Beyond the Goblin City

His Eyes

It's getting there, I promise. And do I even have to say who's point of view it is? I mean it's pretty obvious.

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Rega had brought Gareth over from his kingdom, and they wanted me to find the body. I led them through what felt like all of the turns before I got to the right one.

"Make up your mind!" Gareth was yelling. It was making me nervous so I whispered.

"Sorry if I can't find the room. I might have been dragged here the first time." I glared at him. He didn't know how much I wanted to find Jareth. Maybe he was still alive, maybe he was still fighting Crap Bag, maybe he. . .no he was dead. There wasn't any way he was going to be alive. I saw it.

I pushed the door open of what I thought was the correct room, and there he was, lying on the floor. Only his wound was closed, and there was still blood on his shirt. How was that possible.

Rega read my mind. Quite literally. That was still scary "Sarah, when I fae dies, their magic closes the wound. If they have enough to clean it, it should do that too. I'm surprised it even closed."

He was lying on his side, and only his right eye was open. But something didn't look right. I opened his other one carefully. Oh my god. They were both blue, and they had the same pupils. Usually one was grayish and the other blue, with a dilated pupil in the right eye. I must have shown signs of surprise because Rega asked, "What is it?"

"His eyes are the same color and everything. That's not, that shouldn't-"

"That's supposed to happen. My father had scoliosis, and when he died his back straightened."

"Yeah. I suppose that's what it is. Gareth, can you help?"

He looked pleased that he was going to do something. "Sure." He magicked a crystal and spread it under Jareth.

"Magical Stretcher?"

"Magical Stretcher."

We walked back upstairs to his room, but on the way something was wrong. I know that his eyes were supposed to fix when he died, but they didn't look right. They were glassy. Wait that happens when someone died. They looked, well, dead. Even though he was, everything about him always seemed full of life. That didn't make sense either.

I didn't cry anymore. Rega didn't cry anymore. I don't think Gareth had cried in the first place. He was better at holding his emotions than Jareth was.

"Sarah, go back to the library, I'm sure you have more things to work on. I'll have some goblins work on Jareth's funeral. They probably have stuff left from Hoggle's."

She said that with no emotion. It was like she didn't care that my two favorite people had died, even if they weren't really people. But I figured I should listen to her, so I went upstairs, and she led Gareth over to his room. Apparently him AND Rega would be training me.

More looking, more nothing. There was almost nothing on the Underground in the library. Useless things. I wish I had something else to do.

My phone was buzzing. That thing had insane timing. Assuming it was my dad, this would be the third time he had called me in the Underground. Still didn't understand that.

It was my dad.

"Hey dad."

"Sarah, where are you?"

"What do you mean I've only been gone a week or two."

"Actually, you've been gone a month now. And you left Grant. Why? He was so nice."

"Dad, he wasn't and this is too much over the phone. I'll be home in half an hour."

"Where are you that you can be hear in half an hour?"

"I'LL EXPLAIN BYE."

I ran halfway downstairs. Then I remembered I could transport, so I did. I knocked on Regas door. She was done showing Gareth his room.

"Hi Rega my dad needs to know where I am and I want to see my brother so I'm going to go home for a few days or something is that alright thanks bye." I hated talking to her. She just blinked and nodded.

I walked over to Jareth's throne, and sat down, I had to think. I didn't really know how to get home, but I just really wanted to. And suddenly I landed in front of my old house. I stumbled around a bit, and I had a scrape on my knee from where I landed to hard on the sidewalk.

So that's how it works. I would have to learn how to do that less painfully.

"Sarah?" I turned. My dad came rocketing out of the door and over to me. "Areyouokay, areyouokay?"

"Dad, breath, I'm fine."

"Okay good. Because there is someone here who wants to see you."

Toby. Or Grant. I hoped it was Toby. But it was probably Grant. "He seemed excited. More than he usually is." So it was Toby. He loved seeing me, but considering it had been a month, he probably loved this. My father actually shoved me through the door, and upstairs to the room I used to share with Grant. It was Grant.

"I'm not talking to him."

"Yes you are Sarah."

"But, he's working with-" I hadn't told my father that part yet. "Fine. I'll go talk to him."

Grant led to the our old bathroom of all places. I wouldn't let him within a foot of me. He was still in cahoots with Crap Bag. As soon as I stepped he closed the door, and everything around him softened. Then he spoke.

"Sarah I know you're scared but this is the only way I could get your father to trust me." Whoa. Grant was not British. He reached out to my arm and I flinched back, so he stepped closer. And his eyes weren't brown anymore. One was blue, one was gray, and his glamour came off just as I pressed my lips to his.

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