Disclaimer; None are mine, except the characters I've created.
Author's Notes; I apologize for deleting Twenty One Moons, but I wasn't happy with the way the story was going, despite all of your kind reviews. I hope this story is more to my liking, as I feel more confident in this verse.
Chapter One
Your Strange Demand
When his sister came back, she was a different person. Sixteen year old Toby Williams noted this even if his parents did not. Sarah was quieter, she didn't speak about her theater workings, or the things she was writing. It worried him.
"Dad, don't you think there's something wrong with Sarah?" Toby asked as he made himself a peanut butter sandwich. "I mean ever since she came back, she's...different."
Robert Williams looked up at his son. "What do you mean, Tobe? Sarah's always been...different. We've come to accept that of her."
Toby sighed and bit into the sandwich. He didn't understand himself what he meant, just that his sister was different. The young man knew it started when she left for vacation. It seemed like she'd been away forever, even though he spoke to her nightly on the telephone and Sarah assured him that she was having fun, a great time in Hawaii. There was just something in Sarah's voice. She went to work, she lived on her own and did all the adult things she was supposed to do but—there was something off.
"I don't know. Maybe she just needs me to come visit her." Toby suggested. "I think I'll stop by today."
Robert Williams smiled. "Good idea, Tobe. I'm sure she'll love that." He said. "I'll let your mother know where you are so she doesn't worry."
Toby nodded. "I'll see you later, Dad." In a typical teenage boy fashion, he devoured the rest of his sandwich and went to pack. Since Sarah lived in his school district, he could stay the nights with her and attend school. It was something they had done before—before she'd became odd.
Toby headed to his car and dumped his belongings into the back of it. Getting into the car he pulled out of his parent's driveway and headed downtown. The drive to Sarah's wasn't long at all and her car was still in the driveway. Which meant she'd either not gone to work today, or had a day off.
Toby parked and got out, hurrying up the driveway to the front door. He knocked once, then waited. A moment later, Sarah peered out and smiled.
"Hi, Toby." She said as though she expected him. Sarah let him inside and locked the door behind her.
"Hey, Sarah." Toby said. "Mind if I stay over?"
"Of course not." Sarah said. She looked over at him. "What have you been up to? Isn't it homecoming week at school?"
It was, and Toby shrugged. "I was never one for sports." he said. "I blame it on you teaching me to read before I was three."
Sarah grinned. "Hey, you're the one who made me tell all those stories. I figured the least I could do was open you to a new world." He watched his sister shiver a little at the last words. "Something to drink, Toby?" Sarah offered.
"Sure. If you got any Coke? I'd love one." Toby enthused.
"Let me guess, Karen's keeping the caffeine away?" Sarah asked as she lead her brother into her spacious, warm kitchen. His mother's antics for healthy eating were driving he and his father crazy. They were being forced to hoard food all over the house, but Karen seemed to find it every time.
"You could say that." Toby rolled his eyes. "Doesn't she understand that I'm a sixteen year old boy? I need the sugar in the mornings!" He exclaimed dramatically.
Sarah laughed. "How's the play going?" She asked Toby, bringing him a can of soda. Toby took it and popped open the tab, taking a long drink.
"Great. It's a musical, I told you that right? The director says he thinks I'm learning the stage better, whatever that means. He says I'm not so uptight in this role." Toby added, taking a seat at the island in the kitchen. "I think you'll like it. All the songs are original, and so is the choreography." Toby said.
Sarah smiled. "Sounds like it's going to keep you busy." She said. "I always hated when a play would end, because then I would have so much time on my hands, I was always bored."
"But you always wrote more stories." Toby reminded. "Have you ever thought about publishing them? I know you still have them, right?"
Actually, she didn't. Sarah had looked and looked in her father's attic for them one day unable to find any of them. "I don't have them. I don't know what happened to them. I looked all over the attic one day, and all over here."
Toby frowned. "Did you leave them at your mom's?" He asked.
Sarah saw her mother only rarely, when she wasn't busy trying to do a photo shoot or some commercial or something "Hollywood". She shrugged. "I don't think so. My mother would have sent them back to me if I had." She traced a finger along the can of soda. "So." Sarah said brightly, "What do you want for dinner? We can do pizza if you like."
"Sounds great." Toby said. "With extra pepperoni, I'll be in heaven."
Sarah chuckled. "I'll go order it. Make yourself at home." She waved a hand, indicating Toby could do as he wanted. Despite the peanut butter sandwich he'd ate before coming over, pizza sounded a lot better. The young man looked around his sister's kitchen. She had been writing in a spiral notebook before he came in. Thinking it a story, Toby snatched the notebook up and started to read:
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I'm betraying someone. That dream comes back to haunt me, making sleep impossible. I hate it. I've been up for the past two days except when I dozed off at work. When I heard the sound of a baby cry I jerked awake but it was only Stacy bringing her daughter in. Why is it, I feel so much guilt? I haven't figured that out. Toby comes over all the time, I can tell he's worried...
Toby looked up in surprise. This was Sarah's journal. He felt slightly bad for reading it, but maybe it would tell him why he was the only one who noticed his sister was acting different.
Something is wrong. I know this as clear as I know anything else. Ever since I came back from Hawaii, something has not felt right. It was like I left a part of myself in Hawaii. Not to mention my mirror was broke when I came back to my house. Who would have broken it? Why? These things fill my mind at night...
"OK, Tobe." Sarah said and Toby quickly put the journal up. He didn't want her to think that he was snooping...which, he had been. "I ordered cheese sticks too. What do you want to do tonight, watch movies?"
"Sure." Toby nodded. Sarah went to get the box of DVDs she had and told her brother to pick through them. Toby choose a couple of horror movies, one musical and the siblings got comfortable on Sarah's couch. Halfway through the movie, Toby watched as his sister's eyes would slowly close. She'd jerk herself awake at the last minute, but eventually Sarah drifted off to sleep.
Toby had already seen the movie Sarah wanted to watch with some friends, so he took this as his opportunity to do some sleuthing. Toby figured it wasn't too bad if it helped Sarah. He went into the kitchen to look for her journal, but she must have moved it. A quick searching of the kitchen, came up with nothing.
The young man headed in the direction of his sister's room and paused. It looked like Sarah's room; queen sized princess bed with lacy canopy curtains hiding it. The sheets were soft white and pink, very Sarah. The room was decorated a tad too girly for his liking, but Sarah had always been about princess themed things. Toby headed to the bed, pulling the sheer curtains back and reaching underneath the pillows. Nothing.
He checked under the bed, finding not a thing there, not even dust bunnies. Rising to his feet, Toby moved through Sarah's closet next, but nothing was out of place. Her clothes hung up properly, laundry basket in the middle of the floor with dirty clothes, shoes lined up and ready to be slipped on.
Even Sarah's vanity table had nothing out of place. Toby sat down in the vanity's chair, eying the makeup that was put in proper containers. Nothing seemed out of place. His gaze was suddenly drawn though, to where the mirror should be.
There was a blank space.
The boy reached behind the mirror and found the spiral notebook. He pulled it out, opening the journal. Sarah's writing was tiny and cramped, though in certain areas it grew larger with her desperation.
When I got home from Hawaii, my mirror was gone! I don't know how this happened. I am the only one to own a pair of keys. Completely gone, and I don't know who did it. I asked Dad, but he didn't understand that I was so upset about a mirror. To me, it felt like a warning of some kind. I felt like crying. I was supposed to use the mirror for something but I can't even remember now what I was to use it for! How can I—how can I what? I can't even remember...
Apparently, Sarah had forgotten something. Toby kept reading. Sarah was filled with guilt because she forgot this...whatever it was. It was starting to get to his sister. Toby read more but there weren't very many clues except her sleeping was bad now. He sighed and closed the notebook intending to place it back where he'd found it. Toby heard something else drop when he replaced the notebook and knelt to retrieve it.
Picking it up, the young man stared in bewilderment.
He'd picked up a pacifier.
Sarah stretched out on the couch as sleep overtook her. Her mind was troubled and she couldn't piece together why. She let herself sleep for once, her mind and body relaxing. Sarah's dreams however were just as troubled as her mind.
She found herself standing on a clearing, overlooking what looked like a Labyrinth. There was something familiar about it...something...
The colors in this world were too bright, too other-wordly. She wanted to touch the sky but her feet took her down a worn path towards the entrance. But suddenly, the ground started to shake and Sarah was tossed backwards. She looked up at the sky and noticed an owl, a white barn owl with spotted brown flying towards her. It swooped down almost protectively but even so, Sarah tossed her arms up just in case.
The sky grew black.
This was the part of the dream Sarah disliked. She cried out, feeling the ground shake. It felt like an Earthquake her mother had once told her she experienced, the ground splitting in half and Sarah almost falling in. The owl swooped towards her, knocking her the other way. Sarah hit the ground, and struggled to right herself. She heard thunder in the distance, and lightning flashed in the sky.
Sarah yelped from old habit and started to move. The owl followed her and Sarah looked up at it. "What do you want?" She asked the creature.
It's eyes bore into hers. Sarah felt hypnotized, like she couldn't look away. She reached out to touch the owl, stroking it's soft feathers. It seemed pleased by this action and Sarah moved closer to the creature. "Why am I here?" She asked it.
The owl didn't offer any words or advice. It just stared at her and if Sarah didn't know better she would have thought it was glaring at her.
In the distance, along with the thunder, Sarah could hear the cry of a baby. The owl heard it too, and let out a shrill cry. It jerked backwards, flapping it's wings and causing a small dust storm. Sarah turned towards the castle. Part of her wanted to enter and she started to, but the shaking started up. It split the ground in half and this time, as she fell even the owl couldn't save her...
Sarah jerked awake. She rubbed at her face, coming out of the nightmare. She hated that dream. Everything felt too real and solid. She could feel herself fall, she could still even feel the soft feathers of the owl and see it's huge eyes. Sarah yawned. The living room was dark and the TV was off.
"Toby?" She called out.
Sarah got up and stretched. She padded down the hallway into the kitchen. "Toby?" Sarah called again. She saw the pizza boxes on the island table, and reached in for a cold slice of pizza. Toby had polished off half of it. He was like a human garbage disposal.
Sarah headed to the extra bedroom her little house had and expected to see her brother curled up in the guest bed. But he wasn't there either. She felt a familiar chill and that feeling of despair. "Toby!" Sarah called again. "Answer me!"
She turned in circles for a moment, and a memory came to her. Sarah gasped at the memory. She had not thought about it in a long, long time...
The baby was crying. Sarah could feel her frustrations mount and she didn't want to deal with this. It was so...unfair! The girl grabbed up the baby. "Oh Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be, take this child far from me!" She went on to lament about her unfair life, of having to watch a baby while her parents went out.
Then, she tucked the infant in bed and shut the light off. "I wish I did know what the right words were. I wish the Goblins would come to take you away. Right now."
Sarah's eyes grew wide at the memory. It came crashing down, around her. "Jareth..." She whispered her face growing pale. There was a pounding in the back of her head and it stretched like a rubber band, tightening and tightening until Sarah couldn't take it and the world around her grew dim and black.
Toby stared at the pacifier he held in his hand. It looked different than the ones he'd seen before but this was surely what it was. The outside was decorated oddly. Why would Sarah have a pacifier? He wondered. Toby shoved the item in his pocket.
He heard his sister shout for him, and Toby hurried out of her bedroom. He saw Sarah faint, and rushed to her side.
"Sarah!"
Gently, Toby lifted Sarah in his arms and carried her to the couch. "Sarah, wake up, please." He said as he gently patted his sister's face. She cried out in her sleep and turned away. Toby sighed and got up. Water. He'd get a cloth and put water on it.
Toby did just that, administering the cloth on Sarah's forehead. She stirred a little mumbling something.
"What, Sarah?" Toby asked.
"I can't find my way back." Sarah mumbled. "The mirror was stolen, I need it back. I can't forget them. They're so precious to me."
"Who are, Sarah?"
She mumbled a name, but Toby couldn't hear it. He frowned and leaned closer to his sister. "Who, Sarah?"
"Jareth..." She said and then grew silent. Her breathing grew labored.
"Jareth?" Toby echoed. "Who's Jareth?" He had never heard the name before, yet the name gave him the oddest feeling of deja vu. A vision flashed in his head, of a man with spiky blond hair and mismatched eyes. Toby felt a cold chill rush over him and looked around.
He was being silly, childish. Nobody was here but he and Sarah.
Toby eyed his sleeping sister and pulled the afghan on her couch around her. He sighed. Maybe she just needed a good night's rest.
"You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power..."
Toby felt the cool chill enter him again and he jumped up. "I wish I could help you, Sarah." Toby hated when his sister was displeased or upset. She'd done so much for him he wanted to help her somehow.
"I wish I could find out what it was you forgot."
"He made the wish! He made the wish!" A Goblin exclaimed running around in circles. The Goblin wore what looked like a steel pasta strainer on it's head and assorted armor. He ran into the middle of the castle, where the King of the Labyrinth stood before his window, peering out.
"He made the wish!" The Goblin exclaimed.
"Have you forgotten your manners?" The King of the Goblins turned, his face set in stone.
"Oh, sorry Majesty." The Goblin bowed several times, it's head touching the floor repeatedly in comical fashion. Jareth rolled his eyes and wagged a hand. "Get up, Kazar."
Kazar rose. "Majesty, the babe who isn't a babe anymore made a wish!"
"And?"
"And well, he made a wish to make Lady remember." Kazar breathed out, excitement making his eyes dance.
Something came alive in the Goblin King's eyes. "He made the wish?" He'd been counting on Toby to do that.
"He said, 'I wish I could find out what it was you forgot.'"
"Then by all means Kazar, why are you still here? Get to it!" Jareth snapped his fingers impatiently.
Kazar nodded and scampered out of the round, circular room the King favored most of all. Jareth turned to the windows and pulled out a crystal. It swirled down his arm, and came to rest in his fingertips. He found the face he was looking for and sucked in a breath, letting out a soft whisper that was almost a plea.
"Sarah..."
But then, his crystal turned foggy and Sarah vanished until he could only see Toby. Jareth narrowed his eyes hoping that the boy would be able to do what he'd hoped for.
After all, he would become the Chosen Heir to the kingdom one day soon.
It was the Goblins who woke her up. Sarah could hear them, little feet pounding across her floor. She opened her eyes and let out a scream as a Goblin sat on her chest.
"Lady!" the goblin flung it's arms around Sarah hugging her. "Lady come back!"
Sarah sat up, pushing the Goblin off her. "What-" She stared in confusion. "I'm dreaming." Sarah said, the only possible thing that could make sense. "I'm dreaming, none of this is real."
"Ow!" Sarah looked up as a Goblin bounced a ball off her nose. "What'd you do that for?"
"You ain't dreaming! You needs to come back to the castle with us. Before you forget more, Lady."
"Well, I'm dreaming." Sarah sat up and rose from the couch. Yet the little demons destroying her home were telling her otherwise. "I'm dreaming and I'll wake up any moment now, and everything will be perfectly-"
"But King wants you back Lady! He doesn't say so but I know he does."
"King?"
"King of the Underground. Your husband, Lady."
Sarah blinked. "You must be mistaken, because I am not married. I do not have a husband."
"Then why you wear his ring huh?" The Goblin asked. "And you should remember me! I'm Kazar! You taught me how to read and write, remember Lady?"
"It's a dream." Sarah told herself. "It's just a strange dream, that's all." She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Sarah looked down, and the Goblin was still there giving her a condescending look. It was displeased.
"What ring?"
Kazar pointed to the ring on her finger. "Duh, Lady. Your wedding ring." He shook his head. Sarah did wear a band of silver, the jewel within a deep ruby red. On either side of the ruby were intricate knots, much like the Labyrinth of her dream.
Sarah pulled it off. "This? I've always had this."
Kazar sighed. "Come on Lady. Stop playing dumb. 'Sides the babe made the wish."
"Wish?"
Another impatient sigh. "Don't you remember nothin' Lady?"
"I—I have no idea what you are talking about. Kazar was it?"
Kazar nodded. "Your brother is in the Underground." He said. "He wished himself there cause that's what you forgot." Kazar took her hand. "Put the ring back on, we'll take you back. But beware Lady, the King won't be too happy. He thinks you forgot him on purpose." And Kazar looked serious.
Sarah slipped the ring on her finger and followed Kazar. "Where are we going?" She asked following Kazar to her bedroom.
He gave her a hopeless look. "Duh." He said again. "Home. To the Underground. Come on!" Kazar slid underneath her bed. Feeling foolish, Sarah pushed her bed back. There was a huge hole in the middle of her floor. She reached out to touch it and her hand sliced through darkness.
"Kazar left us!" A few Goblins who'd been messing up her house skittered past and one knocked Sarah into the hole. She had no time to react and fell headlong first into the pit.
Sarah fell through what felt like unending darkness. When she landed, she let out a soft "oomph" and rose. The Goblins who fell were with her and many were tittering and cheering. She turned in circles. "Where am I?" She asked.
Kazar made his way up to her. "Home." Kazar repeated. "The Underground. You rule it along the King, though-" For some reason the Goblin broke his line of thought. "Come on. You need to look presentable or he won't even speak to you. Rules still hold ya know." He grabbed Sarah's hand and dragged her with him.
"Where are we going?" Sarah demanded. She was sick of this. This place was familiar to her but Sarah refused to believe it was—that place. That Kazar could be right and that she was married to his King.
If I was, why don't I remember? Sarah heard the words in her mind. Something she'd be thinking about for a long time.
"Hey Juliette!" Kazar cried as he dragged Sarah. "Lady's back. She needs to be dressed though, before King will see her." He pushed Sarah towards a pretty woman with deep red hair and bright green eyes.
"My Lady." Juliette bowed to Sarah. "I have your wardrobe at your disposal and let's pick you an outfit out."
Sarah had no choice but to follow the pretty Fey girl. She could see the young woman's ears were pointed, and her skin was milk white. "I was thinking your blue smock would work." Juliette lead Sarah into a pretty sitting room. She went to a tall wardrobe, made of some kind of heavy wood. Carved into the closed doors were the theater masks—happy and sad. Sarah reached out to touch them, but Juliette had already opened the door. She hunted through the clothing and found the blue smock. It was deep royal blue, the bodice decked with pretty sky blue beads.
"Here." Juliette turned and handed it to Sarah. "You can wear this. The King often wears smocks of his own, when he doesn't feel the need to be regal."
Sarah nodded. She took the smock and went behind a changing curtain, taking off her own clothes. Something about this felt very familiar. Juliette headed over to her changing curtain and placed a skirt on it. Sarah took the skirt and slipped into it. She stepped back out.
"There." Juliette said with a soft smile. "You look almost like you belong here." She nodded with approval.
"Does dressing up mean that much here?" Sarah asked. She spotted a full length mirror and went to admire how she looked. "I never put much stock on appearences before."
"Not for us." Juliette said. She was dressed much simpler—in what looked like a homemade skirt and top. Earthy colors which made her dazzling eyes stand out more. "But for the royals? Yes, apparences are everything."
"Juliette." Sarah eyed the Fey girl. "What Kazar said, is it true? Am I really married to your King?"
Juliette nodded. "Indeed my Lady. I was too young to have attended the wedding of course but my mother worked at it. She said it was a beautiful wedding ceremony and you looked very happy."
Sarah frowned. Nothing of this sounded familiar. Juliette went on. "It was a full moon ceremony. You would have it no other way, though rumor has it you fought with the King on that. He wanted a regular type wedding, like one they would have in the Aboveground."
"And I wanted one here?"
"A traditional Underground ceremony." Juliette smiled at Sarah.
"So why don't I remember?" Sarah demanded. "If I'm Queen of this place as you are saying why don't I remember? I have no memory of this castle, of you or my husband! I think I'm still asleep!"
"You are far from asleep, my Lady." Juliette assured. "The Labyrinth and all who inhabit it are very real."
Sarah frowned. She smoothed out her skirt and sighed, but Juliette pushed her into a chair. "We need to plait your hair." The wardrobe mistress explained. She brought out bobby pins and combs, and sat to work on Sarah's hair. In a moment her long dark hair was twisted and knotted into something that looked what Juliette called presentable.
Sarah could only stare in bewilderment. She touched her hair, but Juliette wagged her hand away. "Don't. Not until it sets. The gel I put in your hair will do that. Why my Lady, did you go back to wearing it so plain? There's no volume in it now." She clucked her tongue once.
"It's the way I like it." Sarah said in her own defense. She sighed. "When can I see the King?" She wanted to meet this so called husband of hers and explain that everyone here had her mistaken. She wanted to get her brother and leave.
It was all a misunderstanding.
"Let's go, let's go." Juliette sang out, motioning for Sarah to follow. "We have to take you to the main room."
Sarah followed the little Fey woman. She felt her heart start to thud heavily in her chest. "Where is my brother?" She asked. "One of the Goblins told me he'd already made it here."
"I suspect he has." Juliette said. "Do not worry. The Labyrinth will not hurt one of it's own."
This made Sarah frown. "What do you mean, one of it's own? Toby and I aren't part of this—this world." Sarah insisted. "We don't belong here."
Juliette turned. "Kazar was right. You have forgotten. Someone's put a glamory on you, my Lady. But perhaps, when you are admitted to the King you will realize what's been going on."
Juliette lead Sarah towards the circular room the King favored. "Wait here, Your Majesty." She told the woman. Sarah turned at the sound of the title, her eyebrow raising.
"Wait-"
But Juliette left the room, closing the doors behind her. Sarah licked her sudden dry lips and took a look around. She tried to remember this room, and there was just the slightest tingle of deja vu running through her. But when had she been here?
She saw the circular throne in the middle, and there was another accompying it. Sarah made her way towards the chairs. One was very dark and sturdy, smelling of the earth. It smelled like the ground after it had been raining for a little while. The more feminine chair smelled of a flower garden, light and airy. She reached out to touch it.
As she touched the chair, Sarah jerked back. A flash of a memory hurdled through the young woman and she saw herself sitting in this very chair, wearing a gown of cream and silver beads, her hair done up. She wore more makeup than normal and she leaned over to whisper something to a man she couldn't see. Whatever he said made her laugh, and Sarah in the memory picked up a flute.
But as soon as the memory came, it was gone again. She touched the chair hoping for more, but there was nothing.
Sighing with frustration, Sarah went towards the open window. You could see all of the Labyrinth and she looked down hoping Toby was ok. "Don't worry, Tobes. I'll make sure you get back home in one piece." She promised.
"You should never make promises. You don't keep them very well." A voice said.
Sarah jumped and whirled around. She faced a man with spiky blond hair, wearing a magnificant armor coat of blue with many jewles making it sparkle. His pants were dark tights and they clung to him like a second skin. The boots he wore were also dark and hugged his calfs.
Sarah found her gaze sweeping the King from head to toes. Deja vu made her skin spark and she swallowed. "What do you mean?" She asked. "You don't even know me."
The King gave her a small smirk, his jagged canines showing for a flash of a second. "Oh, but I do. I know you very well, Sarah."
Her eyes widened with surprise. "This has been a misunderstanding." She began. "I think your people have me mixed up with someone else. I'm not married. I have never been married."
The King of the Underground laughed softly and clapsed his leather gloved hands together. "And next, I suppose you'll tell me you've never had a baby?"
Sarah opened her mouth. In the back of her mind she saw the owl in her dream, heard the cry of the baby. "That's right. You've mistaken me. That's all this is."
Sarah felt her heart pound and she tried to calm it. She watched the King who seemed content to gaze at her. "It is. I don't know you. I've never met you. I'm still not sure how I got here."
The King rolled his eyes. "So Kazar was right in a way. You've lost your memory it seems."
"No, it's a-"
"Silence!" The King snapped his fingers and a Goblin came scurrying out.
"Ya need something, Majesty?"
"Get out! I did not call you. I merly snapped my fingers."
"Sure, Majesty. We just were listening, I mean not spying waiting on your orders and stuff." The Goblin explained.
The King of the Goblins glared down. "Eavesdropping will get you bogged daily, Gorin. I hope you are aware of this."
Gorin nodded several times. "Sure am! I just gonna go find Kazar now King!"
"You do that." Both the King and Sarah watched the little Goblin scamper away. Sarah went back to studying her so called husband. "I never had a baby." Sarah insisted, going back to their earlier conversation.
Again, the King smiled. "Come with me." He said. He walked towards a door and Sarah took a look back to where Gorin had vanished. She followed the King, her heart going thump, thump with each step she took.
They entered a room, and Sarah felt her skin prickle. It was a room decorated the way a toddler might like it. There were bright colors and toys about. The King nodded towards a bed where a little girl lay sleeping. Her hair was the color of brindle, blond mixed with brown and her face was pale white, like Juliette's. Like the King's.
"So you're saying you don't even remember her?" The King demanded in a steely whisper.
Sarah stared at the little girl, wishing she had. The baby's cry in her dream came to her and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "No! This is not my home, that's not my daughter, you're not my husband!" She felt confused and took a step back, out of the room.
"Wait-" The king held up a hand.
But Sarah wouldn't. "I don't belong here!" She exclaimed. She turned and hurried out of the toddler's bedroom, out of the circular room and down a long hallway. She was going to find her little brother and get away from this strange, strange place.