Prologue

"You have no power over me!" Jareth sighed and allowed the crystal ball to roll off his fingertips and fall to the floor with a crash of breaking glass. The memory was still painful to him. Jareth had thought that sleeping his way through the fae court would have rid his mind of the Labyrinth champion, but yet again she had proved him wrong. Jareth lounged across his throne, one leg slung across the arm in his trademark position. He was in a foul mood, something that had become a regular occurrence in the Labyrinth. He was still a fair ruler and upheld the laws of the Labyrinth, but his heart was no longer in it. After all his heart had been stolen by a fiery young girl who ate the peach and forgot everything.

True to Sarah's word, Jareth did indeed no longer 'have any powers over her' and so couldn't spy on the young woman through his conjured crystals nor could he see or manipulate her dreams. So Jareth resigned himself to perch outside her window in owl form and torture himself with the memories, enclosed inside a crystal, of her run, especially that of the dance they shared inside his crystal ballroom.

The King of the Goblin's thoughts was interrupted by that of a nasal tone of a young boy.

"You know what Amy, I wish the goblins would come and take you away, Right Now!" Jareth let out an exasperated sigh, he couldn't be bothered with this.

"Darcy" He called his younger sister Darcy who had been living in his castle for two years, under the instruction of their father Oberon, though Jareth didn't know the reason why, (but he did suspect that it had something to do her recent friendship with their father's servant boy, Puck).

Darcy materialised in front of Jareth, a patronising smile on her face.

"Yes, dear darling brother?" Jareth sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, this was another thing he couldn't be bothered with.

"Go deal with our new member of the court" Darcy placed her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry I wasn't aware that dealing with the brats that run the Labyrinth was a part of my job description."

"Well if you're staying here you might as well make yourself useful before you do your compulsory university course."

At the present, Darcy stood for a moment trying to stare Jareth down before sighing,

"Fine I'll go, but one day you'll have to tear yourself away from you're visions of your precious Sarah. Don't think I haven't noticed, you haven't officially been to court in years and gods know how long it's been since you've gone to a ball with an escort. Honestly, you're making the Fairy King look fierce with all you're moping." Darcy turned her back to Jareth, a sly smile forming on her face as a plan began to form in her mind,

" I do think," She thought "It may be time to take my four years soon after all." She disappeared to the brat who had wished his friend away.

*A word on the trip Aboveground all noble fae took. It is customary for those of noble birth to travel Aboveground to develop skills to deal with mortals. Most spent this time at various universities around the globe, with the best funds of course in a personal bank account. These four years had to be taken before they became of age and ascended to whatever place of power they were positioned, in Darcy's case as ruler over the Nymphs and Creatures of the Moon. Jareth himself went to Oxford university in England and took a degree in Politics a year before taking his position as King of the Goblins and the Creatures of the Mud, in addition to his current title he was also to take up the throne of the Underground when his father abdicated or died in battle or exile.