Sarah was reading through her new script when she came across a curious line. She read it aloud to confirm that it was real.
"He who defeats a Fae King earns his kingdom, earns his power."
She set the packet of paper down to muse over the line, this new development.
In the many years since that fateful night, she had not forgotten what a certain "Fae King" had done. She was twenty four now, grown and wiser. She had spent a lot of time thinking about what she wanted to be and who she wanted to be with. And she had not forgotten that words held power.
Sarah grinned.
"She who defeats the Goblin King earns his kingdom, earns equal power."
A little editing never hurt, now did it?
Still grinning like a Cheshire cat, Sarah pulled on her finale costume. In a fit of irony, she had been cast as the independent female who bested the Fae King of this play, taking his throne and turning him to dust.
Sarah did not intend to turn Jareth to dust. No, she had a better idea.
Though she could feel in her veins the power of a Fae, she did not want Jareth to know. So letting her grin fade, in a sweet voice she said aloud, "I wish the goblins would take their Queen to their King, right now."
As glitter began to mask her vision, she couldn't help herself and grinned again.
Jareth was dancing with a child, watching his pitiful single mother give half-effort in running the Labyrinth, when another spiral of glitter began to form.
He sighed, for he hated to care for more than one unwanted child at a time.
His goblins let the song end and began to twitter excitedly, not like they did for a child.
No, he realized, handing the babe to a nursery goblin, this spiral was growing larger than that of a child. Womanly. Powerful.
But why would another Fae wish herself-
"Jareth." His jaw dropped. "I believe you owe me a kingdom."
"What?" He could not take his eyes of the grown Sarah, dressed to match him. She took a step out of the circle and towards his throne, working those black boots and vest for all they were worth.
"Oh Jareth, surely you know the rules. I defeated your Labyrinth; I defeated you. My kingdom is as great, remember?" She laughed lightly. "Has anyone else beaten you?"
Jareth pondered his wisdom in wearing tight pants. "No. No one before you and none after you. But I do not see how you have a claim on my kingdom?"
"He who defeats a Fae King earns his kingdom."
"I have never heard of that," he replied as the goblins silently cheered for both sides.
She circled him once, trailing her fingers over his shoulder. "Come, come now Jareth."
He struck, grabbing her around the waist and shoulders, dipping her low and kissing her passionately. "Surely we can compromise. I don't want to lose my kingdom, and you don't want to turn me into dust."
"Mmm," she replied. "I was hoping you'd have such an idea, Goblin King."
He scooped her up and carried her from the throne room. "So wonderful to see you again, Goblin Queen."
A very helpful goblin opened his bedroom door.