MAX (THE CHOSEN ONE)

Chapter 3

Taking a sip from his canteen, Jareth felt the liquid warm him as he sat by a tree at the forest's edge.Was this temperature typical for this time of year?Non-magical people don't seem to notice the onset of the cold season, but magic people could feel it in their bones.Jareth considered starting a small fire, but he was too close to the town.He didn't need to draw attention to himself at all.

He had observed the child.He was aware of what he needed to do and say, but how would it be received?Would the boy work with you?Would he attempt to comprehend?Jareth didn't want to kidnap the boy.In order for him to develop into the person he needed to be, he wanted this boy to join him.Jareth got up, dusted his pants, and got dressed.He decided that talking to the boy's caregivers would be the best course of action.For all they had done, they had the right to hear what planned to occur.

He had first met them at night.At the time, Jareth had just turned his own age of maturity.Jareth had been selected for the job despite the fact that he was young because of his skill, his connections, and primarily his own bloodline.Jareth had talked to the young couple in the small cottage near the stable nearly sixteen years ago.

Jareth was informed that they would be willing despite the fact that they were barely adults.The diviner had known for sure.Fortunately for Jareth, the woman was convinced by his best explanations.She knew because she had heard the stories as a child.Jareth could tell it wasn't that hard for her to persuade her husband.It's possible that the man was deeply in love with his wife, that he was just kind, that the gods intervened to provide assistance, or that the woman possessed a touch of enchantress blood.

The couple accepted the boy for whatever reason and agreed to raise him without telling him who he was.

"Indeed, better continue ahead with it," Jareth told himself.He moved toward the cottage after lowering his hat to a lower position on his head.

Jareth was welcomed at the entryway by a pretty, stout lady with a lovely grin.Her smile vanished as Jareth turned to look at her.

"You," she murmured. "Is it now?I had no idea... Come in, come in.

Jareth wondered if the woman could comprehend what he really was because she appeared dazed.She might have known the accounts and trusted some of it, however did she really comprehend the reason why he appeared as though he had scarcely matured from such an extremely long time prior?Did she have any idea why he had been selected for this job?Jareth entered the small doorway with a bow to his head.

"Please pause.Do you need anything from me?Would you like something to eat or drink?”inquired the hand-fidgeting woman.

"No, no, you only need a place to sit.We don't have much time.Is the boy anticipated to return soon?

Jane said, not looking away from Jareth, "Yes."Lessons ought to be nearly finished.However, if he walks alongside Katniss, it might take him longer than usual to return to the stable.

"As for your husband, is he close by?It is preferable if we speak first.

"Of course,Let me go and get him.Jane appeared reluctant to leave the odd man in her modest house.She gave a small, reassuring smile to Jareth, who smiled back, and then she nodded and ran out the front door.

Jareth noticed that the small cottage was neat, clean, and modest when he looked around.

Jareth remarked, "What a strange place for a boy like him to grow up."

It was so dissimilar to the places where Jareth had been raised.The house where his own family lived was rather small.It wasn't as crowded as this one, but it wasn't nearly as big as Keene Manor either.Jareth had lived in Keene Manor for most of his childhood.It probably had a kitchen that was larger than the entire cottage.Jareth struggled to comprehend the idea that a boy of this significance had grown up in this location.In this tiny house, the boy was safe and taken care of.

Unfortunately, not everyone in Regventus could say the same thing.Despite the quiet and safety of this region of The Great Surrounding, the kingdom was undergoing change.Even this sleepy town would eventually be affected by chaos and destruction.No one was sure what actually happened to the children who were being taken from their homes in other parts of the kingdom to attend new schools in the city.

Several times, Jareth had questioned whether this was the right thing to do.Despite the fact that he was aware that he had to have faith in the Ring of Nine, he questioned whether this boy was actually the solution.The diviner had correctly predicted a lot of things.She told him he had to trust this boy because he was the one.He was now unable to retreat.

He was absolutely certain that immediate action was required.It was clear that things would be too far gone if they didn't move forward in the next season.The ancient method would spread too widely.The kingdom's life would dramatically change, and not for the better.To see that for himself, he didn't need any divination skills.In recent travels, Jareth had seen and heard too much.There were rumors among the magic folk that strange questions were being asked and that magical people had been known to vanish.Soon, the kingdom would only become more dangerous for everyone because of something.

Jane and Danin entered the cottage when the door opened.

When Danin walked in the door, he said, "I was hoping it would be a few more years before we had the honor of your visit."The young man is barely sixteen years old.

"We promised to wait 16 years;It's been sixteen years, '' Jareth insisted.

"You mentioned at least 16 years.More time is required.Give him until he is old enough to be a man.There are just two more years.

"I'm afraid that won't work.There are not two years.As if he were the owner of the house, Jareth said this while pointing to the two other seats in the room and inviting the couple to sit down.They occupied the remaining two seats at the very edge.

But why not?Jane questioned,Why are you hurrying so much?There is ample time if what you say about the boy is accurate.

The kingdom cannot be put off.Jareth paused and said, "Things aren't... going well."

He wasn't sure how much to say.He didn't want to frighten the couple or spread rumors on this side of Regventus. Rarely did rumors help;in point of fact, they appeared to accelerate the ancient practices.

Jareth warned, "Things are different outside of The Great Surrounding."

"In what capacity," asked Danin. "Our second-ring merchants have made no mention of any issues.

They believe only what they see.Look, after sixteen years of agreement, it's time.“The boy will accompany me today,” Jareth instructed.

“Today?Most likely not.He will need some time from you.He will need to get ready.He lives here with friends.Show mercy.Jane pleaded incessantly.

“We cannot wait; I wish there was time for that mercy.Tonight, he and I will leave together.Jareth stated.

He felt his magic grow stronger.He had recently been in such a bad mood.As he prayed for the magic to remain within him, he took a deep, calming breath.His wrath was not due to this couple.The boy had wanted them to be close to him, wasn't that what he wanted?for the boy to be cherished and loved?

I acknowledge that this is challenging, but the boy must begin to realize who he is.He needs to learn some things.He needs to meet more people and be around them for this to work.He looked at Jane and said, "I thought you understood this."

She appeared to take a breath to steady herself as she closed her eyes.She looked at Jareth when she opened her eyes.When he saw someone with the gift, he experienced the familiar spark.Therefore, her blood did indeed contain some kind of magic.Was she in charge of it?Was she aware of herself?

Some people were born with magic but were unaware of its existence.Sometimes it just showed up in insignificant ways like being able to guess correctly.Here and there things would vanish around them to show up in different spots.Some people were born with the ability to control a room or calm others down.Some were great pharmacists with that exceptional mending contact.These individuals were adept at attributing these events to chance, common skill, and forgetfulness.Non-gifted society were in every case great at making sense of things away, of figuring out how to make everything fit into their ordinary request of the world.