Sarah looked around the surprisingly sparse training room. It was decidedly odd to see it without all equipment, seating and weapons that had been stored away earlier.
She stood by the door, Bishop at her side and frowned in concern at Jareth. He stood in the centre of the room, with his eyes closed and his arms tightly wrapped about himself.
Jareth had explained that he would be conducting a test of the guardian's enhanced senses. While it was something that happened fairly regularly at the Labyrinth’s insistence, from his terse explanation and his current behaviour, Sarah did not think he was pleased about the edict.
It seemed that the other specialist sensory enhancements that Sarah had categorised as first aid and trauma, did not rate a test as their use was triggered fairly regularly during sparring and weapons training. Considering that all of the guardians had the ability to heal others and there were always several members of the home team around the castle at any point in time, she suspected the ability was a safety hold over that existed before Jareth’s reign and the closer relationship he shared with the guardians negated it being essential.
As Jareth had explained earlier, he would trigger the call and he needed Sarah to witness it so she would know what to expect once the Labyrinth had selected her own personal safety team, but he had brought Bishop in to ensure that Sarah’s magic didn’t react.
Sarah’s mouth opened in shock when she heard Jareth call for help. His voice was quiet, but pitched higher than she’d ever heard it and his cry of anguish ripped her heart in two. Before she could ask anything of Bishop, she felt a fear grip her that slowly increased to the point of immobility and then Rook appeared in the room.
When Sarah looked at Rook her brain was telling her two different stories. One was that she was seeing a woman in black armed with a sword and large knife, the other was that she was looking at a void that sucked in all surrounding light. Rook scanned the room for threats and Sarah stumbled back under the weight of a dark and terrible gaze as she was assessed and dismissed as a threat. She had enough time to gasp in relief before the sensation of oppression doubled and drove her to her knees.
“Breathe,” Bishop husked in her ear.
Sarah sucked in air and saw a second figure had appeared in the room. She ground her teeth as the newcomer subjected her to the same examination and then light returned to her world.
Bishop helped her to her feet and she saw that Rook and a man with dark hair and a beard were wrapped around Jareth, their faces buried in his neck. Jareth, for his part, held them in a death grip. Sarah could see the marks around his eyes were pale with distress, but before she could say anything, they’d vanished.
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Sarah looked around the surprisingly sparse training room. It was decidedly odd to see it without all equipment, seating and weapons that had been stored away earlier.
She stood by the door, Bishop at her side and frowned in concern at Jareth. He stood in the centre of the room, with his eyes closed and his arms tightly wrapped about himself.
Jareth had explained that he would be conducting a test of the guardian's enhanced senses. While it was something that happened fairly regularly at the Labyrinth’s insistence, from his terse explanation and his current behaviour, Sarah did not think he was pleased about the edict.
It seemed that the other specialist sensory enhancements that Sarah had categorised as first aid and trauma, did not rate a test as their use was triggered fairly regularly during sparring and weapons training. Considering that all of the guardians had the ability to heal others and there were always several members of the home team around the castle at any point in time, she suspected the ability was a safety hold over that existed before Jareth’s reign and the closer relationship he shared with the guardians negated it being essential.
As Jareth had explained earlier, he would trigger the call and he needed Sarah to witness it so she would know what to expect once the Labyrinth had selected her own personal safety team, but he had brought Bishop in to ensure that Sarah’s magic didn’t react.
Sarah’s mouth opened in shock when she heard Jareth call for help. His voice was quiet, but pitched higher than she’d ever heard it and his cry of anguish ripped her heart in two. Before she could ask anything of Bishop, she felt a fear grip her that slowly increased to the point of immobility and then Rook appeared in the room.
When Sarah looked at Rook her brain was telling her two different stories. One was that she was seeing a woman in black armed with a sword and large knife, the other was that she was looking at a void that sucked in all surrounding light. Rook scanned the room for threats and Sarah stumbled back under the weight of a dark and terrible gaze as she was assessed and dismissed as a threat. She had enough time to gasp in relief before the sensation of oppression doubled and drove her to her knees.
“Breathe,” Bishop husked in her ear.
Sarah sucked in air and saw a second figure had appeared in the room. She ground her teeth as the newcomer subjected her to the same examination and then light returned to her world.
Bishop helped her to her feet and she saw that Rook and a man with dark hair and a beard were wrapped around Jareth, their faces buried in his neck. Jareth, for his part, held them in a death grip. Sarah could see the marks around his eyes were pale with distress, but before she could say anything, they’d vanished.