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Books:
Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Monkey and the White Bone Demon- Adapted by Zhang Xiu Shi from a novel by Wu Cheng En
Druids by Morgan Llywelyn

Labyrinth by Jim Henson

Full summary: Sarah was betrayed by her father in the Aboveground and wished herself Underground. What she didn't know was that the betrayal was orchestrated by Jareth and his elder sister Annetha. A fae, posing as a mafia godfather in London was after Sarah. The reasons were unknown until certain facts come to light. Officially a crossover with Mists of Avalon but can be read without prior knowledge of said book.

Rating: T for language and suggestive themes
Genre: Adventure and many more.
Warning: Character death. Sorry for the bad news.
Author's Note: This is the second segment in the, tentative, trilogy. Thank you all for reading. Enjoy.

Part Two: Denial

So many things pass unnoticed; the conception of a child within a race that does not recreate as quickly or as easily as some is something that should not go unheeded, but it happened.

The arrival of fall and the first frost is studiously recorded by famers and herders, however within the thick stone walls of a castle, the arrival and theft of Jack Frost is often unnoticed.

OXO

Chapter 1: A ring from the Past

"Your majesty? Please come away from there." Jareth raised his head slightly to show that he heard but otherwise did not more from his bedroom window, overlooking his domain. "Please sire, you're not at fault. Do not blame yourself-."

"Do not presume to tell me what to do!" He thundered, still not turning away. "I am still your king! It is not is a servants position to tell what I might feel." while his voice was thunder, his eyes were lightening and they flashed, causing the window to shatter. The pathetic goblin fled before his terrible and despairing king could do him physical harm.

Jareth sighed. After Sarah- disappeared- he gathered the sand on which she stood but it was impossible to tell if he honestly gathered her ashes or not. It wasn't fair…

A light knock on his door brought him out of her reverie. He looked up to see Tano, his advisor and friend. "Mi Lord, Your sister, the queen of Scats, has arrived." Annetha pushed past the servant blazing with ice.

"How could you have let this happen?" she screeched, "You take her from the castle and she gets toasted into oblivion by the blue light! What in the above were you thinking letting her out of the castle in this season?"

"I didn't let her-." Jareth bit back. "You were the one who threw her out in the first place over a silly little bet that involved me! I loved her! Does that make you happy? I loved her and you made her use that love for you own entertainment! You are sick and twisted and I'm ashamed to know you as my sister!"

"You arrogant bastard! Don't you dare place all the blame on me! That girl was impulsive and she only ever did what she wanted! She enjoyed using you!"

"Ha! You only want to believe that, you selfish witch, because you have to convince yourself that she wasn't the right human when you know damn rights that she was the perfect human for your throne!"

Annetha was stunned. She stared at Jareth for a long time, panting like a dog. She sank down onto Jareth's bed and cried into her hands. "I've killed her!"

Jareth deflated, all his rage disappearing like a puff of smoke. "No love, don't put all the blame on your self. Look at what I've done." He sat beside her, but not touching her.

"Oh don't be stupid, Jareth! You only loved her. What could you have done to prevent this? Like you said you held no power over her!"

He smiled sadly, "I had more power over Sarah then I have ever had over another human being."

Annetha looked at him, her eyes streaming. "How?"

He pulled out a slip of white material from his pocket and gave it to her to hold. It was his silk shirt, one of his favourites. Four small punctures were evenly spaced and dried blood was dripped down the front. "This was from the morning after we completed your little bet. It holds her blood. Test it if you will."

Annetha peered closely at the stain, the essence of Sarah, definitely, but there was also a faint shimmer intermixed. Something living and separate and yet…

"She was pregnant?" Annetha exclaimed and dropped the shirt on her lap. Her hands shook. "Did she know?"

Jareth nodded. "She went to see Laurrie and made him swear not to tell me. I found out through Hoggle." He pulled the shirt towards him and tossed it on the floor. "This was the reason she ran from me. She couldn't tell me apparently."

Annetha just stared at him. "Jareth! Her father! We must tell him. But how? His only daughter… Even if it was a mistake he must know. Maybe it wasn't! What if someone else found out she was in the Labyrinth?"

Jareth swore. "There's no help for it now. We have to tell him. Imagine his pain! All that he did for her, given up to save her! How Antonio Straccitella can live aboveground doing what he does and still come to our mother's court, I'll never know. That traitor!"

"Ja-Jareth? She didn't know… she believed he deceived and betrayed her."

"In a way he did betray her, but your right. She hated him for driving her brother and stepmother away. He did it for their safety only! But she d-died... not knowing of his sacrifices."

"Oh," she sobbed into her hands again.

"What of your kingdom? Who will take the throne?"

"Remember Jesse? She left once she became pregnant to be joined with her lover, but she is now able to return and I can make her my heir."

"It's not the scats Rule this time. It's human Rule."

"Don't you think I know that? But where am I going to find another human witch strong enough to adapt to the magics? Sarah was a rare thing indeed in this age! It's a shame she left in such a state as this! You lost your love and I've lost my heir but no one will suffer as much as disrupting the kingdom! The Balance is gone and the only way to restore it will be for a human witch to take the throne! Not enough half bloods are born with the blood of human, as it is let alone female witches! Gah!"

"That's the price mother made to allow the fae the ruling chair. That's the price we all made to come here." He turned thoughtfully to survey the room. "The result may have been different for those of us who remained aboveground while the majority of the People came here," he said to himself.

"You're not making any sense, Jareth! How is it different?"

"I, for one, had lost my soul mate and had to wait over fifteen hundred years for her to be reborn."

Annetha gasped. "You never said… you mean Guinevere and… Sarah… It cannot be!" She touched her hair. "They look so…"

"Their souls are the same. I felt it when she came to the Labyrinth last year."

"You never told me!"

"I didn't know how! Sarah may have cared for me but she claimed it was only as a friend, never as a lover as we were meant to be."

"I'm sorry. I never knew how much you have lost."

"What can we do? What's done is done."

OXO

Robert stood once more in front of the head of the Italian Mafia of England, Antonio Straccitella. He stepped as far back from the man as he could without seeming to cower before him. Antonio was wearing a mask of pure rage and slightly frazzled hair as he racked his hands through it once more.

"You low life, scoundrel! Slinking though the gutters like filth! How did you manage it? Where did you get the power to call on him, the king of disease?," Antonio mocked, "Tell me!"

Robert remained silent. He gave his word, signing his name in blood figuratively, not to give out even a hint of how he came by the knowledge of opening the door to the Underground. The scroll had been the seal. It kept the- creatures from following his daughter to the Labyrinth. Once she was moved from that kingdom and into the sister's kingdom, Sarah was safe. Four days before, word had reached the monsters that she had left the kingdom some time ago and returned to the Labyrinth. They planned on attacking, but Jareth- the ruler of the Labyrinth- won't allow them to enter, giving the impression that he is keeping her safe. That immediately made them send for Robert Williams, who paid off his debt sometime later by selling the house and all his and Sarah's possessions. This succeeded in installing their minds with a black suspicion. There wasn't a whole lot they could do to get the information out of him. His family was safe and that's all he really cared about. They would kill him of course, for being able to get one up on them. That would leave Sarah alone in the world, without parents. Her was mother dead and her father was soon-to-be dead.

The mobster glared at him for a few moments then nodded to his henchmen who grabbed Robert's shoulder and wheeled him outside. He went along without a struggle. To do so would have marked him as unworthy to be the father of Sarah. He only hoped that King Jareth took good care of her as he had promised.

They came to an old service door at the back of the building. The henchman took a gun from his pocket and, pointing it at Robert, motioned for him to open the door. As Robert turned to face the service door the gun went off. Robert didn't even feel when he hit the floor.

OXO

Jareth focused on the image of Sarah's father. He was in an old office building, near the back. He transported himself to Robert's side. What he saw nearly stopped his heart. Robert- Sarah's father- was lying on the ground face down. There was no sign of life coming from his body. A sound of a metal click as a gun was cocked alerted him to the other man in the hall. Jareth, moving faster then thought, sidestepped the bullet as it fired and grabbed the gun. He disabled it with practiced fingers. The man's face was white with shock and fear.

"Where is he? Where is Antonio, your master?"

The man shook his head, refusing to give such valuable information to a ghost who seemed to have appeared out of no where.

"Fine! Tell him this for me, stop the search of the girl, she's dead now. Can you tell him that, you worthless human? And tell him as well that he will get what is coming to him soon enough. My sister's turn has come." Jareth was pissed, to say the least and all of his and Annetha's anger was soon to be taken out on the man responsible of it all, Antonio Straccitella.

The man nodded his head, still refusing to speak.

"Good, now get out of my sight!" the man took off running.

Jareth looked back at the lifeless body lying in front of the door and sighed. Antonio was in the building, he could feel it, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. For the slime to get what was coming to him, he had to be in the Underground where this sort of thing was dealt with harshly. He nudged the body with his foot and it disappeared in a shower of lights and sparks. Never had he felt the impact of two seemingly worthless human lives as he did now. Never had someone from the human race meant that much to him.