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Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is my second story on fanfic and so you may notice a few similarities if you read the love of the underground. I kept a few things the same, so a lot of the explanations I just transferred over. But the plot is completely different and so are the characters. I will say this story doesn't get as in depth as my first story, but I hope it's still good. Oh, and this story is finished. That's right. This story is done. But if you want all the chapters I'm going to need reviews. I know, I'm a terrible blackmailer. But good reviews get more chapters. So enjoy.
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"Stop frowning Amelia, people will get the wrong impression." Lady Castiline whispered to the petite blond closest to her.
The girls were in a small group, only five total, and stood chatting quietly, wearing their very finest for the occasion.
"I just don't see why he has to do this now. I hate seeing him leave every gathering with some..some tartish woman."
"Tartish?" Lady Marie questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I think you're parroting your mother again, darling."
Amelia raised an eyebrow at her, "You know what I mean. Did he really have to do this tonight?"
Lady Letta, nodded sympathetically, "Amelia, I know you and Prince Jareth are close, but don't you think his love life is none of your business?"
"When it's on my birthday it is." She stated matter of fact as she snapped a fan open then abruptly closed it again. She loved her uncle dearly, but it hurt her to see him acting so shallowly.
"At least he's fairly discreet." Her friend commented. Amelia nodded, thank for that. Usually he was private. So much so that Amelia rarely even saw him show any amount of attention to any one woman. But sometimes…
"You know, he never used to be like this." She noted sadly.
Each girl nodded understandingly. Amelia didn't elaborate, for everyone knew the story.
After the Prince of the High Realm was defeated by the mortal, he lost a certain part of himself. Some thought it was his pride while others were convinced the young woman had stolen his heart. But for whatever reason, their most beloved prince had changed that day, and his most doted upon niece took it harder than anyone.
"He was in love once. He was happy once."
Her eyes narrowed as she saw her uncle lean in a whisper something to the voluptuous blond that had been residing in his crowd most of the night. She smiled him, the look in her eyes clear to any that saw it.
Too much makeup and too little personality, she thought icily. She had a mental image of the person she wanted as her aunt, and this woman was far from that image.
Sighing she started to turn back to her friends when another couple caught her eye. Across the room, off a little distance from the main crowd, were her parents. Her father moved his hand emphatically deep in story as her mother covered a laugh behind one hand. Unwavering love shone in their eyes as he took his wife in his arms and whispered softly in her ear before laying a delicate kiss on her lips.
Amelia smiled lightly. In her eyes her parents would always be the paragon of what true love would outwardly look like.
Never perfect, but never ending. Their vows to each other were simple, yet strong.
Love until the world ends.
Turning back to her friends Amelia raised her glass of champagne, the only alcohol she was allowed, and only on special occasions.
"Well, it is my birthday, so let's put to rest distressing thoughts and celebrate this most momentous day." Her friends chuckled and raised their own glasses in a toast.
Taking a long drink from her flute she let her eyes wander over to her uncle once more.
"I wish my uncle Jareth would fall in love again." She whispered softly to herself before turning her mind back to her guests and party.
"I can't believe the little princess is turning 16 already. It seems like just yesterday when your sister was announcing her arrival. I think the whole kingdom came out to rejoice that day."
Jareth nodded respectfully at the elder couple that had stopped to talk with him.
"She has definitely grown into quite a beautiful young lady." Jareth replied.
"Jareth, there you are! I've been looking for you for the good part of an hour already."
Jareth turned and let out a rare genuine smile, taking the outstretched hand of his most trusted friend.
"Blaine, how good to see you. I apologize Counselor, but if you'll excuse me."
The elder man nodded respectfully to both men, "Of course, I think it's time we made our way over to Princess Amelia to wish her a happy birthday."
A few other acquaintances stood nearby chatting as Jareth turned, "Catherine, would you mind terribly going and fetching us some punch?"
She nodded slightly as she bit her lip and lowered her eyes at him seductively, "Whatever you want." She whispered suggestively.
Jareth smiled at her. She would do for the night.
As she departed Blaine and Jareth stepped away from the crowd, and Blaine turned his attention back to his long time friend, "It's good to be back. Time away always makes me appreciate this place."
Jareth nodded looking around, "I still prefer my own Kingdom but it's nice to come home for visits. Did you enjoy your time away?"
Both men kept light smiles on their faces. If anyone were to look over they'd see only two friends catching up.
"I did. It was great to see the countryside and relax."
Jareth nodded his understanding, "I'm glad you were able to make it back for Amelia's party. She was hoping you would."
"Speaking of our little sweetness, she's been glaring daggers in your direction again."
Jareth laughed, "Yes, I know. Her and her mother are one in the same when it comes to an opinion of my female company."
"She only wants what's best for her favorite relative."
He snorted, "She's still a child. She doesn't know what's best for herself, let alone me."
Blaine inclined his head and respectfully changed the subject, "So what did the all wonderful uncle get his most cherished niece?"
Jareth grinned slyly before tapping a small black jeweled bag tied to his waist.
Confusedly he asked, "What is it?"
"It's a wish crystal. I spent a long time making it for her."
Blaine's eyebrows rose, "Difficult to make. And a little risky don't you think? Especially for a 16 year old."
"I'm not that naïve. I've put restrictions on it. She can't change anything major. It will just give her something that she really wants. She just simply has to say "I wish" He waved his hand, "and there it will be."
Sarah yawned and sank down onto her worn out, but in her mind, most comfortable couch ever.
Today had been hard. She'd had seven houses on her list to visit that day. And at each one she'd wanted to yank the children out of there so quick it would make those sorry excuse for a couple they call parents heads spin. Being a social worker was gratifying but hard on the soul. After work she'd met up with the girls, as was their Friday routine, and was a little worse for wear. Especially this Friday since she was taking leave for a couple months and the girls had taken her out to bid Sarah farewell for her vacation.
Turning her head slightly to the left she glanced into her bedroom and thought about a nice hot shower that could be in her near future.
Giving a soft groan she decided against it before tumbling over onto her side. She breathed in the delicate scent of laundry soap and dryer sheets leftover from where she'd folded her clothes earlier.
"Well," she said aloud, rolling her eyes up to look at her gold fish, "I better eat." She groaned and sat up, "No sense in waking up with a hangover if I can avoid it." Steadying herself, she walked slowly to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge she did a quick scan before pulling out a Tupperware bowl. Sarah pulled the lid off and threw the left over chili from the night before into the microwave. As it slowly turned on the rotating glass plate she grabbed a knife from the block on the counter and the Velveeta from the fridge. The microwave beeped and Sarah took out the bowl and dumped a few chunks of the cheese into steaming chili and stirred it up. She stood at the counter and ate as much as she could before setting it aside. A large glass of milk later and her stomach was feeling much better. She was almost asleep on her feet so she didn't bother cleaning up, promising herself she'd do it in the morning.
Letting out a big yawn, she stretched, and headed for bed. She had just made off the linoleum and into the hall, proud that she hadn't stumbled once, when suddenly the floor tilted and she was thrown backwards. With a loud yelp, she braced herself for impact.
When her back did make contact with the ground, it was hard earth that caught her, instead of the soft carpet.
Breath temporarily knocked out of her and feeling slightly bruised, Sarah lay there for a second trying to get her head to stop spinning. Frigid air drafted across her bare skin as she lay there staring up into an unfamiliar sky dotted with millions of stars. Within a few seconds cold wetness started to seep into her clothing.
Come on. I didn't have that much to drink.
Clutching her head, she sat up, and came face to face with a deadly looking sword blade.
"What the hell!" she yelped as she pushed herself back.
"Name yourself!"
Sarah looked up and into the eyes of a tall man with dark skin and short cropped hair.
"What?! I just…"
"Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
"My purpose…"
The man moved the blade a little closer causing Sarah to stammer.
"Sarah! Sarah Williams. My name is Sarah Williams. And I don't even know where here is. I was just in my apartment." She practically yelled as she looked around at the snow laden ground.
The man hesitated a moment before lowering his sword. After a second of intense scrutiny he reached out a hand to help her up.
She took it tentatively, pulling her hand away the minute she was steady.
"Sarah William?" He repeated thoughtfully as he looked her over.
"I think you should come with me." And indicated for her to walk with him.
Sarah turned the direction he indicated, looked up and felt her jaw drop. A massive wall made of black stone rose high in front of her. It stretched on in each direction as far as she could see.
A memory flashed suddenly through her mind.
This wall goes on forever….
The details fell into place and Sarah took a few unconscious steps backwards as she began to shake her head.
"Oh dear Lord, tell me, please tell me I'm not…I'm not in the Labyrinth?"
The guard simply stared at her and she lowered her head into her hands moaning slightly to herself.
"This cannot be happening. I didn't wish anybody away this time. Why? Why am I here?"
"So it is you."
Sarah jerked her head up.
"You are the mortal that defeated Prince Jareth's Labyrinth." He stated without question.
"Prince Jareth?" She parroted, "I thought he was a King?"
The guard stayed silent for a moment before replying cautiously, as if he didn't really want to give her any information.
"Prince Jareth is King of the Goblin City and Prince of Balasmasna, the High Realm of the Underground."
She knew she was staring at him like she'd lost her mind, but really she didn't know what else to say.
"You are not at the Labyrinth. You are at Balasmasna. High City of the Underground. Now, you will come with me." He commanded, "I believe Prince Jareth should know of your arrival."
Panic flooded her and she briefly contemplated running, but decided that as much as she didn't want to come face to face with the Goblin King again, she definitely didn't want to stay in the Underground any longer than she had to. And she was starting to get pretty cold.
Sighing she nodded and allowed him to guide her to the wall's entrance.
This was going to be some reunion.
Sarah tugged faintly at her halter. She hadn't changed yet after coming home from the club, and the small bit of snow on the ground had thoroughly soaked her backside. After they passed through the main doors of the castle, her guard had taken the lead, keeping a brisk pace as she followed dumbfounded behind him. She knew she was staring at all the exquisite décor, but it was just so beautiful. High painted ceilings and intricate carvings in the base of the castle pillars captured her attention as she tried to take in as much as she could without slowing their pace.
They had stopped for a moment while her guard spoke in hushed tones to what Sarah assumed was another guard, and she took the opportunity to drink in all the wondrous beauty that surrounded her. She may not have been happy to be back in the Underground, but it was easy to appreciate the beauty. And once Jareth sent her home she'd never get to see these sights again. Only a few short sentences later and they were off once more. After the first few dozen hallways Sarah knew she was hopelessly lost.
"Please, Miss, this way." Her guard urged. He was uncomfortable with the way the other guards were looking at his charge and was anxious to reach their destination so Prince Jareth could take the mortal woman off his hands. Her clothing was foreign and more than a little scandalous in his mind. But he was not so uneducated that he didn't know that the women of the Aboveground dressed and acted very differently from the ladies of the Underground. Stealing a look at the mortal he smiled at her appreciating appraisal of the castle. Balasmasna was massive in size and lacked nothing to see to its grandeur and luxury.
Stopping in front of a set of ruby red double doors the guard breathed a sigh of relief.
"Here we are, Miss. This is the entrance to the Library."
He opened them and ushered her inside. For the hundredth time in less than fifteen minutes, Sarah found herself staring in open delight. The Library was bigger than any one she'd ever been inside. Walls upon walls were lined with books, tables were scattered with maps, paper and ink, and a huge fireplace was surrounded with large plush looking couches and chairs. It seemed the library was made up of multiple large areas separated by the factions of bookcases. The guard led her to a side door that opened into a smaller room. It was a cozy little niche, with a small loveseat, and a couple ottomans in front of a stone fireplace.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. Prince Jareth is attending a ball at the moment, so it may take him a while to arrive."
Sarah swallowed hard and nodded. The guard hesitated briefly then took off his cloak and handed it to her. "In case you get cold."
Surprised she smiled at him thankfully and pulled it around her as the doors closed behind him. Tentatively she walked over and sank onto one of the soft leather ottomans. She sat there only moments before her nerves overtook her and she was pacing in front of the crackling fire.
Thoughts ran erratically through her mind as she stared distantly into the burning embers.
Why was she here
How did she get here
What was she going to say to him
The questions kept coming but she had no answers for them.
There was only person who could give her answers.
Jareth clenched and unclenched his jaw as one of his guards spoke hurriedly in his ear. Katherine stared at him questioningly as did Blaine. With a short nod Jareth dismissed the man and turned back to his company.
"I'm afraid I must beg your leave my dear," He said courteously as his eyes strayed to the doorway, "there is an issue that has arose and Blaine and I must go and address it."
Katherine stuck her lip out pettily as she pouted, "But Jareth, I'm leaving in the morning. I thought we'd get to spend a little time alone tonight."
The muscle in his jaw ticked slightly as her sugary sweet whining grated on his nerves. But she was a prime piece and not one he intended to waste.
"And we shall. I'll send for you when I'm ready." He ignored her continued protests and motioned for Blaine to follow him.
After they had exited the ballroom he turned to Jareth.
"You really think she's going to come to your bed after that rude display?"
"Yes." He stated bluntly. But he really didn't care. If it wasn't her, then it would just be another.
"So what's so urgent that you had to be dragged away from Amelia's party?" Blaine questioned absently.
"Sarah has apparently returned."
Blaine's gaze snapped to him as he stopped walking, "You're kidding; right?"
Jareth stopped and turned to him with raised eyebrows, "Would I joke about something like this?"
"Well, what's she doing here?"
He shrugged, "Apparently one of the guards found her outside on the ground in front of the main gate. He's keeping watch over her in the Library."
"Well," Blaine smirked, "This is going to be some reunion."
Regretting inviting him along Jareth growled at his humor, "You don't need to come. Go back to the party."
"Nice try. No way in hell am I missing this. Besides, you need a chaperone."
His laugh echoed down the hall as Jareth glared at him.
She had her back to him.
He swallowed thickly as his chest tightened at the mere sight of her. She still had that beautiful long ebony hair. Secretly he was glad she hadn't changed it from when she was younger. It fell in loose waves down her back. Beyond that, he couldn't compare much more of the girl he once knew to this woman. She was wearing a guard's cloak that covered her from shoulder to toe, plus she still had her back to him.
She knew he was there.
Jerome had greeted him respectfully when he'd walked into the library, but for a slight stiffening of her back, she'd yet to even acknowledge his presence. He kept his eyes on her, examining every inch of her intently as Jerome explained how he had found her. After his brief explanation Jareth nodded once.
"Thank you for your discretion." He whispered quietly, "Please, stand guard outside. I don't want anyone coming in here until we've assessed the situation."
"Yes, your highness." He bowed then crossed the room.
Blaine half laid lounging on the loveseat. Even after Jerome had closed the door securely behind him, she still didn't turn.
Looking over Jareth caught Blaine's gaze and the other man shrugged.
Rolling his eyes he spoke, "Not even going to greet an old friend, Sarah?"
A moment passed before she finally turned and faced him. He was surprised to see calmness in her green eyes. Sarah Williams had grown up considerably. The cloak parted in the front as she crossed her arms and he let his eyes travel down her lithe form. The top she wore was exposing more skin than it was concealing. Her pants rode low on her narrow hips molding to her toned legs. Black spiked boots added another inch to her probably 5'10 height. Yes, Sarah Williams had most definitely grown up. Desire flared within him quick and sudden. Jareth frowned trying to not feel too disgusted with himself. While he may hate this woman, he was still a man.
No, hate was too strong of a word. But he did hold a strong distain for her. And it was growing by the second.
Jareth clenched his jaw together tightly. Maturity had done her well. Her skin was flawless, full pink lips, slender neck, and deep emerald eyes. She could have rivaled any beauty in the Underground. He was a little stunned to see she wasn't scared, simply annoyed at his tone.
"I am nervous." She stated bluntly, "And to be honest still a little drunk. I was just taking a moment to think about what to say."
Jareth smirked at her, hiding his surprise at her honesty, "Why not tell me why you felt the need to wish yourself back here. Did you miss me so?"
Heat flushed her cheeks as she stammered, "I did not wish myself back here. I was at home about to go to bed when I ended up," she gestured around her, "here."
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I thought maybe you would know why I was here."
Jareth laughed humorlessly, "Why would I know how you got here. It's not like I wished you here."
Sarah crossed her arms and turned her back on him, facing the fire again. Swallowing deeply she pushed the hurt out of her eyes. For a moment she had thought that maybe…
"As much as I love a good entertaining argument, I don't think we have the time to be bickering here." Blaine interrupted.
Jareth and Sarah both looked slightly startled to hear from him and he couldn't quite suppress a smile, "Yes, well, with all the sexual tension clouding up the room I bet it was hard to see me."
"Blaine…"
"There is not…"
They both glared at him which only further to deepen his amusement. He pushed himself up off the couch and walked over to Sarah.
"I'm Blaine, Miss Williams. A friend of Jareth's here in the Underground."
Sarah took his hand respectfully, "Nice to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances."
"I very much agree. Now, not that this isn't interesting," He stated, "but this a major issue. I mean, I understand that you've been here before, Sarah, but you coming here now is out of Jareth's domain. You are going to be subject to the King's rule when he finds out there is a mortal in this Realm."
Jareth cringed mentally. Blaine was always in high spirits. But he did have a tendency to be pointedly blunt.
Sarah paled considerably. She'd thought she'd just have Jareth to deal with when she'd realized where she was, but she didn't know she was going to have to go before another King.
Apprehension dissipating quickly she turned back to Jareth, "What do I do?" she asked in panic.
He fought the immediate urge to go and comfort her; to soothe her fears. Her apparent fear of his father must have outweighed her annoyance for him.
Jareth sighed, "Let's think this out." He walked over and sat down, then indicated for Sarah to do the same. She nodded and took a seat across from his own.
"Okay." Blaine said evenly, "Here is what we know. The only way for a mortal to cross into the Underground is for them to be wished here. So. Sarah, did you wish yourself back here? And please, it will be easier on all of us if there is no lying."
"No." she said, shaking her head. "I told you. I was in my apartment about to go to bed when the floor just dropped out from under me. When I sat up," She lifted her hands indicating, "I was outside this castle."
"All right." He said, "And we know that Jareth didn't bring you back here. Did you?"
"Not a chance I would bring her here." He said coolly. Blaine gave him a look and Jareth sighed loudly. "I couldn't bring you back here if I wanted to." He admitted, "The rules don't work that way. I grant the wishes made by others. I can't grant my own."
Blaine rolled his eyes and turned his hands palms up.
"Well," Sarah said, folding her arms around herself, and ignoring his jibe, "If I didn't wish myself here, and you couldn't bring me here, could someone else have wished me back?"
Jareth shook his head, "No. That's impossible. Only persons directly involved with another mortal could have made such a summon. In order for that to happen someone…would…have…to." His hand went immediately to his side. He fumbled for a second then pulled a black jeweled bag off his belt. Ripping it open he held his hand out and emptied the contents of the bag. Silver glitter fell softy into his palm. Closing his fist around the sparkling shimmer he cursed softly.
"Jareth?" Blaine questioned sitting forward.
He turned and showed the other man his findings.
Blaine's eyebrows rose in denial, "I thought you put restrictions on that damn thing."
Jareth glared at him, "I did put restrictions on it! But how the hell was I supposed to know she'd wish for something like this."
"I knew that gift was a bad idea. Giving a teenager the power to grant a wish. What were you thinking, Jareth?"
"I was thinking it would be a nice, safe gift."
"Wait a minute. She didn't even have the thing in her hand. How did she make the wish?"
Jareth shook his head in frustration, "She obviously felt strong enough about this wish that it activated the crystal without her actually having it in her possession."
"I can't believe this is happening."
"There was no way to know that this would happen." Jareth growled indicating to Sarah.
Affronted Sarah snapped, "Does someone want to fill me in on what's happening?"
Jareth shook his hand, dusting the glitter from his palm. He opened his mouth to start and hesitated. This wasn't going to be easy.
"The ball I just came from was in honor of my niece's 16th birthday. As a gift I made her a wish crystal that would grant her one wish. And I did put restrictions and limitations on it," he growled looking at Blaine, "but I most certainly never thought this could happen."
Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment then hope lit her eyes, "So then she just needs to wish me back; right?"
Blaine raised his eyes to the ceiling as he drummed his fingers against this thighs.
"I think that we should first get Amelia in here and figure out exactly what she wished for. Then we can make a proper assessment."
"Fine." Sarah agreed hurriedly. "Go get her then."
"Sarah," he warned, "Amelia is only 16, and she didn't even know about the crystal. I don't want you blaming her for this."
Surprised at the emotion behind his warning she almost smiled. It was odd for her to think about Jareth as an Uncle. Someone with a family and a life beyond stealing children. "I know that, Jareth, I wasn't going to blame her for anything."
He swallowed dryly at the ease in which she said his name, as he nodded thankfully to her.
"In fact from what your friend has said, it is you I should be blaming." She couldn't help but adding.
His face hardened immediately as he turned away from her and Blaine's laughter. Sticking his head out the door he spoke a few words to Jerome before closing it once again behind him. He probably should have gone and fetched Amelia himself, but he didn't want to let Sarah out of his sight.
The next few moments stretched on as the small group waited for Amelia's arrival.
"Whew. I can't remember the last time I had such a lively dance partner."
Joshua laughed as he led Amelia off the dance floor.
"Your majesty, I must say you did very well keeping up."
Amelia made a face and smacked him lightly on the arm, "Joshua, I told you to call me by my first name. 'Your Majesty' makes me sound like my mother."
He laughed again and reluctantly let go of her hand as she withdrew her arm, "And when we are in a more informal setting I shall do whatever pleases you, Your Majesty."
His words made the both of them flush as he stammered on.
"But I would not have a noble thinking that I was disrespecting you by using your given name in public."
Amelia absently played with the soft folds of her dress. Joshua was one of her very best friends, and truth be told, her secret love. But there were certain issue that kept her from revealing her feelings. And a major one was walking towards them. Renard, head of Balasmasna's Army, devoted friend to her uncle Jareth, and Joshua's father.
"Princess Amelia. You look beautiful tonight, Your Highness. I hope you are enjoying your ball."
For all his years and age, Renard was still a handsome man. Daily training kept his body lean and fit, while just a few streaks of grey was washed through his black hair. His blue eyes were normally harsh and demanding, as his station required, but as usual they softened just a bit for her as he bowed low.
Amelia smiled and dropped into a curtsey, "Thank you, Lord Renard. I am. In fact, I just finished a most enjoyable dance with your son."
Renard turned his attention next to his son and smiled, "Keeping our princess from her guests are we, Joshua? Perhaps I should have found a job for you tonight."
"Oh no," Amelia protested, "I very nearly had to pull him out onto the dance floor. He tried to tell me he didn't know how to dance, but I knew better. It was I who insisted on the dance, your Lordship."
Renard smiled and held his hands up, "I was only jesting, Your Highness. I am glad that you and Joshua have remained close friends." The meaning was not lost on either of them.
"But I am here to take you away for just a moment."
Her eyes narrowed in confusion, "Away from my own ball? Whatever for?"
"Your uncle Jareth asked me to come and fetch you to the library."
Amelia's eyes lit up, "He must want to give me my gift."
Renard had to restrain himself from warning the poor child. Why couldn't Jerome have summoned someone else to bring her to Jareth? Being granted the night off to enjoy the young princess's ball, he had allowed his superior officers to take control of guarding the event. He'd been socializing with a few other lords from a neighboring kingdom enjoying a rare snuff of whiskey when Jerome had pulled him aside.
So here he was, about to disappoint the sweet child by going along with her assumption that Jareth was about to give her a wondrous present just so no one would be suspicious of her absence.
"Could Joshua come with me?"
Her question caught him off guard and she flushed slightly, "I mean, he and I were making small wagers earlier about what uncle Jareth got me, and I thought it would be fun if he was there to pay me the 20 gold coins in person."
Joshua laughed and shook his head, "I better come, otherwise you'll only wheedle Jar…um…Prince Jareth into changing your gift into a gold bracelet just so you can win our bet."
Amelia rolled her eyes, "Oh please," She jerked her thumb at him, "your son seems to think Jareth is going to give me a horse." She smiled slyly, "But what he doesn't know is that my daddy already gave me that present early."
Joshua gapped at her, "That's not fair, you cheated."
Amelia laughed and shook her head, "You never said I had to tell you what I already got."
Getting more than slightly anxious Renard cleared his throat, "I don't see why your uncle would mind if Joshua came along." He forced a smile and indicated for the two teenagers to follow him. At least it was Joshua, he thought optimistically. He knew that his son could keep important matters quiet if so instructed.
It took a little longer than Renard wanted to leave the ball. Every few feet someone was stopping them to wish Amelia a happy birthday. He thought Jareth's plan for discretion was going to fail when the King himself stopped their small party.
"And where is my favorite granddaughter headed off to?"
Amelia smiled brightly as Renard and Joshua both dropped into a low bow, "Grandfather, I am your only granddaughter."
"That doesn't negate the fact that you are my favorite." The King laughed jovially, "But that doesn't answer my question." His mood turned slightly serious. "It is rude to leave your own ball, my dear."
Amelia nodded, "I understand grandfather, but uncle Jareth wanted me to come to the library for a short moment so he could give me my gift."
The King stroked his long beard and chuckled, "Oh dear, Jareth needs you away from guests to give you his gift. I think perhaps I should tag along and make sure your mother is going to approve."
Renard felt his stomach jump to his throat. If the King insisted on coming along, there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
With a face that could bring the strongest warrior to his knees, or melt a grandfather's heart, Amelia smiled sweetly, "Oh grandfather, I'll only be a moment. Besides I do believe you are being hailed." She pointed discreetly in a different direction.
Shaking his head the King smiled back at her, "You may have your mother's beauty, but you most certainly have your father's strategic mind. You just don't want me coming in case it is something your mother will disapprove of."
Amelia batted her eyelashes innocently bringing another laugh from the still strong and feared king, "Ah well, at least if she asks, I won't have to lie when I say I knew not of what it was."
She smiled brilliantly and curtsied low, "Thank you, grandfather."
"Do not be long, Amelia. You do still have obligations to your guests."
With a pat on the head the King dismissed them and the small group quickly left the crowded ballroom.
The door slammed shut behind them muffling the music and laughter coming from inside. Renard led them down the hall, keeping quiet as the young ones talked back and forth over who would win their bet.
Joshua studied her discreetly out of the corner of his eye. She was beautiful. And not just on the outside, even though that was more than apparent. White blond hair, usually kept in a neat braid, fell to her waist. Tonight though she had the whole of it pulled up and twisted into a stunning updo. Her crown sat delicately on top of her head. Deep crystalline blue eyes could be soft or piercing depending on her mood. Her heart shaped face, and full pink lips could have made an angel stop and stare. She was average of height, a mix between her mother's short stature and her father's tall lineage. She had a slender body with just a hint of blossoming curves. But it was her personality that made Joshua love her as he did. She was a princess, and the first and only grandchild, so by all rights could have anything in the world that she wanted, and she normally did. But never did she put other people down, and she was the first to help someone in need. Her heart was as beautiful as her face, and it physically hurt Joshua to know that no man in the history of the world could love her more than he did, but she would never be his.
As the library door came into sight Renard breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Jerome." Renard nodded his head in approval as the other man stood at attention.
"Hello Jerome." Amelia said brightly.
He bowed respectfully, "Your majesty." Anxiously Jerome indicated to the doors, "Your uncle is waiting for you."
"Wonderful." She replied and slipped through the door that Joshua held open for her.
"Joshua," Renard gestured his son back, "I'd like a word."
"Of course, father." He replied confused.
The door closed soundly behind Amelia and she started when she realized that no one had come in behind her. Turning back around, she reached for the handle when the door glowed black then faded. Knowing a locking spell when she saw one, Amelia turned around in confusion to face her uncle.
"Uncle Jareth?" she asked cautiously.
"Amelia, love, please come here. I'm afraid I have something to discuss with you." He said seriously.
She stood there for a moment, immediately noticing her uncle's frown. Even Blaine looked serious, "What did I do?" She asked looking at the strange female in the room with them.
"We aren't exactly sure yet. That's what we wanted to speak with you about. Please come, sit sweetness." Jareth added trying to ease her concern.
Amelia walked over and stood before the adults but her attention was fully on Sarah.
"Hello, I'm Sarah." She said smiling gently and held her hand out to the young woman. Amelia started at her outstretched out with mild surprise before taking it delicately. She looked at Jareth with bewilderment to which Jareth had to bite back a genuine laugh.
No one had ever shaken Amelia's hand before.
"Pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah. I'm Princess Amelia" As soon as Sarah let go of her hand Amelia dropped into the proper required curtsey.
"It's nice to meet you, Amelia. Would you come sit, please, I'd really like to go home and you are the only one who can help me." Sarah said getting straight to the point. No need in making he child suffer thinking she'd done something wrong.
"Me?" She asked.
Jareth stayed silent as she coaxed his niece over to a couch. Once they were settled he was surprised when Amelia kept her attention on Sarah.
"So who are you exactly?" Her natural curiosity kept her apprehension at bay.
Sarah looked at Jareth quizzically. She didn't know how much Amelia should know.
"Amelia, Sarah is from the Aboveground." He explained.
"Really!?" she asked, her previous concern gone. "Oh my gosh, are you THE Sarah. The one that beat the labyrinth? Are you my present then? Are you staying here? Do I get to go aboveground?"
Sarah smiled patiently, "Actually, I was already at home in the aboveground when I was brought here."
Her brow furrowed as she looked back to her uncle, "I'm confused, what has this got to do with me."
"Well, she apparently didn't wish Sarah here on purpose." Blaine commented from his seat.
Jareth rubbed his temples, "Amelia," he let out a long sigh, "for your birthday I made you a wish crystal."
"Really?"
"Yes. But unfortunately it has already been used."
She looked back and forth between Jareth and Sarah as it dawned on her, "You think I wished for Sarah to be here."
"Didn't you?" Jareth pressed.
Amelia laughed lightly, but sobered once she saw the seriousness on her uncle's face, "Of course not. I didn't even have the thing. How could I have wished her here?"
Blaine chuckled amusedly, "Yes, Jareth, how could that have happened?"
"It wasn't supposed to happen." Jareth growled. "But sometimes when a person feels very strongly about the wish then the crystal can be activated without the person holding it." He explained.
"Okay." Amelia replied, "I'm sorry but I most certainly did not wish for Sarah to come here.
"That's what we're trying to find out." Sarah interjected, "You may not have actually said the words, but it may have been something close. Amelia, can you think of anything in particular that you wished for tonight that could have brought me here?"
She tapped her brightly polished fingernail against one cheek thoughtfully.
"You would have had to have made the wish roughly an hour ago, that corresponds with the time Sarah arrived." Jareth added.
"An hour ago." She mused with returned humor, clearly pleased with their current situation. "Well, I was in the ballroom for most of the night. It is my birthday you know." She said with a sly wink to Sarah, "Perhaps before you leave you could come down and have a drink and a dance to celebrate with us."
"Amelia." Jareth warned, "This is not entertaining, this is serious. Now would you please answer the question."
"Start from now and work your way back. Maybe that could help us establish a time line." Sarah said encouragingly.
"Oh fine." She huffed. "Let's see. Right before Renard brought me here, I had a chat with grandfather about what type of gift you were going to give me. Funny enough, this was definitely not what we were thinking. Before that I was dancing with Joshua. And before that, I danced with Mica, and then Christopher, and Brennen and numerous other gentlemen I do hope you don't expect me to remember them all."
Sarah bit her lip to hide a smile as Jareth's frown deepened considerably at his niece's remark.
"There were quite a few people that came by to wish me a happy birthday. I tried to have a small conversation with each of them, but I can't remember saying anything that would have brought Sarah here." She looked up at Sarah and shrugged, "Mostly I just stood around and chatted with my friends. I'm only allowed champagne on special occasions so we made a few toasts, danced to a few songs, and told some of our favorite stories. Other than that, nothing else really sticks out in my mind."
They all sat for a few moments in silence until Blaine leaned forward, "Amelia, when you and your friends were talking, what exactly were you talking about?"
The young princess plucked at her glossed lip in thought. With a blush she shrugged and averted her eyes nervously, "Blaine, we're 16 year old ladies, what do you think we were talking about."
Blaine sat forward effectively blocking Jareth's disgruntled stare.
"Yes, but think sweetheart. This is very important. Anything you said to your friends, or to a guest maybe that asked what you'd really like for your birthday."
Blaine reached out and took Amelia's hand, his eyes serious for once, "You do realize that Sarah will be subject to your grandfather's rule if he discovers her here. Not your Uncle Jareth's."
Amelia scrunched up her eyebrows, "So? Grandfather wouldn't do anything to Sarah. It's not her fault that she's here."
"But," Blaine noted, "we don't know that for sure. Unless you can tell us what wish you used, unless we can show proof that Sarah is here because of something outside her control, your grandfather could keep her locked up or send her away. She is a mortal. It's against our laws for her to be here. He would have to follow those law no matter who she is."
Sarah didn't know if what Blaine was saying was true or just a ploy to get the young teenager to help, but she was starting to get very anxious.
Amelia looked down at her hands and thought hard. Everyone sat in anxious silence giving the young princess time.
Finally she looked up, worry prevalent in her eyes, "I'm really sorry. I can't think of any topic that I had with my friends that would lead me to wish Sarah here." Sarah's chest tightened considerably.
"Once more. Please. Can you go over what you talked about tonight? With anyone you talked with." Sarah pleaded.
Amelia nodded, "I spent most of the evening with my friends. Basically we talked about boys, which isn't actually a subject I enjoy talking about anymore after learning I won't have a say in my future husband." She said stonily.
"And there was talking about the different dresses that girls wore to the party, and which subjects each of us are having a hard time with in school or with our tutors." She bit her lip once again in thought, "And the girls and I laughed at my mother and father who were acting like they were only just married yesterday. And then…oh my High Lord no." Amelia's mouth dropped open just slightly, "It couldn't have been that." Amelia said eyes wide in disbelief.
"What?" Jareth and Sarah said simultaneously.
"Well," She started, looking suspiciously happier than moments before, "my friends and I were standing around talking when I happen to look over and spot that horribly tartish woman that I suspect was to be your entertainment for the night."
Blaine swallowed down a chuckle as Jareth leveled a glare at his niece.
Sarah shifted in her seat nervously as she sought to change the subject, "Amelia, Jareth's love life is not our concern at the moment."
"Oh but it is." Amelia pressed, "You see that's what I wished for. Of course I didn't realize that it would come true but I can't say I'm disappointed with the outcome. I can tell immediately how caring and nice you are, Sarah. And you are so beautiful. You're exactly what I pictured for my aunt."
Silence met her statement as Jareth and Sarah simply gapped at the young woman.
Swallowing a thick lump in her throat Sarah asked, "What exactly is that supposed to mean. And in detail this time." She added.
Amelia smiled and nodded, "I saw Uncle Jareth with this dreadfully awful woman and told Cassy, my friend, that I hated seeing him leave every occasion with the same type of inappropriate woman. I could tell that they didn't really make him happy. In fact I wanted him to be happy again. Like he was before you beat his Labyrinth."
Amelia kept her eyes averted from her uncle, sure that that piece of information was not supposed to be divulged.
"And then I saw my parents. Still as in love as the day they were married. And happy. They've always been so happy with each other. Even when times were hard, they always said they were still the happiest people in the world because they had each other."
"And?" Jareth growled.
Amelia shifted in her seat, looking nervous for the first time that night, "Well, I just wanted you to be happy Uncle Jareth. Like before. So I … I wished for you to fall in love again."
Seconds ticked by loudly before Jareth laughed humorlessly, "Well I guess that explains everything, doesn't it."
"It does?" Sarah asked.
"Absolutely. I obviously made an error somewhere along the line when I was making the crystal. It must have misunderstood her and brought you here in the process."
"No." Amelia argued, "Don't you see. Sarah was brought here because you two will fall in love."
Sarah opened her mouth to speak but Jareth's harsh words cut her off, "No, we won't. I'm sorry to disappoint you sweetness." He said trying very hard to keep the sarcasm from his voice "But I don't love her, have never loved her, and will never love her. Yes, I was mad when she beat my labyrinth but that was pure pride that was hurt. Beyond that, I enjoy my life and the women that I see fit to be in it. I do not need some mortal coming in and trying to tie me down."
Sarah stared at him before her slowly rising temper snapped, "Are you insane?!" She yelled causing Blaine and Amelia to flinch. "I was dragged here from my home against my will and you think I would want to be apart of this madness. Well sorry to disappoint you, Goblin King," she said throwing his sarcastic tone back at him, "But I have no intention of falling in love with a spoiled, pompous, arrogant, sore losing jerk!" She exclaimed.
"Well then," he drawled, "I guess we are in agreement." Turning on one heel he spun around calling over his shoulder, "Amelia, she's your wish so you deal with her."
"But Uncle Jareth." She pleaded.
But he was already gone; the door slamming shut behind him.
Blaine stared at the door in disbelief. He left. He left! He actually left. Was he insane? He actually left. Turning back to the women he was thankful that Amelia didn't look as pleased with herself anymore. Perhaps they could finally get around to figuring out what to do with Sarah.
"Miss Williams, I'm very sorry about Jareth's behavior. I promise that we will do whatever is in our power to help you get home."
Sarah looked at him startled, as if she'd just realized he was there, and his heart went out to her. He couldn't imagine himself being very calm if he were in her situation.
He'd always wondered what this particular woman was like, and despite the circumstances, his curious side was happy he was getting the chance to find out.
"Yes, I'll talk with my grandfather and let him know this whole thing was my fault. I'm sure he can send you home right away."
The sadness in her voice tore at both adult's hearts and Sarah shook away her unexplained feeling of abandonment.
"Amelia, this is most certainly not your fault."
The young princess nodded, eyes glued to the floor, "Maybe so, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy you were here. For a moment I thought this was the answer to Uncle Jareth's unhappiness."
Sarah suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at the child's naivety, a habit she'd broken a long time ago. Walking over she sat next to Amelia and gave her a soft smile, "I don't think Jareth is unhappy. In fact, my being here seems to be the only thing he's unhappy about."
Amelia shook her head, "You don't know him like I do. No one does. I saw him the day after you defeated the Labyrinth. He changed. And he hasn't been the same since."
Blaine stood up interrupting their conversation. Amelia may have thought she knew Jareth's true character, but that didn't mean she should be leading Sarah down that path.
"Ladies, I think our best course of action now is to alert the King."
Sarah started nervously, "I thought that was a bad thing?"
"Only if you wished yourself here. Mortals can't come and go from the Underground as they please. We have laws from long ago that state that. And if you had, you'd be dealt with accordingly. But since you were brought here against your will, that makes you a guest in our eyes and you will be treated as such."
She nodded slightly, still unsure.
"Now, Amelia, you stay here with Sarah. I'm going to go and address the King personally." He replied heading for the door, "And get Jareth back here. He helped cause this mess and he will help fix it."
Then he was gone before she had a chance to protest.
The two women sat staring at each other, exchanging brief smiles, before Sarah said the first thing that came to mind, just to break the awkward tension.
"So if a mortal does wish themselves here, what does it mean by 'dealt with accordingly'?"
Amelia smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress as she answered, "Well, it's a little complicated. I mean, a long time ago we used to be able to visit the aboveground freely, and vice versa. But too many bad things happened. Mortals were unable to deal with our magical powers and immortality. Battles raged until our leaders decided to close the portals between our worlds. After that if any mortal wished themselves here, they were stranded in the Underground as a low class citizen. We do have some mortals living here, but not many."
"That's awful. We don't know about these laws. You punish people for not knowing what would happen to them?"
Amelia looked at her strangely, "Sarah, not everyone can wish themselves here. Only someone that's been to the Underground before can do so. The few mortals we have living here came here to be near the loved ones they lost in the Labyrinth or because they could not stand the guilt of wishing them away in the first place. We have not had a new mortal wish themselves here in over 50 years. I don't think there are any currently living in the Underground come to think of it."
Sarah stared at the fire in thought, "Why only those who have been here before?"
Amelia shrugged, "The Underground is a complex place. Words here are taken very literally. Especially in wish form. We are where your children's stories come from. When a mortal is wished away it's Goblin Magic that is being called upon. Goblin Magic is what allows someone to wish another person away. Now when a child is wished away to my uncle, the person who runs the Labyrinth is given certain powers to bring them back by the Labyrinth. Labyrinth Magic is…well, it's wild; for lack of a better word. Most magic is precise. It comes with set rules and structures. It doesn't deviate or change much. But Labyrinth Magic, it only answers to the Goblin King, and even then…" She shrugged leaving Sarah to draw her own conclusions. "We think that it's that lingering power that allows a mortal who has at one point in time wished someone away, to wish themselves back."
"Wow." Sarah closed her mouth trying not to stare. "There's so much more to this place." "What was your labyrinth like?" Amelia asked. When Sarah just stared at her Amelia blushed. "I'm sorry. Is that rude to ask?"
"I…I don't know. I'm not sure what you mean." Sarah stammered. "My labyrinth? Are there more than one?"
"The runners…they connect with the Labyrinth and that is the type of Labyrinth that they face."
"You mean the Labyrinth changes?"
Amelia nodded, "You don't know this?"
Sarah shook her head.
"Oh." Amelia looked at her surprised, "Well, the way Uncle Jareth explained it to me is, someone who does not deserve their child back and is truly wicked at heart finds a dark and extremely dangerous Labyrinth. But for someone like yourself, who did not mean what she said, they find a Labyrinth full of fantasy and friends. One that can be beaten if they truly wish it so in their heart."
Sarah chuckled nervously, "You seem to know quite a bit about me."
"Yes. Everyone knows about the only mortal that beat Uncle Jareth's Labyrinth."
She stared at Amelia incredulously, "The only one?"
She nodded, "You must understand the Labyrinth though. There aren't very many American children wished away. The majority of the children that are wished away come from small countries and villages where legends are passed down from generation to generation and are still firmly believed." Amelia explained, "They are children who are sick and the parents can not cure them, or from families who are too poor to eat. They are wished away with the hopes of them finding a better life."
"I…I didn't know that." Sarah said softly, "But is living a life as a goblin really a better life?"
Amelia chuckled, "Uncle Jareth plays the villain well, does he not? No wonder you think so ill of him. Most children become one of the creatures of the underground. Elf, sprite, nymph, fairy, dwarf, and so on. Really nasty and misbehaved children though could become goblins or ground trolls. Also there are children who are very ill. So ill they will die very soon. The only form that could cure their illness is that of a goblin. Since they are the only creature in the underground immune to illness. But, no, not every child is turned into a goblin. Just" she indicated around, "one of us."
"Someone can be turned into one of you specifically?" Sarah asked.
"It's rare, but yes. There's actually a myth behind it if you're interested. I just don't want to talk your ear off. My mother says I can be quite talkative at times."
She laughed, "No. It's better than sitting here thinking about what's to come."
"Oh, Grandfather." Amelia said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "He'll understand. And like Blaine said, you're our guest now."
Sarah sighed deeply. Hopefully she wouldn't be a guest for long, "So you were saying?"
"Oh yes. It's very very very rare to have a mortal be turned into a fae. I don't think there are actually any documented cases, just rumors. So the elders say that when someone is turned into a fae it means that at one time they were a fae and died and then chose to be reincarnated, and then it's the High God's way of bringing them back to the Underground. Mortals that are turned into a fae are considered very powerful to have found their way back home from the afterlife and are given great respect."
"I see."
The young woman smiled coyly, "Maybe I should wish you to the Goblin King and see if you turn into a fae."
Sarah looked at her in horror, "You will do no such thing. What if I turn into a goblin or a troll!"
Amelia chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I was only kidding anyway. I couldn't wish you to the goblins even if I wanted to."
"Really? Why not?"
"It doesn't work that way. Only mortals can make wishes to the Goblins. That's one power that we as Fae do not have."
Sarah listened to Amelia chit chat about various unimportant things for the remainder of the time. Teenagers apparently weren't so different no matter which realm you were in. Mid sentence the door swung open and Renard stepped into the room followed by a man who looked unnervingly like a much older version of Jareth.
As the king walked towards them Sarah stood and fought the urge to fidget under his intense scrutiny.
He was tall. And looked to be in his mid 60s, with thick wavy gray hair. His eyes were an unnaturally deep blue, and the dancing firelight gave the impression that they swirled and moved.
Like tides in the ocean, Sarah thought
She found it hard to pull away from his gaze.
"Sarah Williams, I'm King Neron of Balasmasna," He addressed her in an accented baritone, "I understand that there has been an accident."
Sarah nodded pushing her shoulders back, standing straighter, "Yes, your majesty. I'm afraid there has been. And if I may be so bold, I'd really appreciate your help in fixing this situation."
"Of course." He directed her and Amelia to sit as he stood before the fireplace, "But the situation is a little complicated. May I offer you a drink?"
She normally would have declined but she was desperate for something to settle her nerves since she'd more than sobered up, "A glass of wine would be lovely."
The king indicated to Renard who went over to the wet bar and poured the two adults a glass of merlot and a sparkling water for Amelia.
"I would have liked a glass of wine too." She said stiffly.
"Young lady I believe you have had enough for the night. Now," He said taking a sip from his glass, "Blaine has brought me up to date on the details. On behalf of the royal family I must extend my sincerest apologizes, Miss Williams. I understand the inconvenience of this and I promise we will do all in our power to make the duration of your stay as comfortable as possible."
Sarah's brow furrowed, "Duration of my stay? How long until I can be sent home?"
"Perhaps," The king said thoughtfully, "We should wait for Jareth to join us. He will be able to answer that better than I."
"Is that necessary? You can't just send me home?" Sarah pushed.
Neron shook his head, "I'm sorry, my dear. I do not have that power."
Luckily it was only moments later when Blaine escorted a very disgruntled Jareth through the door.
"Jareth, my son." The king's stern eyes pierced through him, "Just in time. Miss Williams would like to go home. Perhaps you would be so kind as to explain why she cannot."
"Excuse me?" she said rising out of her seat.
"Calm down, Sarah." Jareth said irritably, "He doesn't mean ever." He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes upward, "Unfortunately we can't just send you home immediately. It doesn't work that way. Amelia wished for you here and she has to wish for you to be sent home."
Sarah turned towards the young princess, "So wish me home." All her attempts at remaining calm were starting to crumble.
Amelia's eyes dropped down to her entwined fingers.
"She needs another wish crystal to do it."
"I really thought my grandfather would be able to just send you home. I'm just so sorry."
Sarah took a deep breath and forced herself to breathe evenly, "All right. So go and get another of those crystals."
She knew it was bad when even Jareth looked uncomfortable.
"Sarah," He said slowly, "It takes two full moon cycles to make one of these crystals. For us…that's one year."
Her mouth slowly dropped open as his meaning sank in.
"But…but someone else might have one. Might have made one or might be making one so it wouldn't take as long; right?"
"Only I can make wish crystals. It's a power only the Goblin King possesses. I started making it last year on Amelia's birthday."
Looking down Sarah saw her fingers begin to turn white as she gripped the wine glass tightly in her hand.
A year.
"I've warned Jareth about being careless with his magic. You should have intensified the spell so it wouldn't have been so easy to make a general wish."
She was stuck here a whole year
"And I'm sure any one of you could have anticipated this type of thing happening."
A whole year in a strange land with a man who could barely stand her
"You should have anticipated anything when you use your magic."
What would she do? What would her family do?
"She didn't even have the damn thing in her hand when she made the wish. Otherwise I would have been able to guide her in what she said."
Oh lord, Toby's Surgery
"It was a careless gift for such a young girl. You shouldn't have made it in the first place."
"Just stop!" Sarah yelled, bringing every eye in the room to her.
Taking a deep breath she battled to fight back tears, "I understand that to all of you this is just some family squabble and it doesn't really concern you that I'm here. But I have a life back home. A life with children who depend on me and a brother who is going to wonder why I am not at his upcoming surgery when I promised promised I would be there. Now I know that nothing can be fixed by simply arguing about it, so Jareth make the damn crystal and get me home."
Unable to restrain her tears any longer, she slammed down her wine glass and quickly crossed the room. She saw the indecision on Renard's face as she pushed past him and Blaine. For a brief moment Sarah was sure he would stop her, but then she was through the door.
The halls were empty. Grateful to be alone as the tears came, she didn't even think as she turned left and began a steady pace. Sarah knew that wandering around was only going to get her lost, but grief at her situation had taken ahold and she just needed to get away.
"She's right." Amelia said sadly. "She's the one who's been drug away from her home, from her own family, and here we are acting like we're the ones that matter."
The king sighed and nodded, "You are so right, my child. Jareth, perhaps you better…"
"I know." He said, his eyes never leaving the door, "I'll go after her."