Okay, a little shorter than usual, but you guys don't mind. And remember, 
comments keep me from going postal on my friends and family, so please tell 
me what you think. My relations will thank you.
~Bamfy

Disclaimer: Jareth is not mine. Amalthya, Xander, Silviet, Ollüe, and 
Grejė  are. Ask to use them. Do not sue, no money is being made from 
this story.

Horizon 2.1/?

She yawned and stretched as the warm sun shone onto the large four poster 
bed. She blinked several times before remembering where she was. Her trips 
to the Underground were becoming so frequent that at times she wasn't 
certain where she was until she opened her eyes on the room itself. 
Amalthya sat up in the bed and looked out the picture window at the golden 
light flowing over the land. It wasn't until she turned to kiss her lover 
on the cheek that she realized he wasn't in the bed. Odd. Being a king, and 
therefore never subject to the pressures of a nine to five job, he normally 
slept in. But he wasn't even in the room this morning. Amalthya finally 
decided it wasn't worth worrying about, and went to the closet to get some 
clothes. She pulled out a pair of tan riding pants, a soft cotton poet's 
blouse in green, and a pair of black boots. 
      When she first started visiting The Underground on a regular basis, 
she'd felt a little out of place wandering around the castle in jeans and a
tee-shirt, especially given Jareth's normal mode of dress, but neither was 
she willing to give up her casual style for dresses. Jareth had arranged 
for her to have a new wardrobe fitted, consisting mostly of garments like 
the ones she wore now, though she did have a few fairly plain gowns to wear
when the mood struck her. She sat down on the bed to pull on the knee-high 
leather boots then went to the vanity mirror to brush her hair. After she'd 
smoothed out the dark tresses she made two thin braids on either side of 
her head, pulled them back, and fastened them behind her head. This served 
to keep the rest of the chestnut cascade back from her face. With one last 
glance in the mirror, she left the bedroom and went to find Jareth.
	Outside the door to Jareth's chamber, the two goblin guards 
attempted to bow, but only succeeded in making a racket as their spears and 
most of their armor clattered to the floor.

"M-mornin' yer Highness." They said in unison.

Amalthya sighed and crouched down in front of the goblins, retrieving their 
helmets as she did so. "How many times do I have to tell you guys? I'm not 
the queen, so don't call me 'your Highness'. Here you go Ollüe, Grejė." She 
placed the helmets back on the goblins' heads. "Do you guys know which way 
Jareth went?" 

"Sure we do!" Ollüe piped up.

"Yeah." Grejė added with an enthusiastic nod of the head which sent his 
helmet toppling off again. Amalthya managed to catch it before it clanged 
onto the stone floor and set it back on the goblin's head for a second 
time, making sure she secured the chin strap this time around.

"Well, which way?"  Unsurprisingly, the two guards pointed in opposite 
directions.

"Wait no. I think he went that way." Ollüe spun around, smacking Grejė in 
the back of the head with the butt of his spear. Grejė crashed to the floor, 
taking his companion with him. 

"Un, thanks guys." Amalthya laughed and looked down at the heap the two had 
made on the floor.

"No problem." Grejė crooked from the bottom of the pile. Amalthya  shook 
her head. It never paid to ask goblins anything. She started off in the 
direction of the library, the most likely place to find Jareth at this time 
of the morning. 

----

Jareth was still staring at the blank pages when he heard the soft click of 
boot heals that meant Amalthya had just entered the room. He glanced up 
from the book momentarily to look at his lover, then muttered and slammed 
the book shut.

"Here you are." She smiled sweetly at him, but then frowned, a puzzled look 
in her eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. It's- do you think I'm losing my mind?"

Amalthya laughed. "Of course not. What a silly question. Why do *you* think 
you're losing your mind?"

"I- no. It's just that I'm searching for the answer to something and it 
keeps eluding me!" He slammed his fist down on the table. "I don't 
understand it." He sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. This frustration 
was giving him a headache. 

Amalthya rested a delicate hand on Jareth's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sure 
you'll figure out this thing with Xander eventually."

"But it's not just that anymore. I was looking at this book-" He motioned 
to the he'd slammed shut and carelessly discarded on the table. "The last 
half is blank. As if history had been blotted out." He looked deep into his 
lover's emerald eyes, as if their fire could dispel the cold that was 
creeping in on the edges of his soul. "It's my past." His voice grew quiet, 
almost fearful. "And I can't even remember what happened."