Authors note: I'M SO SORRY my chapter has been so late. I just started highschool and it's a headache within a headache. I've been so bogged down with homework, club meetings, rehersals and signup meetings that I haven't had much time to write chapters. Here it is, guys! I hope it was everything you waited on. I had a LOT of time to think about it!

THE SHOW MUST GO ON! 3

~G.Q..

Dance, magic dance.

Dance, magic dance.

Put that baby spell on me.

The sound of Jareth's voice entranced Sarah into a deep sleep, where even the dreams of hell haunted her.

She walked through the Opera Populaire. "Wait..." she thought aloud. "The Opera Populaire?!" The chill of the air bit her bare arms to the bone. "How am I in... Paris?". She wondered around the Opera house, looking for a door out. She realized she was in her favorite fantasy story: The Phantom Of The Opera. She then heard the melodic angel sound of the Opera cast.

"Masquerade,

Paper faces on parade, masquerade.

Hide your face so the world will never find you."

She ran through the halls and got to the ballroom, finding the ballroom dancers of her crystal dream.

"...What?" Her head was spinning. How could she be in her dream... while in her favorite play at the same time?

She ran to the large doors, opening them to find her old apartment covered in birthday confetti and present wrapping. Four small children, including Sophie, were running around playing with ballons. She saw herself serving ice cream and cake to the four children. A figure appeared in the corner of the room. She watched as she saw the figure of the Goblin King smile softly at his niece.

Sarah ran through her apartment, frantically looking for a way out. Going into her bedroom, she saw Phoenix and the girl from next door having some harmless fun. The ringing of the blonde girls moans gave her a piercing headache. Sarah jumped out the window, knowing that the wind wisting through her ears was better than that annoying sound. She floated gently into the fiery forest.

"Everything I've done, I've done for you..." `

She watched her run from the fiery forest. She watched herself reject Jareth and she saw the disappointment in is face. She watched his eyes shed one tear as he chunked the crystal into the air. It made her heart clench down and hurt like it was burning.

Suddenly, she was the crystal flying through the air. She watched Jareth fall back into an owl and felt herself pop on her own immature hand.

Sarah's eyes snapped opened. The heat of hell was still making her sweat like a dog. She looked around, finding mush and a cup of water next to her in arms reach. Sarah quiclky scarfed the mush down and drank the water slowly. Looking over across from her, Sophie had her own plate and cup which was empty as hers was. Sophie was resting soundly, curled up in the fetal position with a thin blanket she was using as a pillow.

How did she get the pillow...? Sarah pondered.

"I still care about Sophie with all of my heart, Sarah." Her thoughts snapped in half, finding Phoenix sitting on the floor. "I hate to do this to her... but I have to."

Sarah hid her anger with fake compassion. "I'm sorry I had to do this to you."

"Don't be sorry. It was for the best."

She nodded. "How many more days does Jareth have?"

"Precisely eight." Phoenix gently replied.

Sarah made a silent outcry to Jareth, falling back into a deep sleep, ignoring the conversation Phoenix was trying to make.

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A black pegasi rode through the night with an army of white. Men and women dressed in battle armor from all around the Underground were flying behind Jareth, who was dressed in his own battle armor, a stone cold look dressed his face. His magnificent pendant shone through the night, directing the army to hell. He had a poisoned dagger hidden under his battle suit, a sheathed sword and shield, a bow and arrows, and another hidden dagger sheathed in his boot.

It had been the first day of searching. Fenian and Argyle were riding at his side and Anyssa riding beind him.

Jareths mind faltered, hearing the outcry Sarah had made to him. He held up his hands to stop the army from going any further as the pendant worked it's magic. It started to glow, and in a second, the glowing left the pendant and dashed swiftly through the air, falling on the spot they were looking for.

A sly smile spread across Jareths face. Hell was just a day or two away. "So, big brother. It's a fight you wanted, well it's a fight you have."