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New Dawn of May - AC V	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Personal Journeys

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Heat, oppressive heat assaulted Jareth's senses first, followed by an overwhelming dryness. He opened his eyes, to be greeted by a blazing noon day sun, and immediately shaded them with his hands. He remained standing in his original position and scanned his surroundings taking stock of his location. As his sun-blasted eyes adjusted, he noticed and gradually recognized the skyline of a nearby city; nearby being relative in a desert as the sands and heat tended to play tricks on the eyes. Jareth twisted his wrist to teleport the remaining distance and frowned when nothing happened.
"Hmm, seems the trip back exhausted me more than expected," he mumbled aloud.
'At least you made it within walking distance to Girsu this time,' his inner voice supplied cheerfully.
"Yes, thank you for reminding me," he replied sarcastically, memories of previous trips back in time and their disastrous outcomes trickling through his mind. "I only hope the distance is shorter than it appears as I as suspect I lack the strength to conjure even a glass of water at the moment."
"Then you'd better get to walking."
Jareth sighed heavily and readjusted his clothing before setting off towards the current manifestation of Girsu, sometime during 5000 B.C., located in the Lagash kingdom of ancient Sumer. During the 21st century it was known by Telloh in the country of Iraq and Jareth avoided it as if were poison. But now, in this time, Girsu housed only friends, and friends of friends.
'It will be good to see Suggur again. I've missed him and his house.'
"As have I," Jareth said wistfully. Too few mortals befriended him with true loyalty throughout his long life, and Suggur and his household proved a rare exception. Once Suggur's mortal life expectancy finally caught him, after being healed through bouts sickness by Jareth, he lost his first and truest friend. A grief he assuaged on occasion by visiting Suggur by tampering with time; each attempt becoming increasing difficult as Jareth created more paradoxes with multiple iterations of his presence. Through his selfish need he manipulated his friend's memories, created illusions, anything to erase or change his previous existence in Suggur's life as Jareth had spend many years living with his friend during the original time period. His friend who also thought him some sort of deity come to life which Jareth discounted as primitive, mortal superstition, until now.
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Three days, seven hours, and twenty-seven minutes since Jareth disappeared on his quest, and Sarah wasn't missing him at all she reminded herself as she twirled her mechanical pencil between her thumb and first fingers.
'Nope, not a bit,' she thought. Her first three days back to work passed without incident. She focused her mind to her tasks, ate lunch with her friend Christy—who asked about her chocolate-covered, sexy boyfriend—and everything strode along nicely because she didn't miss his voice, or his lips, or magical messages of love appearing on her desk. Which she always slyly hide, and she acted irritated, but she secretly enjoyed because it broke up the monotony of her office day. And really, what woman wouldn't love for a sexy Goblin King to romance her?
'You are so busted,' Tutu said.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' Sarah said in her mind, full denial-mode.
'Pu-leaze! You're a Jareth-addict; don't even try to deny, not to me.'
'Not now, Tutu, kind of busy.'
'What? With the pencil baton? I know you're daydreaming about his Royal Hotness.'
'Tutu!'
"Sarah?"
"Christy?" Sarah jumped in her seat, startled from her reverie at Christy's voice calling her name, and did her best to shake off her mental ponderings.
"Uh...you all right, Sarah? You look a little space cadetish," Christy leaned over Sarah's desk to gain a better view of her eyes causing Sarah to duck her head to avoid inspection.
"Fine, all good, what's up?"
"Yeah," Christy drew the word out, "uh, Mr. Montgomery asked me to come get you, he wants to speak to you in his office."
"Oh, uh, okay," she stammered, trying to regain her equilibrium. Could this be it? The answer she'd been waiting months for regarding the partnership decision? The competition raged fiercely the last year and she knew her work reflected a stellar effort. Still...
"You going to see him sometime this month?" Christy asked, prompting Sarah to snap out of her mind's internal rambling once again. She really needed to stop that.
"Yes," Sarah stood from her chair, "yes, I am. Thanks, Christy." She gave her friend a genuine smile which Christy returned with a quick hug.
"You're going to get it, Sarah. Mr. Montgomery and the rest of the partners are crazy if they give the partnership to anyone else." Christy hugged her again and Sarah couldn't help returning it with interest. She could do this. A law firm partnership: her goal since her graduation from high school. She could face this; success was a good thing, right? So why the sudden fear? She squared and tightened her shoulders, ready to face battle and marched to her boss's office at the opposite end of the hall.
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'I'd forgotten how much I hate the desert.'
"Especially without my powers."
'Yes, exactly. Question: how is it that you're the 'Source of all Magic, but you can deplete your powers through exhaustion? Shouldn't you be a bottomless well or something cause this hiking through the blistering heat during high noon is bloody ridiculous,' Jareth's conscience questioned with a side helping of snark.
"Well, if I knew that we wouldn't be back in ancient Girsu seeking answers now would we?" Jareth snapped back. The miserable environment making him waspish towards himself because no one presented themselves as a convenient target, not even a stowaway goblin.
'Excuse me, your highness; I'm just trying to figure this out logically.'
"Bloody well stop it, too hot."
His inner voice grumbled for a few minutes before settling down and leaving Jareth to his normal, private thoughts. Girsu's skyline appeared larger and the punishing sun halfway closer to the horizon, so Jareth knew he made considerable progress on foot. With any luck Suggur's door would be meeting his fist sometime after nightfall, still several hours away. Jareth wiped his brow for the hundredth time; he may be immortal but the laws of physicality still applied to his body on the most basic of levels. The Mesopotamian desert made him sweat just as badly as any mortal, and while dehydration wouldn't kill him it most certainly would harm him and make him acutely wretched. And didn't he remember the first time he experienced that little joy as he gradually discovered just how immortal he truly was. Imagine dehydrating over weeks instead of days then remaining on the brink of death without its sweet release. Yes, very fun indeed. His eons old memory drifted back to the day he staggered about lost in this very desert to be found by Suggur as a very young man. Jareth wondered what age his friend might be now as he possessed no notion of the exact year only that the timeframe was correct.
'I hope Ninbanda is still there,' his voice chimed in suddenly. Ninbanda...her name inspired myriad emotions and memories causing a sharp clenching in Jareth's gut. He swallowed thickly. After his success as a man, Suggur took a wife, Ninbanda, who inspired conflicting emotions in Jareth. She welcomed him as her husband's friend and in a manner mothered him as he never before knew; Jareth absorbed her attentions as if he were the surrounding desert. But he was also a man, of sorts, and after a time he found himself tempted by Ninbanda's kindness and beauty and so he left the house of his friend before he might soil that which was given to him freely by Suggur.
'I miss her, she was good to us,' his voice said longingly, still thinking of her.
"She was and I miss her, too." Jareth said wistfully, remembering the time of peace, "But we have Sarah now and she loves us more than Ninbanda was free to do so. And Suggur is a friend first, try to stay focused," Jareth replied, chastising.
'I know, I know, just remembering.'
He continuing trudging over sand dunes and spotted the cultivated land at the outskirts of the city growing closer. Soon...soon he could rest. He attempted to conjure again, something small...a glass of water as he considered earlier, and only an empty glass appeared...no water.
'Well, at least that's an improvement.'
"Yes, because temptation is such a motivator." Jareth kept walking towards Girsu and dreamt of cool water and fresh dates, friendship and answers.
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"You wanted to see me, Mr. Montgomery?" Sarah asked after her boss's executive assistant gave her permission to enter his office.
"Ms. Williams! Sarah, please, do come in!" The bulky, older man directed standing from his couch as he motioned with one hand to the seats facing the opposite side. Upon entering Sarah admired the view Mr. Montgomery's large, corner office afforded him of downtown Philadelphia's skyline. God, she loved this office, would do anything to get this office and this view because it spoke to success and achievement. Once her father saw her centered in this background he'd have no choice but to acknowledge her. Her palms itched with anticipation.
"Thank you, Mr. Montgomery," she replied, walking in to take one of the proffered chairs which faced the windows. As she sat the late afternoon sun blinded her momentarily forcing her to fidget with her seat until the angle improvement. Her boss appeared slightly impatient, but said nothing until she resettled herself.
"You've been a valuable member of Montgomery, Lowe, and Scott's legal ground team for several years, Sarah, and you've done exceptional work," he stated firmly, diving right apparently. No alcohol offered, was that a good or bad sign? Or was alcohol offered afterwards as a congratulatory ritual being a good thing and beforehand being bad since it was meant to soothe her and avoid violence? Sarah clenched her teeth to keep from screaming.
"Thank you, sir," she forced herself to smile through the anxiety; he was paying her a compliment afterall.
"We here at, Montgomery, Lowe, and Scott like to reward are exceptional employees..."
And then he waxed on about the various methods his law firm used to reward said employees: how generous said law firm applied themselves to be every year, why that generosity—in addition to an outstanding court record—made them the top law firm in Philly, and several other such grandiose explanations as to the brilliance of Montgomery, Lowe, and Scott for enough length than even Sarah grew bored of staring at the perfect skyline behind her boss.
'Will he just get on with it already?' Tutu blurted in Sarah's head, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.
"Which is why we at Montgomery, Lowe, and Scott are quite particular on whom we select to receive a partnership as they must embody and strive for these same goals. Do you understand, Sarah?" he inquired in his droning voice.
"Wh—yes, of course, Mr. Montgomery," Sarah said, quickly recovering her side of the conversation.
"Excellent!" he slapped his knee then extended his hand, "I knew you'd be on board."
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"Welcome to Montgomery, Lowe, and Scott as our newest partner, Ms. Williams," he stood with his hand still extended and broad smile on his face, "Congratulations!"
Sarah stood and mimicked her boss's posture gripping his hand in hers, "Uh-thank you, thank you very much, sir!" she replied, feeling her knees quiver and her stomach flip-flop, wanting nothing more than to tell Jareth the great news.
"How about a celebratory drink?" Mr. Montgomery asked. Apparently, drinks did come afterwards if you win and she accepted wholeheartedly. Right now she really, really needed a shot of strong alcohol bracing her system. Because her second thought following how much she wanted Jareth with her right now was the realization that she would have to face her father to tell him the good news. Maybe she would have several strong drinks.
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Night fell hours ago and the chill air of the desert made Jareth shiver, but the cover of darkness cloaked his arrival into Girsu and any odd questions he might deal with as he slowly made his way to Suggur's home in the center of town. After arriving in the city proper and using his slowly returning power to sneak passed the gate guards, he recognized the timeframe as later in Suggur's life and surely Ninbanda would be present. A reality he both dreaded and treasured.
Weaving through the dirt streets, he finally came to the larger complex of Suggur's home. His friend did well for himself having become the High Priest of Girsu in the worship of Ningirsu; a fact Jareth knew he likely would hear about again as Jareth's spell to bring him back also reset his friend's memories. Having spent a great deal of time with Suggur he understood Sumerian well enough and used magic to translate the rest whenever he felt the need.
The front gate to his friend's great home rose ahead and Jareth stumbled the last few steps only to be stopped by two guards. However, as soon as he raised his head, fatigued, to meet their aggressively inquisitive looks they recognized their master's closest, powerful friend, and offered their assistance and entry into the home. The two guards half carried the exhausted, dehydrated Jareth through the main gate, into the out courtyard and cried out for more assistance.
"Aie, aie, Ninurta has returned!" They shouted causing the entire household within earshot to awaken and pour into the elegant courtyard lined in hand painted mosaic tiles with a water fountain in the center.
'They're calling you that silly name again,' Jareth's voice commented; he only nodded as his voice died out long ago with the arid winds. Suggur began calling him Ninurta shortly after he first found him and once Jareth demonstrated his magic by reviving a drowned lamb of Suggur's flock, and the name stuck ever since. After enough time, Jareth gave up trying to correct him since Suggur preferred using the nickname and continued treating him as a friend, but would never explain the meaning. Since Jareth's need for a friend outweighed his need for anything else, he conceded and eventually placed the information at the far back of his memory. Good thing he never forget anything.
"Ninurta, you have returned!" a deep, male voice exclaimed, and Jareth recognized it as Suggur. Jareth raised his head to greet his friend and saw that Suggur was quite old this time, his dark brown skin crinkled by the sun, but his brown eyes still sparkling with mirth and intelligence.
"Suggur," Jareth croaked passed his parched throat.
"Water! Water for Ninurta!" Suggur ordered then waved for his men to assist Jareth to a chair brought close for his needs.
"Yes, Lugal-Suggur," his men replied, maneuvering Jareth until he sat comfortably. Suggur sat in another chair brought next to Jareth and stared worshipfully at him.
"Ninurta, your arrival is most unexpected. Most you always cheat death to find me?" Suggur jested, knowing very well Jareth's constitution. Trying to hold back his chuckle, Jareth coughed instead. A pitcher and glass of water manifested in front of him as by his magic, but held by a young boy servant. Jareth grasped the glass eagerly and gulped the entire contents at once then immediately asked for more.
"Of course, you may have as much as you like, you know this," Suggur waved, his wide, gold rings flashing in the night torchlight, and the servant filled Jareth's glass.
"My apologies for disturbing your household, my friend," Jareth replied once his voice box worked again.
"Nonsense, you are welcome at all hours for any reason."
Jareth studied his old friend, who was now truly grown older, and noticed his usually black hair turned nearly all gray. So close to the end already, perhaps he could extend Suggur's life again while he visited.
"About that, Suggur, I need your help. I've traveled a long distance to ask you about something very important."
"You flatter me, Ninurta," Suggur bowed his head, "What could I know to be of assistance to you?"
"What do you know of the Source of all Magic?" Jareth watched as Suggur's natural tan paled, and he gestured frantically for any servants to leave, and then turned back to Jareth.
"What you ask is not to be heard by lesser ears. Come; we must speak privately." Suggur stood and led a stunned Jareth away from the torchlight of the now deserted courtyard, deeper in the home private areas of the home.

A/N: TO FROMAFAR: Thanks for the kind review! I'm happy to have given you a great read. FYI- this is actually the 5th installment of my Amelioration Chronicles series, so if you go to my profile and read the previous 4, many of your questions will be answered. :o) Enjoy!
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