The moon slowly rose up over the western mountains, slowly coming into position for all the nights haunts to come out. All was quiet as the forest slept. Chipmunks slept all nestled in their beds, the birds all quiet except for the occasional lonely hoot of an owl. A mother deer and her fawn slept peacefully in their thicket. The only thing that wasn't sleeping was a pale-haired figure.

Leibra stood on watch, an arrow notched to her bow in case of danger. She scanned the area, her eyes, ears, and nose taking in everything. Her hair was tied back out of her face, showing her pointed ears. Leibra made contact with her partner and best friend, Dante.

Anything in your neck of the woods? she asked telepathically. He made eye contact, shaking his head ever so slightly. Leibra swore, cursing her luck. Damn, why does Nea get all the fun? Speaking of Nea, where is the son of a bitch?

"Hey, I don't insult your mother!" said a voice from above her. Nea jumped down onto the branch she occupied. His pale brown hair was tousled, lending him a disheveled look. His clothing had wrinkles that were not from moving around in trees, and he had a smirk that made Leibra wonder what he had been doing before arriving to replace her.

"I don't even want to know." Leibra stated. She gathered her quiver and jumped from the tree, landing nimbly on her feet. She glanced at Nea, shaking her head. "Send Dante to wake me when I'm up for watch." Leibra turned and walked back toward the elven city of Dracomyre.

Leibra kept and arrow notched, ever wary of her surroundings. She knew not to tarry in these woods, for there were goblins and other monstrosities behind every tree. These days were no longer bright and shiny as they had been under Queen Elsa. After their brave queen had been murdered by her only son, he had been exiled, and labeled a Dark Elf. Since then he had amassed a large a large army of goblins, and established his own kingdom. Then the disappearances began. First it was just one, but then many more went missing, all of them palace guards.

Then just as she reached the halfway point between her watch point, and Dracomyre, she heard a snap in the underbrush. As she whirled to confront the new danger, she felt something hit her head, effectively knocking her out.

Leibra awoke later, wrapped in silk sheets, on a plush bed, surrounded by sheer gossamer curtains. Slowly she sat up, regretting doing so when her head pounded unmercifully. She lay there, looking at the room, knowing this was not her home in Dracomyre. It was lavish, with an ebony wardrobe, dwarf-made rug's, very top-quality things that she could never afford even being a palace guard.

As soon as her head quit pounding, she sat up, finding out too late that she was no longer dressed. She gripped the sheet to herself, looking for her clothes. Not seeing them, she chanced going to the wardrobe, wrapped in only the sheet. She opened the doors, immediately greeted by dresses in every color of the rainbow. What caught her eye was a simple white gown, with flared sleeves, and a golden belt. The belt had a small chain which dangled down the skirt, and at the end of the chain was a small teardrop sapphire.

As she put on the dress, she tried to figure out where she was. She knew she wasn't in Dracomyre, but she didn't know how far away Dracomyre was. Time for answers, she thought to herself. She went toward the large double doors, leading out of the room she was in.

The stone hallway she entered was barren of any life. There was only a red rug going down both ways. She went to her right, doing something she never did, following her gut. Soon after taking several turns, she heard noise, yelling and cheering and all sorts of ruckus. She stopped at a door that was partially open; daring to open it and see what was beyond it.

She saw hundreds of goblins, some fighting each other, some running to and fro, but what caught her eye was the throne in the center of the room, or more appropriately the man in the throne. He sat very regally in his chair, watching his minions destroy his throne room. He didn't look to pleased about it, but they were out of control. Not even a herd of elephants could stop them.

Suddenly he met her gaze, looking unrelentingly into her eyes. His gaze seemed so familiar; he had eyes that were stormy blue, with unspeakable depth. He stood, giving her the chance to fully look him over. He was rather tall, almost a foot taller than Leibra. His face was as angular as an elf's. She couldn't help but feel like she knew him. She recognized the face, but couldn't place a face with a name.

"Ah she does live! Sorry about that Leibra, the company i keep can get a little- shall we say- rough?" He chuckled at his joke, while there was tension in that laugh. Several goblins averted their eyes. Leibra looked at the man, confused by him addressing her so formally.

"How do you know my name?" Leibra asked. "I don't know who you are, or where I am. Tell me! Answer my question!"

He bowed his head politely and what he said next shocked her the most:

"As you will, so it shall be."

Leibra had never heard anyone utter that phrase in years. The fact this man knew that phrase blew her mind. He seemed so familiar, yet so foreign.

"Who are you?" she whispered. He tisked at her, stepping close to her. He produced a crystal ball, about the size of a small rock. But right before her eyes it turned into a flower. And not just any flower, but the Royal Family's flower, the blue orchid.

Leibra looked at him, astonished but finally putting together who this man really was. It all made sense, how his goblin's knew where to find her, how he knew her name, and the flower of the royal family.

"Jareth?" She asked cautiously.

"Hello Leibra. Long time no see"

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