Author's note: Thank you for reading the last three chapters. I would like to thank

Lady Galriee, for reminding me that I have a Labyrinth story. So I hope I left a cute cliffhanger last time. Enjoy. P

P.s. I hope you notice that before each story that each chapter has a little saying. These are not mine I got them from many books that I've come to love. Also I have come to the "spelling" conclustion that I do spell things wrong. Sorry. Cute will be cutie or stud will be stood. Again, sorry. Is just how I spell stuff and until Microsoft has a Faith-proof sell-check I'll just have to stay the way I am. P.s.s. Thank you Cataira for getting me into writing and diet coke, because without both this story would never be here. Smooches.

Chapter 4

The greater the Difficulty the Greater the Glory

The night was long and was getting longer. The journey to the elfin kingdom was tedious and draining for Jareth the Goblin King. Jareth had spent the last sixteen years of his life looking for his wife who had left him. His kingdom had developed into a wasteland of dessert and dead bush. The goblins and the Fae's had become poverty-stricken and helpless, but Jareth didn't care. He was traveling the worlds for Sarah and gave no attention for his kingdom. In Jareth's world it was dark and always gloomy. After ten years had passed Jareth had given up the search to drown in his despair and grief. Because the Goblin Kingdom was shattered Jareth decided to talk to the Elf King about the war that had been going on. After six years of negations Jareth and King Aeëtes compromised and settled the war. It had been a tiring sixteen years for Jareth the Goblin King.

Those eyes, those powerful eyes that lit the room and Jareth's world. She stepped forward reveling the person that Jareth had learned was his child. The second thing that caught Jareth's eye was her freckles. The petite brown dots that streaked across the bridge of her nose was lovable and Jareth new that he was the luckiest person in the whole world. Her smile matched his own as if the a coy, yet shy grin was taken from Jareth's face. He took a long breath after realizing he wasn't breathing. Her hair was dark brown; Jareth looked at her in the firelight that was consuming the hallway, the strips of golden hair that did show through the brown. She bowed to him; she rose.

"Hello. My name is Eve." Her voice was confident and direct. Jareth tried to think what to say.

" I'm your father." In Jareth's mind he was kicking himself for that.

Eve smiled at him. The appearance of her father was what her mother had said he would look like. She had painted a portrait of him just by her mother's stories of him. The resemblance between the painting and the real life Goblin King was perfect. Eve glanced toward her mother. "Should we be leaving now?" Glancing down at the simple blue dress she had on.

"OH yes." Sarah remembered. " Eve is your things packed? Have you said good-bye to everyone?"

"Yes mother." She said. Eve reached for her things that weren't there a moment ago and moved toward her mother, waiting.

"Jareth we are ready to return with you. Shall we go?" Sarah asked. Jareth was caught off guard with how easy this night had gone. At this point, with a sigh of relief Jareth was ready for his new family to come home.

"Yes, let's go." Everyone was smiling now. The Goblin Kingdom was next to the Elfin Kingdom. The trip home by magical carriage was a silent ride as Eve slept on her mother's shoulder while Sarah and Jareth tried to advert their eyes from looking at each other.

The sunrise over the Goblin city filled the sky with luminous and radiant reds and oranges. The world was beginning to awaken; little doors were opening and closing with the low roar of good morning chatter welcomming the day that would come. The goblin city had made the best of their depressed King, trying to keep their city as fairylike as possible, with somewhat a smile and trying to sell and grow what they could. Fruit carts, flower carts, were lining the corners ready to open to the next customers. Bread shops, markets, and hair shops doors were opening to the public that would be flowing through the busy town square.

Sarah had slept very little that night knowing what she must do today. She watched the sunrise from a bench in what used to be Jumo's garden. The garden that used to be overflowing with irises was now filled with empty and dry fountains, and dead weeds. Sarah sat watching the sun knowing that one-day the garden would be filled with them again. Braking her morning tea and serenity were Jareth's boots. Her back was turned away from him but she knew him enough that in his hand was the golden locket he had given her on the night he had purposed, the same locket that she had given back to him after she had left him. His soul was kind and understanding but his heart was dark and full of hate. She was watching him with Queen Vanatari and how his anger had spiked with her.

"Sarah I..." Sarah interrupted Jareth before he could show it to her. Jareth took a few steps toward her.

"Jareth I cant take that." Sarah said taking a sip from her tea. Jareth stopped in his steps. He was confused. He brushed off the remark and proceeded.

"Sarah it is yours. Yes I gave it to you, but it is yours." He moved to put in on her from behind. Sarah turned to stop him. Her face was firm and unyielding to the necklace.

"Jareth." She sighed before she continued. " I didn't come back for us Jareth. I came back for Eve. It's her that needs to be with you not me." Jareth stood in awe of what she was saying. Sarah's face softened. "I love you Jareth. I do. That's why I have to leave you." Jareth dropped to his knees in disbelief.

"Don't leave. I've changed so much. I have. I'm not the man you left." He pleaded with her.

"You haven't changed one bit Jareth, I saw you with Vanatari! You wanted to hurt her for hiding me!" Sarah's voice was shouting.

"She was hiding you. What was I supposed to do Sarah? Ask nicely? 'Forgive me but will you let me see my wife?' NO Sarah NO! You are my wife and I shouldn't need to do this!" Jareth lowered his voice. Took a breath and relaxed. He was on the ground and took Sarah's hands into his. "Sarah we love each other. That's all we need. You Eve and me. The rest will just fall into place." Jareth smiled, the idea was good.

"Jareth. I cant live like that, I will not live like that." Sarah stood removing her hands from Jareth's. " Jareth I'm leaving, Eve will be here with you. Don't worry she's a big girl, she can handle her own and is very strong." Sarah smiled. "She's more like you than you know." Jareth reached out to Sarah one last time.

"Sarah. Don't leave me… Again." Jareth had a tears running down his face. "I'm lost. Help me find my way. Please?" Sarah picked up the hem of her tonic and wiped away Jareth's tears.

" Jareth long ago in this garden you told me you would help me during my drinking problem. You told me that you wanted to help me if I'd let you. Jareth I'm going to help you even if you don't want me to. Now…" Sarah moved toward Jareth, and gave his cheek a kiss. "I'm going to walk away, and it's up to you how far. I hope you find your way Jareth." Sarah turned toward the door Jareth had walked through earlier and left.

Jareth dropped to his knees and covered his face to catch the tears that were poring from his eyes. Jareth's heartache with so much pain and anguish. He hated being hurt by the one he loved. Why should he have to work at love? Why did she leave him again? Did she not love him? Why would she leave him after all this time? Again. Why would she not help him? Jareth teleported himself to his office, slamming his hand into the desk. As Jareth lifted his hand the wood was dented inward, he saw the desk and slammed his hand again now pulling up a bloody hand and bloody splinters from the desk. Jareth didn't look at his hand; he couldn't feel the pain of his hand. The office walls were limed with bookcases with thousands of books in each. Jareth trough his crystal's at the books. What had he to loose? Why keep the books? He didn't read them. Why keep his history if he could not share it with the one he loved. Jareth's wrath on the bookcase didn't last long after a moment nothing remained. A small goblin peeked his head in through the door and ducked it back out to avoid the crystal being thrown at him. WHY!?!? Life was unfair to Jareth at this point. He had lost Sarah. Again. Jareth collapsed in he office after he had torn every thing from its post. It would be a few hours later when all his answers would be answered.

Finial thought: Thank you so much for your reviews. Today I had my cat give birth to 5 kittens and I had just a few hours to proof and post. Thank you Jenny for chatting with me and telling me how bad my English classes had failed me. And to Married friend thank you for being my new reader and editor. Smooches! OH Yes. The one who has yet to read and still believes in me. Thank you Ash. Faithout