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Prologue

She was gone… A single crystal ball flew across the room and smashed against the throne room wall. The few goblins that were audience to the king's tantrum fled from the room, it was never good thing to be caught in the Goblin King's war path. King Jareth sat upon his throne, head in his hands, long fingers curling through his wild hair, eyes staring at nothing. Fire, every image of the Aboveground, fire consuming everything in its path. Mortals screaming, blackened frames of collapsing houses. He hadn't seen anything like it since Pompeii.

The most agonizing part was all the wishers calling out, for someone, for anyone to save them from the fiery hell consuming their land, it was like a fly buzzing around in his brain, constant, but it fell to deaf ears. There was, but one person he would open his labyrinth for, but she was dead. After all the years of hoping, all was for naught, his Sarah would never be his queen, and young Toby would never have the chance to prove himself rightful heir. A black pit of despair settled in The Goblin King's stomach.

A storm began to brew across the labyrinth, thunder and lightning flashed, rain began to come down in sheets. Creatures all over the Underground looked up from their tasks, this kind of weather was never good, the labyrinth always reflected the mood of its ruler, many took shelter staring up the sky with fear and waited for the storm to pass.

The king fell to the floor, shoulders shaking, a howl escaping his lips. Lighting began to strike all over the Underground; a cold north wind began to shriek across the labyrinth. Creatures in the labyrinth were the first to see the frost creeping across the tan stones, and then the ice came… It wasn't till the other kingdoms stopped getting correspondence from the Underground Kingdom they sent messengers to inquiry after the sudden loss of communication. What they found was frozen wasteland; arguments went on for days about the source of the ice storm. Some said it was a spell gone wrong; others argued an enemy of King Jareth finally bested the fae ruler. But there was another, more dark tale that was whispered in taverns and behind closed doors, that the Goblin King had done it himself, killing all his subjects and himself in a fit of madness after the rumored destruction of the Aboveground, along with his beloved champion.