Snippet #918523

The glow of the world outside had seemed to put Eva in a sort of trance, and brought her back to childhood. Her grandmother mentioned how she had tried to prepare Eva for an event like this. An old poem and song flowed their way into her mind, one that used to be her favourite.

In the enchanted forest is where the fairies play,
To get to this place there are some magic words you'll have to say.

Once you see it you will be filled with mirth,
And in this playground t
here are many secrets for you to unearth.

And in this place together once again we will be,
Do not cry my child for you will soon see.

You are part of a family very special,
and a magic item shall be your vessel.

With their ruler the creatures hold back their wit,
But you shall fight back where you see fit.

Your experiences and memories are like the most precious jewels,
And in this place is where the Goblin King rules.

Eva's eyes snapped open at the memory of the old poem, her memories were indeed like jewels. She would have to try to remember more from her childhood, to seek out more hidden secrets that her grandmother may have given. She rested her back against the top of the couch, listening to the ticking of the old clock that was upstairs. The sound was faint, and she had to concentrate to hear it.

A sound of distress brought her attention back. Her head raised, uncertain of where the noise came from. Slowly she raised herself from the couch, and walked out of the living room. Her feet pattered lightly against the hardwood of the floor as she walked into the dining room. She walked towards the kitchen, ignoring the family pictures on the wall that she passed. She peeked her head into the kitchen, and saw Jareth.

Her heart slightly sank, and she internally sighed. Then she walked into the kitchen slowly.

"Jareth..." Eva called lightly, to make her presence known. She walked over to the form of the Goblin King and bent down. She noted how his hand was between his legs, and not really knowing if she could somehow comfort him, she placed her hand on his knee. Her family ring caught her view for a moment, but then she lifted her eyes to Jareth.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Her voice was soft and had a sweet sound. To anyone, this would be a friendly and comforting sound, but she wasn't so sure how Jareth would react. Eva remembered how proud and private he seemed to be, and started to stand up, sliding her hand off of his knee in the process. She found herself beginning to worry.