was bored. Ruling over these simpleminded little creatures had become an
uninteresting and very tiresome chore. Their minds had become so accustomed to
their simple forms, that there was not much left of them to control. This once
lovely city had become wild and unkempt. Chickens
and cats without owners ran loose around the city, sniffing garbage left by
careless homeowners. It was becoming as bad as the junkyard beyond the city
Jareth watched all of the goblins performing cleaning chores within his
throne room with disgust, and his eyes came across one that turned his tide of
thought. In a corner of the room sat a goblin female, whose
countenance interested him upon occasion. She
even intermittently caused him a feeling of amusement. Her name was Sooty, for she was covered in the dust from the
coals that she carried daily to each of the fireplaces of the castle.
Unlike the other goblins, her face was not completely deformed and barren
of a smile… in fact, it was a kindly face, one of peace and understanding. It
often perplexed him, for how could one bear such a countenance in this hellish
He did not hear the words she spoke as she combed a young goblin child's
"The mood has come upon him again, my child.
Do not disturb him."
He smiled at the young girl she was tending to. Also another lovely part
of his kingdom…she offered him amusement daily as he gazed at her innocent
face. She was an enigma, a fluke
creation of the heavens…even her life was a wonder to him.
A sharp pain went down his spine, and he pulled his mind away from his
examination of the goblin to concentrate again on problems at hand.
He looked to his right at the covered painting that took over a large
portion of the wall. The subject of the painting was not visible, but he thought
upon it often, knowing by now each detail present upon the canvas.
He swallowed with difficulty…something was at work inside of him.
The plan…his mind constantly went back to the plan…
A plan concocted to do something to improve his current standing.
Anything was an acceptable action, but nothing was everything else
unworthy of acceptance. The boredom,
the constant buzzing of flies as they fed off the carcasses of boiled chickens,
the sound of illtuned banjos as numbskulls eased their own boredom by playing
them. It was a sorry sight that had
to be remedied.
And the burning in his chest had grown… a desire to have something that
was not his, a desire that had not been satiated for several upon several years;
it had come over him again, and he longed to quench it.
She was only a part of it. At
least, having her as his own was only a fraction of his driving force.
He thought he could do without her if it weren't for the wonderful pout
she gave when he put an obstacle before her.
That little pout of frustration, that feeling of mistreatment she claimed
each time she puckered her lips. He
loved to torture her, just to see her poke her chin up in the air in that
haughty way she had, in order to tell him that he wasn't phasing her in the
least. He remembered gazing into
her eyes long ago, seeing the flames his spark had ignited within her teenage
emotions, and tingling at the thought of making her become so fraught with
indecision that even her pout and haughty chin could do nothing to remedy her
Torturing her, offering cruelty was an unnecessary cure for his viral
boredom, but it was a very large part of his plan.
He had been torturing her for some time now, without her knowledge, and
all to gain an end. Weakening, she
had watched things fly by that she had viewed as sacred, and then, in a puff of
anxiety, he would take away her memory of the loss.
Piece by piece she became a small refuge of memory, all the more easy to
control for his own purposes. She
would be the one to renew his power, and then he would allow her to share it, as
a beautiful example of his will.
He swallowed with difficulty.
A tremendous feeling of fear and uncertainty came over him.
His control was slipping in a situation of no worries.
He knew his plan would work, and everything was going so well…it was
not the plan that inspired this feeling, but he was unsure of the true source.
He doubled over in pain, but quickly recovered, managing to slip past the
gaze of the few goblins in the room as he ran into the hallway.
Something gargantuan and beautiful fluttered in his mind and eluded him,
replacing itself, and almost covering itself with the anger and disdain.
He pulled himself alongside the wall, bracing himself with the stone
structure as he moaned, not in pain, but in remorse.
The magic was rebelling again, but why would it rebel now?
Had he not been thinking about the plan for some time now?
Why would it suddenly agree to his scheme? What did it want from him?
He clutched his amulet to his chest and spat, "I have control over
myself…I have control over her…I will have control over you."