exhale as he found a quiet corner. He faced the wall as he tried to pull himself back together. He always felt awkward when running business alone. Like his parents, he felt more comfortable in natural places, away from crowds of people. The distraction during his conversation with Oz shook what little resolve he had. He was long out of practice in handling bureaucracy and it made him feel like an utter failure. He looked down at his cuffs. He had been a servant for so long that he had forgotten how to stand on his own. He took a deep breath and took a step back.

As he did, he felt his back bump into another.

"Sorry!"

Another apology chimed in unison, and he turned to face the representative from Above. She glanced up at him, her face momentarily blank until she registered who he was. But with a start she clapped her hands together and pointed at him.

"You!"

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Joby shook her head and quickly took a bow.

"I-I mean, your highness. Sorry! I still haven't adjusted to using formalities."

She straightened her shoulders and extended a hand.

"Joby Jones, representative of the Labyrinth" she said smiling through her embarrassment.

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The smile was what struck Marten first. From the shape of the mouth to the alignment of the teeth, that smile looked exactly like his mother's. He took her hand and shook it.

"Marten, Prince of Astraea." he replied as he shook her hand. "And I'm afraid handshakes are not so common place in our world."

He bowed deeply and regarded her countenance. Her large, dark eyes looked nearly as black as his, but they glittered with a sort of merry warmth that his lacked. The structure of her cheeks and jaw was prominent but softened, she had a tall, noble forehead framed by little clusters of feathery black curls and a small nose that upturned slightly at the end. She apparently dressed to appear more imposing, but her delicate features and kindly expression betrayed her disguise. She certainly didn't remind him of any of the Abovegrounders he had been in cahoots with.

Well that was odd.

He knew she came from there. He swore he could detect just the slightest scents of asphalt, concrete, and car exhaust. She spoke with the accent of the people he had met Above. She lacked the ethereal graces of his kind, and seemed truly amazed by the goings on around her. And yet something seemed strange. He couldn't put a finger on as to what it was, but she didn't entirely feel like an Abovegrounder. Her energy mingled effortlessly into the Underground as if she were a part of it.


Joby continued speaking.

"I was told that you might enjoy stepping outside and touring the gardens."

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Joby herself was hoping to get a chance to explore the castle's orchard. It was one of the few gardens she had yet to explore and she had been told of its unique varieties of fruit-bearing trees and bushes.

She watched the prince's face soften with relief, and suddenly he did not look as rigid as he did in the procession.

"Some fresh air and quiet would be splendid" he said. He offered her his arm, and they walked out of the ballroom towards the East end of the castle. Though she didn't quite know the way, Joby walked on guided by a sense that she could not name. She felt it over her weeks of gardening, and it seemed to be getting stronger. Somehow, she could feel and recognize the life energies emanating from a large population of plants just around the corner. They walked out of a set of double tinted-glass doors.

She and the prince both exhaled in unison.

The garden expanded out into a large, half-moon sort of shape that was quartered by two crisscrossing pathways. Smaller, flat stone trails cut through the orchards and raised box plots full of berry plants.

"Dude..." Joby breathed.

She marveled at the arrangement of the place. Plants were carefully laid out in organized, natural clusters. Instead of having a lot of one species grouped an isolated, they grew in scattered groups next to other varieties in order to appeal to the insects that pollinated them. The trees flanked the two big pathways and also boasted different kinds of fruit. Joby had long envisioned her ideal garden and she felt as if she had just stepped right into it.

"So you have a fondness for plants?" she heard Marten ask.

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The lady had stopped abruptly as soon as they stepped outside. She seemed quite awestruck at the place. She slowly nodded in response to his question.

"Yeah, you could say that. I do landscaping back home"

Landscaping Marten mused. He thought back to his time above trying to recall what the job entailed.

"You shape and design the properties of other people?"

"Yeah, that's right. I feel the most at home when I'm around dirt and greenery."

Marten smiled "My people and I share the same sentiment. He hold the natural world in the highest regard and the kingdom is blessed to be thriving in an eternal Spring."

"My favorite season. Eternal you say?"

"Indeed. The weather is always pleasantly warm, and flowers bloom everywhere and anywhere you can imagine."

"Sounds like paradise"

Marten gave a small chuckle "We may have been called that a time or two. So where do you hail from, Miss Jones?"

"Boston."

At this, Marten laughed "A landscaper in Boston? So that means you get to work in pleasant weather for what? Three months out of the year?"

"Hey now," Joby responded in amused defense "It's actually four thank you very much. Say...."

She turned and eyed him suspiciously. "How do you know of the weather in Boston anyway?"

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Marten's mind was reeling. He needed a shadow to duck into, a place where he could take a moment to recollect his thoughts. Frantically, he searched the hall until he finally found an open doorway. The room was a small lounge where goblin servants were serving wine. The only occupants were a young couple flirting in a corner, some travel-weary sprites, and a couple of elder women sampling the reds. He leaned against a wall and started to rub his neck. He thought of his life in the Above, before his brother ripped him from it.

There were three of them at the time: Connie Rotten, Joe B. Damned, and he was Marty Stray, an awkward third wheel dragged along by a spunky runaway and her dope peddling companion. The girl was like a flame, and he a naive moth forever following the toss of her golden curls. She was all that was wild and bold and daring: all the things he could never be. She ran towards any disaster she could dive into, and she pulled him along. Joe was a good decade older, and knew the consequences of fast living. But he took their currency all the same and did nothing else to keep their vices in check. Besides, his own love of drink kept him from riding too high a horse. They made an inspirable trio of lost souls sharing the dive into oblivion. Perhaps they spent most of the time out of their heads, but they had fun. With years and regret distancing himself from the man he used to be, Marten understood that the relationship was more codependent than genuine. Still, it was the first time since the loss of his mother that he truly felt understood. He had a life and friends that were ripped away from him in the middle of the night. Even after the foot soldiers carted him away back through the portal, after he was locked away, after he learned of the near disasters that occurred through that open portal, Marten never felt the weight of his actions until he heard of his daughter, the daughter who quite possibly stood in the garden outside.

Impossible. The word rang through Marten's mind like a mantra.

He left the parlor and headed back into the ballroom, eyes frantically seeking the one person who could clear matters up.
Jareth. Why was he doing this?

He watched a long haired gentleman rouse the Goblin King from his slumber. Marten hesitated. He had no wish to catch Jareth at a bad time, but it was vital for him to know what was going on. He glanced around nervously until no one appeared to be close to earshot. No one else occupied the room, but his eyes still darted around as if he was expecting someone to leap out of the wall.

"Jareth" he whispered in hoarse urgency. "What in the name of all that is good and right are you thinking? I-If the council knew that you br-" He seemed at a loss for words. "Gods, if Dedric knew, he'd string you up on the battlements himself! It's not that I'm not, well, I'm sure you can imagine the shock she gave me. But why, Jareth? Here? Now?!? He struggled to be coherent. "For one, I can't fathom how it could possibly help you, and for another..." his excitement sputtered out into weariness "...why didn't you tell me?"
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Joby didn't ponder too much on Marten's swift departure. She was distracted with her own thoughts. She walked slowly through the garden, rubbing her hands together and staring down at them.

This is insane. Am I really making things grow?

She walked by a green-skinned fruit that looked similar to a peach. She laid her palm against it and stared. Nothing happened. She tried focusing. Not the slightest change. She thought about the other occurrences, and her time spent nurturing the plants of the labyrinth. She thought about her state of mind before each incident and how she had either been cheerful or admiring. She thought about how pretty the fruit would be when ripened and about how fondly she loved the whole orchard.

The green faded and turned into a soft shade of orange in a matter of seconds.

Joby stared at the fruit, her mind seized by a peculiar thought. Was there real magic in her? Some humans acquire it in the Underground, don't they? She looked up at the tree and at its unripened yields. She focused on feelings of hope, on happy promises that she would help ensure the safety of it and all the other fruit trees in the labyrinth. Shades of orange spread up, and the fruits quickly grew plump and heavy. She made a little delighted squeal, clasping her hands together. Her heart was thumping madly and she suddenly felt somewhat dizzy. She leaned against the tree's trunk, picked a fruit, and took a bite, knowing she would be safe to do so.

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Jareth was in the middle of cradling his head in his hands and collecting himself before he had to face people again when Marten decided to appear full of questions.

"Hello, Marten. So nice of you to drop in." Jareth muttered once the other man finally tried to take a breath. "I must say, I've had a fair amount of accusations thrown at me in the last several days you you really are going to have to be more specific. If you can't tell I don't have the foggiest idea of what in hell your talking about. So with that said, do clarify so that I can decide if I want to bother defending myself. What exactly have I done to you? Hm?"

Jareth straightened somewhat and crossed his legs, folding his hands into his lap.

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Marten blinked. He studied Jareth's face wearing a bemused expression. The man looked honestly as perplexed as he did. His face fell, he turned his gaze to the floor feeling rather embarrassed. Of course it wasn't her.

"My apologies, sire. I was touring the fruit garden with your representative, and she reminded me of..." he shook his head and cleared his throat. A small part of him felt disappointed that the girl wasn't his. She possessed a remarkable warmth he thought only emanated from his kind. Perhaps she was just brighter spirited than the Abovegrounders he knew.

"Anyway, it was a ridiculous notion to even come up with."

He rubbed the back of his neck as he searched for his next words. Jareth was on the defensive, and Marten had no intentions of causing him trouble.

"With my brother and all, I never got the opportunity to thank you for saving my Lilian. I know my voice holds little sway among the underground, but I am willing to stand in your defense should the need arise."

He hovered a little, recovering slowly from his former shock.

"Has it been so long already, Jareth? I look at your young friend and I struggle to believe that my little girl could be that grown."

He felt suddenly heavy. He had tried to forget the fleeting years, forget the moments he never saw and never would see. He hoped his own daughter wore a face like Miss Jones, a twinkling, jovial expression that surely knew pain.