This is the first time in a long while that I've submitted a fan fiction. The last time I did a fan fic it was for Phantom of the Opera. I hope you all like this as much as I loved writing it. I will be posting a new chapter every day, except on Sundays.

All characters belong to Jim Henson, I am just borrowing them. :-)

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Prologue-Jareth

There is not light in the Goblin City. Not anymore. It's once filled streets were bare and only the birds were chirping up in the sky. There was no noise. Just the unbearable silence that comes with an abandoned city. The wind couldn't have been more still.

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes

A kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within you eyes

A voice strikes the air as a lone figure in his castle. His hand is over his eyes and the tears of so many years gone by pour down his face.

You have no power over me!

He cringes. That voice refuses to leave his mind. Her face. Her eyes. He grabs his head in frustration and yells, "Get out of my head!" His voice is strangled and echoes off of the gray castle walls. Memories haunt him. They will never leave him alone. He curls into a ball on the throne and stares at the one picture of the person he loved: Sarah. She was in a beautiful gown, much like the one from the Bubble Masque. She had a pleasant smile; the one smile that always seemed to melt away the ice around his heart. His sob echoed once more as he looked away. Why couldn't he get her off of his mind? What was it about her that he found so wonderful? And in that moment he knew why: it was her courage. It was her spirit that he had fallen in love with. It had taken 5 years for him to finally realize that. It had taken 5 years of crying and sobbing to realize that he had fallen in love with a wild spirit. He looked up at the picture once more and wiped away the tears as he stood. His clothes were in ruins and he looked nothing like the delicate and graceful Goblin King he used to be.

Slowly, almost as if he couldn't bring himself to do it, he walked up to the picture of his beloved. He had given up his dreams so that she would be happy.

"Just fear me, Love me, Do as I say and I will be your slave"

Was it so much to ask for? Was loving him so hard? He touched the painting lightly and sighed in desperation. He closed his eyes as he rested his head against the tapestry. 5 years. Gods she must have changed since the last time he saw her. Perhaps he should...

"No!" His voice was soft and yet firm. "You can't go into her life. She doesn't want you. She never has wanted you. How could she want you? You're just a Goblin King. You took her baby brother. You made her take a test. You gave her her choice. It's her fault that she chose her life over you. You're nothing... NOTHING!" He punched the wall next to the tapestry. After many moments of him taking his frustrations out on the wall, he fell to his knees and wept more. Who could ever love a Goblin King? Who would ever love a Goblin King? "No one..." He whispered softly to himself as he looked up at Sarah's picture, "No one will ever replace you my love... I'll get you back one way or another... Someday you'll come to me... You'll call for me..." He sighed forlornly and looked away from the tapestry. "I just hope it's for a good reason and not you getting in trouble..."