Sarah chewed on her lip, she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea. After all… The way things had ended… She saw the look on his face, now that she was older she could also recognize the pain reflected there. She'd broken his heart. Now… She was older. Far older than anyone truly realized. Her time in the Labyrinth had changed her.

Her family had grown old and withered away, her brother… He had aged slower than the rest, yet he was not as changed as she was. She knew it had to do with Jareth, the way the book ended… She had always wondered before what powers the King had given the girl. Now she knew. She had been turned into a fae.

There was no other recourse; she would not call on Oberon or Tatiana. That would be asking for cruelty beyond measure. The old stories were more than true, yet they never mentioned that the fae could turn a mortal into a human… It was an oddity for sure.

Taking a deep bracing breath, Sarah let go of her fears. She called out to him with all her being, letting the love and the sorrow echo within her being, "Jareth! Goblin King! Hear me! Take me away…"

She waited… And waited some more… It hadn't taken him so long the last time that she had called… Perhaps though that was because he had been expecting that call. This one… He may not even realize it was her. So she tried again, "Jareth… Please… Come to me, take me away…"

This time within moments, there was someone there. However, it wasn't Jareth. This man… He was dark, dark in soul, dark in looks. He was not Jareth, where Jareth was playful and mischievous he was not truly dark. Oh yes, he could be cruel. But cruelty doesn't make one inherently dark either.

"Hmm… You are a pretty little thing… However, I am curious as to how you know my…" Here the man smirked. It made her skin crawl as he eyed her, as if she were nothing but a piece of meat. As he did that, she felt her ire rise, as it did so she made sure to breath deeply. She would not let this man know her secrets. He was not Jareth! He was the one she would tell first.

"Your what?" She queried, letting the man draw his own conclusions as his gaze clouded at her prodding. "My older brother you foolish mortal. I have ruled for the last century! None should know his name! He has been banned from us!"

Nodding to herself, she turned on her heel and walked away from him. Stepping to the side lightly, she smirked as he threw his power at her. Glancing over her shoulder, she told him, "You'll have to do better than that princeling. You are no king. Jareth is a king. You will regret what you've done to him. You and anyone who has harmed him." As she spoke her breath frosted the warm Autumn air.

That was the first hint he got that she was no ordinary mortal. He would learn to regret what had happened, she would accept no nonchalant cruelty. She did not care that was what the fae were known for. Maybe this was why she was now fae. She would bring about a revolution. A revolution that would change a race. Her brow furrowed, she concentrated on trying to find Jareth. She had never had to hone her abilities as to finding someone, after all, what was the point when all she loved in the Above were dead? Focusing, she found an anomaly. Something didn't belong. It was… Far away. Yet she could see it in her minds eye. It was glamoured.

With determination in her footsteps, the air shimmered behind her. The waves of her anger affected the very air around her. She would change the world. Above and below. There was no doubt of it. As she wandered, searching for her lost love, her magic warped those around her. Those whom she'd touched before her family had died, her brothers children's children, they too were fae touched.

Thus began a journey that would shape the future of the worlds. The hidden and the world we mortals see. What will happen in her search for Jareth? Who was the man whom she left so chilled in her wake? Is he truly an enemy? Or is he merely a man deluded by grandeur? Are Tatiana and Oberon so very cruel, or is there something more going on?