Chapter One,
Sarah's life, and His Highness's "date"
Sarah Williams stood in the truck sized doorway of a building that had once been a silo, shaped like one large tube. Rather then the usual cement the floor was made of smooth dark granite that had been painted with white lines to make the room one large pentagram; with many mystic and arctic symbols around the edges.
At the center of this a hundred foot circle sat five sixty gallon water tanks, and a over four tons of dry canned food, packed and stacked in cardboard boxes, and a few wooden creates.
Sarah smiled in almost, but not total, satisfaction. This was the best they had ever had. Enough supplies to last three months, plus some money left over for a midsummer treat. Izzylyn had already sent that down, and was overseeing the preparations for the party. Sarah felt a pang of regret at not being able to be there for that, to see all her friends from over the years, and celebrate the three year anniversary of their business endeavors together. But tonight she had a date with royalty.
You could say it had all begun seven years ago, on that most terrible night when a bratty fifteen year old wished away her baby brother, and through sheer luck and friendship got him back, but that had only been the beginning of her dealing with the underground and supernatural society.
Not three days after she had beaten the Labyrinth and it's king, she had gone to the park and happened upon the the stream spirit, -a river sprit's daughter- Lilyrunn. Through her Sarah had been introduced to small magical community around her home town. They had become her core social circle, along with her Labyrinth friends.
They had talked, and hung out around town, sometime playing around with the little bit of magic some of them had.
Then she had gone to college; where she met others who not only had supernatural powers, but with dreams and visions of their futures.
They were the ones that had started really teaching her how to use her magic. Most of them were the descendants of humans who had mixed blood with some kind of fair folk: Fae, elf, troll. Together they had worked on unlocking each others potential, always driving each other to push their limits. There were so many wonderful nights just playing with what they could do, growing fairy rings, and other kinds of plants, trying to use glamor to make a bike look like a Jaguar.
It was in that progressive and competitive group she had met her first steady boyfriend Carl, a large football player that somehow had troll blood. He had taught her beautiful and frightening things that left her tingling at this the mere memory.
He had left after her freshman year to go play in higher leagues. In the after math of that break up, she had taken up the courage to physically go to visit her friends in the Labyrinth, crossing back into the underground. There she had seen for herself what their situation was like.
That had started the snow ball to start rolling down the mountain, growing larger as it rolled.
Three years later this was the result, this huge abandoned grain silo turned into a portal, it's adjacent warehouse, and three franchises along the east coast all run by her collage friends, with plans for further expansion.
It was time to get going, she took a long breath, focusing hard on her desire, willing the portal to open, and the supplies to go, go down. Then she brought her hands together in a resounding clap.
In an instant the the lines on the floor glowed blue-green, then the center opened like a funnel on to darkness sucking the supplies down into it, as well as anything else that happened to be within the circle. Then it stopped, and all that remained was the strain white lines and a young woman standing in the truck door.
She let out a sigh of satisfaction, but not total satisfaction, like there was something missing from it all. But it wasn't time to dwell on that sort of thing; it was time for a ball.
She felt a little giddy excitement build up in her as she drove home to her apartment to get ready. The high court's Midsummer Eve festival was by far the largest gathering in the underground for anyone with even the slightest claim to royalty and position – and many who didn't. There would be food and drinks, talking, dancing, and many meeting between the all fantastic types of people in the underground. As of last year it was her new favorite holiday.
Entering the apartment she kicked off her work shoes, and headed into the bathroom to shower. Once out she dried and curled her hair with magic, giving it extra volume, and spinning red and silver threads along the outside of her dark brown tresses. She slipped into the deep red gown she had conjured for herself. It was shining silk with white rhinestones around the v-neck. Lastly she applied heavy make up to her lips and around her eyes. When she was finished she surveyed herself in the bathroom's full body mirror, smiling in perfect satisfaction, knowing she looked perfectly stunning in high Fae fashion.
A glance at the clock tolled her it was 3:30pm. She moved to her room and she sat down at her old vanity, that she had taken when she moved out of her parent's house mostly for it's sentimental value. She admired her reflections in it while waiting for her "Date."
They had talked it over after some of the confusion they had run into last year, and decided – though there had never been any real question – that they were going as friends, and there should never be any awkwardness about dancing with the several different male persons that approached her.
"I'm ready when you are your highness," she said.
Hoggle, Prince of the Land of Stench, appeared in her mirror, wearing his best brocade coat, and crown, that he had somehow managed to get to sit right on his head, though it had been made much too big for him and Sarah suspected that was on purpose.
"An I'm ready when you are Sarah," he said, smiling rather sheepishly.
A/N: Not who you thought it was going to be is it? Unless you were clever enough to relize that Jareth as a King would be a "Majesty" and a prince would be a "Highness"
My first fic, so please review, tell me what you love, tell me what you hate, and how to fix it. I'm looking to improve here.