One last Wish

He was in pure agony.

Cianan's fingernails felt like daggers piercing into the flesh of his shoulder as he gripped it tightly. His other hand was wrapped tightly around his throat pinning him to the floor.

"Now boy, did you have to let her go. I do know how to share, after all."

At his words a fire of rage coursed through Jareth's veins. *How dare he speak of Sarah like she is a whore.*

"I won't let you harm her, Cianan! I would die first!"

He threw his head back in a roaring laugh, "That can very well arranged, if you make me angry enough. I don't know, perhaps I should've let the girl watch as I ripped you apart starting with that right arm of yours."

"You can't have her! Just take the damn thing and leave us be."

"I don't like taking back gifts, Jareth. Especially since this certain gift marks when we first met. You do remember our first meeting, don't you?"

Jareth looked at him, a mixture of confusion and anger on his face.

Cianan continued, not paying attention to the emotions playing across his face. "Probably not, after all you were rather young. Practically a baby. Such a pathetic being, but she made the wish, so I had to comply."

Jareth paled, "Wish, what do you mean?"

"You, my dear boy were born normal enough, except you were dragged off by a wolf when you were just a toddler. Your mother upon finding you, noticed that your right arm had been bitten off. In her grief, she had made a wish that those events had never happened. You as well as I, know that in all its infinite glory, fae magic cannot erase events that had happened from time itself."

Jareth could not believe what Cianan was saying, it couldn't be possible. It can't be possible.

Cianan continued his tale, digging his sharp nails harder into Jareth's shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain.

"So, I being the dubslaine, made a trade with her. A limb for a limb. You know what she did boy?"

Jareth's shoulder crunched under the force of his grip and dots of blood started to well up around his fingers.

"She paid the ultimate price for you." he leaned to whisper in his ear, "I gave you a new arm and I..."

He twisted his hand making the shoulder pop out of place, "I took her head as payment for that arm. Her blood had tasted so sweet..."

The flesh tore apart like pliable plastic as his fingers enclosed the joint and in a great tug, he ripped off the very right arm that he had gifted to him. "For a mortal."

"Aghhh!" Jareth's screams filed the air and the pain tore through him like fire.

The worse pain was at the realization that he wasn't completely fae.

He was mortal-born and worse yet...

Cianan had known the whole time.