The bell pulled Sarah out of her book. Finally, I thought this day would never end. Isn't the last day of school supposed to go quickly? She grabbed her backpack and headed out to the parking lot. Dodging the eggs and shaving cream of seniors celebrating, she made it to her car. Why they would want to stick around instead of leaving campus to celebrate is beyond me. One more year and nothing will be able to stop me from booking it out of here. The seventeen-year-old dreamer pulled into her driveway. What's dad doing home?

When Sarah entered the living room her breath stopped for a moment and she lost the loose hold she had on her backpack. "Mom?" Linda Williams sat in the living room. The woman looked up cheerfully at her daughter's arrival.

True cheer, amazing. Sitting beside her mother was a man who, for an instant, Sarah thought was Jareth. The apparel was very similar, but this man was much more conservative.

"Sarah, darling." The woman stood up with a grace that Sarah had only seen once before, it was an inhuman grace. Mother and daughter embraced. "Don't spoil this for me." Linda whispered as she pulled away. "Sarah, I would like you to meet Lord Wyes. Lord Wyes this is Sarah, my daughter." Sarah moved over to the couch and offered the man her hand.

If she is willing to be civil to me I can be nice to her guest. What is she doing with a Fae lord anyway? …Never mind, I don't want to know.

"It is an honor to meet you your highness." He stood and bent over to kiss the back of her hand.

"Highness? I believe that you are mistaken, I am no princess." The man looked confused, he turned his attention to her mother.

"Have you not told her?" The man looked slightly offended. "She is to take the throne and you did not tell her! What if you died before your father, what would we have done then? Calling to her would not help if she didn't know what she was! None of your cousins are fit for the throne and your uncle is hardly sane."

"I did not deem it necessary, I was not even aware that I would be needed, had I kept my immortality, let alone my daughter." Her mother took her seat again. "You didn't even inform me of my brother's suicide until after father's death last week. How was I to know that Sarah was next in line for the throne?" During this conversation the teen had chosen a seat and attempted to follow the conversation.

"Hold on a moment, you're a Fae! I have an uncle. Wait, if you're a… then… this is insane, there is no way that I am a member of the Fae." Lord Wyes turned his attention to Sarah.

"You believe in the Fae? How did you know what we were?" His surprise was written clearly on his face. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"After you wish away a sibling to the 'King of tights' you just might believe in a lot more than normal people. And as for how I knew what you were," She looked Wyes up and down. "Same reason. You dress very similar to Jareth, only with less make-up."

"You wished Toby away." Sarah turned around to see her father. He was carrying two drinks, presumably for her mother and Lord Wyes.

"Yes, … but I got him back." Her mother looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow.

"How did you manage that?" Sarah rolled her eyes. Lord Wyes sat back and awaited the inevitable fight; he knew Linda all to well.

"I am not like you mother, I won Toby back fair and square." Her mother smiled.

"Square, huh? I would have thought it was more along the lines of round." Sarah closed her eyes and reigned in her anger.

"Mother, I did not sleep with the Goblin King, I ran the Labyrinth, that is how I got Toby back." At that Lord Wyes rejoined the conversation.

"You beat his Labyrinth?" Disbelieve was clear on his features. "Your Highness this is splendid; you have not even come into your powers and yet you have already shown great intelligence and talent. The council can not object now!"

"What is with this Highness crap, I am not a princess and I have no wish to become one. I presume from your conversation that you need a ruler, that is not me. I plan on remaining here." Sarah's mother looked to the teen fury in her gaze.

"You will accept your heritage and you will take the throne. Am I understood?" Sarah looked defiantly at her mother. Lord Wyes stood, reclaiming her attention.

"One of you has to. You are the only ones that the Dragons will accept. Sarah would be preferable, not only has she defeated the Labyrinth, but she has never turned her back on her immortality; the fact that she hasn't had the chance will be overlooked." Linda nodded, smiling.

"Sounds good to me. I have already lost my immortality; think of the trouble it would be to get it back." Her mother hid it well, but Sarah could tell that something scared the woman, something about taking the throne.

I am not my mother; I will take responsibility, even though I have no idea what I am getting into.

"If that is what you believe, then, ok. I will take responsibility." She looked pointedly at her mother. "Now, will someone please tell me the whole story?" Lord Wyes nodded.

"There are two dimensions in this world the Aboveground…"

"I don't need that much of an explanation. To start out, why do Fae rule over the other creatures?" Sarah's mother left the room with her father. Lord Wyes explained.

"It started out as the Fae were impartial judges, but because of their power some of the less intelligent creatures adopted them as rulers. When that happened, many power-hungry Fae took control without their people's permission. In other cases, as with the Dragons, there is a Fae ruler and a council of the people, they have equal power but it is the Fae who acts in matters that mix social with political. There are some races' who have no Fae ruler; most of those are humanoid in form. The Fae rulers also have another advantage, the creatures that we represent can't, they can't engage in certain activities with each other. The Fae have no such problems." He seemed slightly uncomfortable with the topic.

"Treaties through children?" She questioned, he released the breath he had held in and nodded. Why was he tense? Wait did he think that I didn't know about sex? "How much do you know about what they teach Aboveground?"

"I know nothing of the Aboveground except for what I know of those who can travel between the two dimensions, the wiccans and Shaman, You have most likely heard of them." Sarah nodded.

"Now what about these Dragons, why am I most suitable to rule with their council?" He noted gladly that she said 'with' not 'over'.

"The Dragons will only accept a monarch from a specific line, they are very, finicky. They will not even accept a sibling of a past ruler, only a direct descendant. Your mother's only brother committed suicide last year, and she gave up her immortality a lifetime age to escape any chance of being chosen over him." He closed his eyes and sighed. "It is rare to find one who is willing to take on the 'skills' needed to rule the Dragons." He paused as though he were afraid that she would also commit suicide if she knew the truth. "In order to communicate freely with the Dragons a person must possess telepathy, at least at a minor level. It is not a common trait, even among the Fae. In fact the only line that has it is the Draconian line, your line. In fact even if a parent has the gift if the child is not a direct descendant of the present ruler they have no chance of receiving it."

"That still doesn't explain why they didn't want the job, I can see the disadvantages to not being properly trained, headaches, can't keep people out, maybe sending out your thoughts without realizing." Her grasp of the situation astonished him. How did she know?

"The procedure for activating your telepathy is very painful and intrusive. How did you know what could happen to a telepath?" Sarah pulled a book out of her backpack, and handed it to him.

"I've read enough fantasy books to know a bit about the supernatural." He looked at the book; curious as to how humans had come to have such knowledge.

"If you are ready to go we will be off." Sarah jumped in response.

"Now! You want to leave now! I can't leave now, I have to start, and finish senior year! How will I run a country if I don't know anything about calculus, or trigonometry?"

"You're not even fifty, no one would ever expect you to know that. Not that anyone would believe that you're younger than four hundred. How old are you by the way?" Sarah's mother came back in.

"She's seventeen, her birthday is in two weeks, four hours and seven minuets from," She paused. She appeared to be waiting for something. "Now." Sarah's jaw dropped.

She knows my birthday to the second. Wow.

"Good, we have time to prepare her for them then, we can activate her telepathy before her other powers, that will severely decrease the pain. Not to mention the fact that she can adjust to the telepathy without having to deal with the other powers popping up every ten minuets, and with her heritage there will be that much to deal with. Back top the original topic they need you now, the Dragons will break away from the Fae community if we don't go immediately. Are you ready Sarah?" Sarah thought about what she should bring,

I doubt that there are outlets so electronics are out. None of my clothes will fit the setting. I'll bring my music box, I don't really need anything else."Give me a sec." She ran upstairs grabbed the music box and a sweater and headed back down. "After I say good-bye to Toby I'm ready." She went up to his room. "Toby. Toby I have to talk to you." The four year-old put down his toy dinosaurs and turned to look at his sister, he had an uncanny way of knowing when someone wanted for him to listen to them, and when they wanted him to ignore them. "Toby, I have to leave, and I probably won't be coming back. I still love you Toby, don't ever forget that, but I have to go. Do you understand?" He looked her in the eye, and nodded. Sarah wasn't surprised that he did; little kids sometimes understand things far earlier that adults do.

"I'll miss you Sawah." He stood up and walked over to her, arms open; she bent down and embraced him.

"I'll miss you to Toby." She let him go, ruffled his hair and left the room. Her father was standing with the others when she returned downstairs. "I'm ready." Lord Wyes nodded and took her hand. The room changed, Sarah looked up and straight into the eyes of a Dragon.

How did you like it! Should I continue?

Draco