Jareth spent years watching Sarah grow up, as the goblin king was a lonely man. So he had spent his time poorly and reached out to her in anyway that he could. His countless minions had time and again entered the mortal world they had taken little things at first. Taking back to him nothing more then a brush, a mirror or a pair of panties. But a limited in intelligence as they were they took it from the wrong girl, not from Sarah but her daughter. "you fools what world I do with a kitten" Jareth asked holding the mewing thing by the scruff of the neck. It licked him its sand paper tongue up and down his nose as he held the thing close to his face, if he could not reach the mother.
"Bring me the daughter, that is if you can manage even that small feat" Jareth dismissed the minions holding nothing now but an image of young Sarah captured in one of his magical orbs. How much he longed to seek out and contact her, maybe she would come to him. Perhaps the dreams they shared would be enough, enough to bring her to him. Jareth sat on his thrown it was so hard to send things between worlds that few even tried. He watched the cat play with the long ends of his robe batting with its small paws as the soft fabric. "Tell me kitten what is she like, what is Sarahâs daughter like" He asked the small kitten who could only cock his head and look up at him.
At the same moment in the mortal world there must now be taking place a storm. He could picture it now the old flat in the city made of fire red brick with white window panes. In time Sarah had grown up and forgotten about him, her brother had moved far away. How brave the small boy had been then when as a child he had taken him how beatiful Sarah had been. "Time may not touch me but my heart has grown still colder" He moved slowly turning away from the mental image. The cat was gone, lost down one of the many holes of his castle.
"Bring me the daughter, that is if you can manage even that small feat" Jareth dismissed the minions holding nothing now but an image of young Sarah captured in one of his magical orbs. How much he longed to seek out and contact her, maybe she would come to him. Perhaps the dreams they shared would be enough, enough to bring her to him. Jareth sat on his thrown it was so hard to send things between worlds that few even tried. He watched the cat play with the long ends of his robe batting with its small paws as the soft fabric. "Tell me kitten what is she like, what is Sarahâs daughter like" He asked the small kitten who could only cock his head and look up at him.
At the same moment in the mortal world there must now be taking place a storm. He could picture it now the old flat in the city made of fire red brick with white window panes. In time Sarah had grown up and forgotten about him, her brother had moved far away. How brave the small boy had been then when as a child he had taken him how beatiful Sarah had been. "Time may not touch me but my heart has grown still colder" He moved slowly turning away from the mental image. The cat was gone, lost down one of the many holes of his castle.