Jareth

Keen eyes watch you from the large oak tree that sits just outside your bedroom window. A strange white barn owl tilting its head slightly. You huffed softly, frustrated from the most recent argument you had with your parents. A storm begins to roll in and thunder echoes off in the distance. A blustering wind roars. Your windows burst open, the room filling with a glimmering mist. Before you stands a tall man with a slender build. Intense eyes that didn’t match scanned over you.