ToS: Before the Underground, Chapter I - THE MINSTREL

[Sunraiser]

(Jareth's origin)

THERE IS A MAGICAL SEAL BINDING THE SCROLL IN YOUR HANDS.... YOU CANNOT OPEN IT, THE PAPER ITSELF WILL NOT SO MUCH AS GIVE OR TEAR....THE SCROLL ITSELF SEEMS TO PULSE IN YOUR HANDS LIKE A HEARTBEAT...COULD THIS CHRONICLE OF THE PAST HAVE A LIFE OF IT'S OWN? ONE CAN ONLY WAIT AND SEE IF IT DECIDES TO REVEAL IT'S SECRETS.......

You suddenly hear a haunting melody echoing from the trees around you...hopeful yet resonating a certain loneliness...

The scroll pulses, and suddenly the wax seal melts away and the paper unrolls within your hand, revealing the ancient words scribed into the parchment...

 

[Sunraiser]

Fingers plucked softly, idly at the taut strings of the battered old lute as the young man (propped against a tree, slumped between two upturned roots) seemingly rested in an airy dream filled slumber. His shredded, over-large hat draped down over his face, and the billowing of the bent, half-bare feather with each deep, constant breath was a dead giveaway that the boy was asleep...and yet still his fingers played.