"Jareth!" The name was shouted out into the dark confines of the mound. The man had awoken with a start, clutching at his stomach through the rough tunic he was clothed in. Breathing heavily, he sat up and quickly pulled the tunic off and threw it across the small room, feeling for the wound he knew must be there. But his fingers only ran across the puckered remains of an old scar.<br/><br/>Why had he been so panicked, so shocked? He wasn't in any danger here, not at the moment at least. He sat on the rough stone table that he had been laying on, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. His golden hair fell around his head, leaving only a straight line of sight to the floor between his legs. Who is Jareth? Or who am I, he wondered.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he stood. None of that would be answered by moping around. "First things first." He muttered to himself. "Where am I?"<br/><br/>He looked around the small confines. It seemed familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it... Suddenly there was a snap, like a dam breaking. It was a burial mound! How could he have forgotten, it was like the one that had been prepared for... for... for who? He stopped as he had been looking around. Why couldn't he remember this, this one thing that had been so clear for a heartbeat before.<br/><br/>He pulled on the previously discarded tunic, knowing that it wouldn't do any good to go wandering about in a pair of shoddy trousers and nothing else. He briefly wished he had a belt before something caught his eye. Under the cloth he saw a faint glowing tablet. Puzzled, he reached down to inspect it, though he couldn't quite make out what had been written on it. Shrugging, but keeping hold of the tablet, he used the glow to locate the entrance, a small tunnel that he had to stoop to enter, blocked off at the end by a wooden door.<br/><br/>The door was weak with age, which didn't make sense. 'How long was I laying there?' He thought to himself. It couldn't have been long, though he felt very well rested despite the stone table he had been on, yet there was no way he could have slept for that long. Pushing the thoughts of magic and faeries from his mind, he put his shoulder to the door and pushed. His bare feet dug into the earth as the door first resisted, then gave way and tumbled him into the outside world.<br/><br/>Standing up and dusting himself off, eyes narrowed against the sudden brightness, shrouded as it was behind the clouds, he looked around. He saw more graves that seemed to stretch on forever. As his eyes adjusted he saw that it wasn't all that bright out after all, as though even the sun didn't want to come here and did so only reluctantly. He took a few steps, hoping for another sudden epiphany like he had earlier, then had another sudden realization; He needed some shoes.