As Sarah slid down with the sand through the dark tunnel she tried desperately to slow her descent. The sand slid through her fingers as she tried to cling to something solid or hit the sides of the tunnel. After about five minutes the sand poured out a hole and she found herself flung out of the darkness and onto a dune of sand. Quickly she rolled down the hill of sand trying not to be buried in the sand still pouring out from above. Reaching the bottom of the sand dune she climbed up the dune in front of her. It took her awhile as she slid in the loose sand, but she finally made it to the top and take a breath.

Looking around Sarah saw a huge desert before her, there was the wall she was had fallen from and then nothing but a vast desert. Sand as far as the eye could see, some of it was falling from the sky every now and then, but that was it. Feeling hopeless she feel to her knees. This was worst than anything she had faced before, she could get lost forever in here. There was just no way she could figure out which way to go. Pounding her fists into the sand she gave a scream of frustration.

"Jareth!" she screamed towards the sky. "This is unfair!"

"My brother has never been one for fairness," a male voice said behind her.

Turning she had to blink twice as she stared at what she thought was Jareth twin than she noticed they were subtly differences. He was younger, but he seemed just as mischievous as Jareth. Her senses told her to keep herself on guard more than she would Jareth. She knew what Jareth was capable of, but this one was unfamiliar and could be more dangerous.

"It's rare my brother sends someone into the Sands of Lost Dreams," he replied as he strutted towards her.

"Who are you?" she asked making sure there was space between them incase she had to run.

"Talek, the king's younger brother," he informed her, and gave her a bow. "You my dear challenger are in my territory of the labyrinth."

"The Sands of Lost Dreams," she replied cautiously as she continued to back away from him.

"Yes, lost dreams have to go somewhere and here they become the endless sands in this desert," he informed her as he picked up some of the sand and it poured threw his closed hand that was covered in a white glove. "Your lost dreams are apart of this desert."

"I have no lost dreams," she bluffed as she continued to slowly move from him, preparing to run.

"Really?" he said then threw up in the air the sand he was still holding onto. "Then what is this?"

Sarah stared in horror as the sand swirled in the air forming a circle and she saw a younger version of herself. There she was about seven with her mother and father in a park having a picnic. Feeling tears prickling in the corner of her eyes she took a shaky breath and picked up a handful of sand.

"That's not funny," she hissed throwing the sand at the vision hoping that it would make it disappear.

To her horror she found the vision blurring into something else. The sand portal was turning to one of her wearing a white dress. It was still blurry but Sarah knew she didn't want to see it and threw herself this time at the sand. Going through the sand vision she found herself falling through the sand and tumbling out into the junk lands. Sitting for a moment the junk collectors slowly moved around her ignoring her as the collected the useless junk around her. Taking a deep breath she tried not to think of the vision she was about to see. She knew it had to be her in that ballroom the peach had transported her to ten years ago. Sarah knew she had to snap out of it and defeat the labyrinth soon, she had to have about five hours left. She couldn't be stuck here forever with him.


Jareth reappeared into the thrown room and sulked over by the window. Sarah had no idea the power she possessed, and it was infuriating. She had dared to accuse him of changing her book, even if he had the power to alter the book he wouldn't have. Making the book reappear on the window ledge, he wanted nothing more than the throw it out the window and forget that night ever happened. How could one small book cause so many problems?

"I'm presuming your latest meeting with Sarah didn't go according to plan," Esaye stated as she entered the throne room after her meeting with King Racot. She was still rubbing her sore wrist and Jareth took notice.

"He dared to lay a hand on you," he stated as he walked over to her and started to examine her red wrist.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," she replied coldly and took her wrist from him. "It was his way of expressing displeasure at me declining his invitation of having his daughter on you arm at the celebration."

"Esaye what did you do?" he demanded, feeling a headache coming on from the dreadful day he was having.

"Nothing as long as Sarah is on your arm at the celebration," she said and quickly continued. "And no I did not mention who was to be on your arm just that you had someone else." Jareth silently stared at her, she could see a vein pulsing in his forehead. "You know that tart infuriates me and she was acting like she was queen already! I'm sorry."

"Just figure out how to get Sarah to stand willingly by my side," he said darkly before checking back in on Sarah. "What is he doing home. Get to the sands now."

"Of course," Esaye said before vanishing and appearing in the sands. She saw Sarah fall foreword and disappear in the sands.

"Well now this is a surprise," Talek said as he stared down Esaye. "I didn't know the blemish of Goblin Kingdom has decided to grace us with her presence."

"And here I thought you would be in some court making sure everyone knows how ashamed you are of me," she shot back, and crossed her arms. "His majesty sent me here because you were obviously making a fool of yourself."

"Actually his challenger was," he said pointing to the spinning sand circle Sarah had thrust herself at. "Her dreams she has tossed aside are interesting."

"They are hers alone," she hissed and raised a hand to make the vision that was coming into focus disappear.

"Oh dear Esaye," he laughed as he grabbed her arm and pushed it down. "Don't be our King's pawn."

"She is being a loyal subject," Jareth stated interrupting their conversation. "Esaye go to Sarah and make sure she does not leave the Junk Lands until I say so."

"Of course you majesty," she said as she bowed quickly and disappeared.

"Well you're back from Mosia early, did Queen Ny-vesy bore of your company so soon?" Jareth spoke and his brother smirked.

"Actually I returned because Queen Ny-vesy received the most interesting of news about King Racot's visit," Talek replied as he moved towards his sand screen still suspended in the air. The picture was clear and he saw Sarah and his brother dancing, the vision the peach had given Sarah ten years ago. "So this is the girl you will risk war with for?"

"I told you I have no intent on starting a war," Jareth stated as he brother shook his head and made the sand fall back to the grounded ending his little show.

"Yet, you let that blemish speak for you and decline his offer of a bride," Talek said as he turned to face his brother. "My feelings for the blemish and the wench aside, you know Aresia is the smallest of the realms and has become power hungry ever since they discovered the Dautia mines. We have no allies if they wage a war against our kingdom."

"You doubt the power of the labyrinth to protect us?" he asked, and his brother looked up at him with his face full of concerned.

"I would not if mother and father where here," he stated and Jareth snorted in disgust at his words.

"Do not worry brother, the labyrinth will soon behave," and then he left without another word.


Thank you to my reviewers Angeliquefhagerman, thebabewiththepower, and LovelyAmberLight. I am now terrified of disappointing you three and hope where I am taking this will not fail what expectations you now have. But I do love reviews they keep my muses happy. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.