No one, but the enemy belongs to me. Hope you enjoy!

Sarah Williams was brushing her long, brown hair for the night while staring absentmindedly in the mirror before her. Tomorrow she had a full day of work at the news station and tonight she had just gotten in a heated argument with her boyfriend, who had yet to call her. Well, she was thirty now and was ready to kick another man to the curb. With a heavy heart, the woman placed her wooden hairbrush on the desk, turned off the lamp's light, then headed for bed. Trying not think about her boyfriend, she crawled under the covers and closed her eyes.

It felt like ten minutes had passed when her window flew open and a gust of wind blew her long, violet drapes around.

The woman's eyes snapped open and before she could do anything, a hand was slapped over her mouth. She tried to scream and kick to fight back as an arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her out of bed to her feet. Then her fearful eyes met the reflection in the mirror and standing behind her was a man with long, black hair dressed in leather with pale eyes that were colder than the night's air.

He released her mouth and flicked his hand to the right, opening a strange, dark portal.

Seeing that he was not human, Sarah knew one person, and one person only, who would get her out of this mess. Closing her eyes, she screamed like a scared child, "I wish that the Goblin King would save me!"

For the first time in fourteen years had she wished upon such a name. Over those long years, memories of the Goblin King and his world had slowly faded and they were nothing, but a child's dream to her. Now when in doubt as a grown woman, she had called upon him once more, but this time, to save her life like a princess from a fairy tail.

The man gave a sneer, dragging the poor woman to the portal, until they both froze, staring at the mirror as a barn owl landed on the windowsill. Sarah gave a brief smile of awe as the owl changed into a familiar man. Her captor snarled with anger and before she knew it, she had a dagger to her throat. He roughly spun around to face the other man, but he was gone.

Sarah's heart was slamming in her chest, then jumped at a sickening sound of a body being slashed. The dagger slightly trembled before falling with a clatter on the wooden floor as the stranger collapsed behind her and the portal was closed. It's just a dream, she told herself. She slowly turned around, finding a familiar face with dramatic, blond hair. She silently watched him scrapping his sword's blade on the dead man's clothes, before sheathing it. He raised his head to her, staring at her with features that had never been touched with age. "Jareth," she whispered.

Jareth, the Goblin King, had a cold and emotionless gaze that was locked on her, trying to ponder what had just occurred. "Sarah." His voice was dry and cold just as she faintly remembered it.

"Thank you," she simply murmured, still puzzled at his sight. "For saving me."

"Your wish is my command," he coldly stated, staring at her with uneven pupils. Then he turned around to the dead man behind him. "I see that they are coming for you."

The woman looked at the man, laying dead on his stomach as dark liquid was leaving the body from the neck. "Who is he?"

"An elf. His people have announced war on my kingdom."

"An elf? War?" she repeated, now looking at the King with confusion. That's when she thought about the sword at his hip– something that he had not had before. She also remembered that he wore a long coat when they had first met, but this time, he was not. Instead he wore his typical white, loose shirt with a black vest and his pants were now black and leather. She studied his face and saw the cold anger and frustration… The look of a man who was planning and thinking. Never had she seen him so ready for battle, so ready to fight to the death. Instead of being a nonchalant, puzzling, mystical man, he was a king defending his land and was more dangerous than before.

"Yes." Jareth turned his gaze to the open window. "Now why do they want you?" He quietly asked himself, looking back in the human's eyes with wonder and puzzlement. His boring gaze was not removed from her as he stepped forward to her, until his eyes slightly grew in realization. "Oh, now I see. They want you because you are the only one that solved the Labyrinth. They know about you." His eyes narrowed.

Sarah gave a small swallow. "Are you sure?" She meekly asked, not wanting to be dragged into a war for any reason. She was a newscaster for a radio station for God's sake! Not some child wanting adventure or danger of any sort!

"Why else would they try to kidnap you?" He questioned, not even blinking. "They will do anything they can to get at my city's doors and the way to do that is to go through the Labyrinth. The way," he stepped closer with his face mere inches away from her own, staring into her eyes as his voice dropped, "that you know." The two stared at each other for a few seconds before he turned away, walking to her closed door. "We need to get you to safety."

"I'm not going with you," she stated. "I am not going back there. Good luck with your war, but–"

"Your life is in danger," he roughly interrupted, whipping his head to her, staring at her with his typical cold gaze. "Not only that, but you're the only living being with knowledge on how to defeat my Labyrinth. If the elves get their hands on you, they will break you to the point where you tell them everything. I am not risking that for my kingdom!" He threw the door open, revealing the view of the Labyrinth with the King's castle in the middle. "Now please come with me, Sarah, or I will have to use force you."

Not trusting this man's force, Sarah reluctantly nodded. "Very well." She then looked down at her purple pajamas, then back to him. "Can I at least get dressed first?"