Kagome's Paths

Kagome's Paths
By Kagehoshi
Ch 3 Reflections


Jareth, the Goblin King, sat on his throne and watched the little mortal in one of his crystals. She really was quite intriguing. No mortal had ever stood up to him like she had, not even that one. He frowned, and the gesture looked wrong on the perfect beauty of his face. Young Sara had been a mistake, far too young to understand what he was offering, and honestly he wasn't sure what he had seen in the chit. She was far too spoiled for her own good. But this one, this Kagome, she had a fire and a spark to her that he had never seen in a mortal before.

It was odd for him to be called so far to the East. His legends and domain were primarily in the western world, where tales of the wicked Goblin King circulated continuously from mother to children. Yet he had heard the call, and had been surprised by the amount of emotion behind it. Not anger, but sorrow. Deep, unending sorrow, so strong that it gave him pause to wonder what this young mortal girl could have gone through to make her suffer so much.

She had looked so delicious sitting before him, not understanding what had happened. Yet when her anger had sparked, he had nearly lost himself. The fire in her eyes, the way her whole being seemed to glow, she had been a Goddess before him. When she had threatened him, it had taken all his self-control not to pick her up and kiss her with everything she had inspired in him.

She was so lovely as she stood before him, like a perfect porcelain doll, threatening him with bodily harm. Her waist length ebony hair hung around her like a shimmering curtain and her sapphire blue eyes flashing with rage. Looking her over he noticed her attire, which showed off the lovely shape of her legs. Ah, yes. This is what they call a school uniform here. He had recalled, and privately he approved of the ensemble, it was innocent yet evocative, and when she had spun about to face him he had gotten a tantalizing glimpse of her under-things.

She had been so tiny next to his tall frame that he had wondered at her age, she did not act as a child, and with her womanly curves she did not look like one, and she was not. In truth she was a woman grown, old enough for children of her own. Though in this modern era, mortals did not agree.

He admired her for her fire and her courage. She had not whined to get her brother back, nor complained. She had faced him and demanded her brother be returned to her. It amazed him, for nor mortal had done such a thing before. Most cowered at the sight of him, becoming tearful sniveling blobs. Even Sara had feared him in the beginning, yet not this girl. If he hadn't known better he would say she had faced down the supernatural before. He had felt something strange from her, something akin to magic, yet pure. There certainly was something strange about the girl, you could tell by the way the borderlands had conformed to her presence. The Labyrinth was a reflection of the person who walked through it. It conformed to fit the personality of those who would try and solve it, changing dramatically each time. He had been amazed upon their arrival to the borderlands to find them so green and alive.

Never had a mortal so bewitched him in such a way, it was almost as if he was being drawn to her, as if he was connected… Jareth quickly shoved such thoughts away and continued to look into the crystal, for now he would watch, and see how this little mortal girl fared against his Labyrinth.