Beyond the Goblin City

Suddenly, I'm a Queen

Sarah's POV:

I didn't stop running till I got back to the throne room. Panting, I slung myself over Jareth's throne, and that's when it got to me. I was sobbing harder than I ever had. Why was this supposed to happen. Out of all the people in the world, god had to kill the only man who could love me to the fullest, and I would love him back. My heart ached, my eyes ached, my stomach ached, and I thought I would vomit. Everything seemed to come crashing down all at once. I was breathing harder than I had before when I heard a scream. I ran towards the source, and found myself upon Rega's door. I cracked it open. Her lightning bolt was pulsing, and glowing red.

"Who" she breathed "died?"

"Jareth." She saw my tear stained face as soon as I said his name, and we both squeezed each other in the hope that we would explode and go with him. We pulled back after ten long minutes, still crying, but less so. She led me to sit down on the bed.

"Sarah, I know you probably don't want to do anything other than sleep or relax or whatever, but you should know that in Jareth's" breathe in, breathe out "passing, you have to become queen."

"I have to what?" I looked at her eyes, she was dead serious. I must have shaken my head faster than a cheetah could run. She was a blur. "What if I don't want to."

"I'm sorry to say it, but getting engaged to Jareth tied you to the labyrinth. You do it, or you die." I thought about be queen without Jareth, or go to heaven with Jareth. "Jumping off a tower won't help. The labyrinth will save you before you die." She raised her eyebrows. "Think about it."

What was there to think about? It's not like I couldn't do it. Apparently, the labyrinth has awful separation anxiety, or else. . .Who else would do it?

"Who else would do it?"

"First it's you, then Gareth. It would be Gareth if you weren't here, but you are." She seemed completely unfazed by this. Not unfazed about Jareth, but about sending a inexperienced, 25-year-old to rule a kingdom.

"I will coach you a for a month. Then it's coronation. This would have been the same if Jareth was alive, only you would have to get married first."

"I'm going to my room. I'll think about." How was it that the past two conversations I had had with Rega ended in a slightly disturbed me walking out of a room, in which there was a calm Rega.

I always ended up wandering around the castle when I couldn't find Jareth. I never went to a room, but I decided to go to the library. Change things up. I figured I should learn something about the kingdom I was soon to rule.

The last time I was in the library, we had been looking for ways to cure Hoggle. I was so focused I hadn't looked around. Looking at it now, I realized that there were pictures, paintings really, of all of the past and present rulers of the Underground. They must have been been 10 feet by 8 feet. Huge I looked over all of them. There was a little blurb at the bottom about what they accomplished, along with Date of Birth, and Date of Death. Rega and Crap Bag both had paintings. Crap Bag simply had his date of birth, and then a tiny, black Shit Head. I laughed. He didn't have any accomplishments either. Rega had uniting the Fireys under hers, and then it said how she managed to keep them in one place. I would congratulate her on that. Next was Jareth's. His blurb was short, simply saying that he had civilized the goblins. I was surprised that Rega and Jareth had done things that seemed so easy. Surely someone else would have thought about these things. I finished reading Jareth's blurb and got to the bottom. January 8th 947- March 9th 2016. The painting already knew. I was crying again. I didn't know I could have that much water in me and still function. My fingers brushed over the dates. I looked over at the space next to Jareth. There was a painting that had my name on the bottom along with my birthday December 12th, 1991. I really was doing this.

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It's getting there, I promise.