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*~SFS~*

Chapter Six
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Doubts
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Sarah woke up quickly, sitting up in her bed. She was breathing hard, beads of sweat on her face. It felt so real, from the burning heat of the town to the unknown force clutching the throat of the girl. It was like she was actually there.

Slowly her breathing became steady as she wiped her face. Glancing outside her window she noticed morning had well passed, the sun already in the sky. It must be almost noon. Shaking, she got out of bed, went to the bathroom and threw cold water on her face bringing a towel over it after. Her nerves felt shot. What was happening to her? After about a minute she slowly made her way to the fireplace and curled up in the armchair, hugging her knees. Then for no reason, she burst into tears, weeping silently.

There was a soft knock at the door but she ignored it. She heard the door a bit and the soft patter of small footsteps.

"Sarah?" Hoggle spoke softly. She didn't answer. Hoggle looked at the uneaten breakfast he had brought over an hour ago, the rumpled bed covers and the weeping Sarah and quickly but quietly left the room.

Sarah didn't do anything but weep. She felt a small breeze and then a gentle hand was on her knee. She looked up quickly, bleary eyes.

Felara was kneeled in front of her, her eyes filled with concern as she looked up at Sarah, "Child, what is wrong?"

"I-I don't know," Sarah whispered between sobs, "I had dreams and woke up and... just cried."

"Tell me these dreams, if you please."

Sarah explained as much as she remembered including how she thought they might be memories of someone else's life.

Felara grew worried. She rose and sat on a small cushioned stool nearby, "Yes, you are right. They would be cause to cry. It was the saddest time in our kingdom."

"Kingdom?"

"Yes," Felara sighed, "The Fae kingdom, where I once lived. It was a beautiful place but... its fate had been sealed when the great evil descended from the sky. It was a strange thing and did not seem of any importance but I knew what the dark rocks brought. It brought our doom."

"Didn't you warn your people?"

"Oh, I could not," Felara glanced away, "Circumstances as they were, I was not permitted. Instead, a young prince, a Fae who saw for himself the danger, though not to its full extent, did warn the court." She looked at Sarah.

Sarah came to a realization, whispering, " The man from my dreams!"

Felara nodded, "He did love the girl you saw dearly and they would have married...," she drifted off her words, watching Sarah.

She spoke, a thoughtful expression on her face, "But this girl... she wasn't Fae. She always spoke of his kingdom as something she was not apart of. And yet, she wasn't human either for she wasn't from that kingdom neither."

Felara nodded, "You have guessed correctly. She too was apart of a kingdom, more powerful then that of the Fae or humans. But I cannot say where. You wouldn't believe it whether I told you or not."

Sarah's eyes grew wider, "I get the feeling she wasn't from here. She..."

There was a sudden soft knocking and Felara glanced at it, smiling and then to Sarah, " I must go but please be careful. Dreams sometimes have a stronger hold then you think," her eyes grew very worried, "And the dark man... that you must watch for. He was dangerous then and he is dangerous still. He wants something and you must not let him win. Tell Jareth these dreams. He needs to know. It's very important."

The door opened and Felara vanished. Soft footsteps came around from behind Sarah's chair and Jareth suddenly appeared before her.

She wiped her eyes as he looked with worry, kneeling before her. He saw her puffy eyes and rumpled appearance and knew something was wrong, "Sarah, are you alright? When you didn't come down for hours, I grew worried."

Without thinking, Sarah went forward, embracing him. Jareth was startled.

"Jareth, I'm scared. Please don't leave me."

Though surprised he wrapped his arms around her tightly, stroking her hair, "Sarah, I would never leave you. I'll always be here for you."

Sarah shyly left his embrace and Jareth felt a pang of loss though he didn't show it but instead smiled as she did, "I'm sorry Jareth. I'm not sure what came over me."

"It's alright. Will you be alright?"

She nodded, "I'll get dressed now. See you at lunch?"

He nodded and rose, holding her hand and helping her rise. As she did she stumbled, falling into his arms. Blushing, she looked up into his eyes. They were so close, she could feel his beating heart and he her quickened breath. He breathed in a whisper, "Sarah..."

She stepped away, beet red, "Uh, sorry. I'll see you shortly," she was staring at the floor, shuffling.

Jareth took a deep breath and walked away. Sarah didn't look up until she heard her door click shut. She then let out a deep sigh, hastening to dress. Why did she do that? She had obvious feelings for him and she knew he must as well. Then what stopped her?

::He'll only use you.::

The voice was deep inside, reminding her of his first motives. She recalled his wolfish grin, a sly look of conquering. She shook her head. No, he was different.

::Sure::, the voice whispered, ::but what if it's a ploy? What if he's playing with you?::

Sarah didn't want to believe these doubts but some did ring true. That had been his first idea for her. "But he saved my life," she said out loud, to make herself more convinced.

Silence. Maybe tat settled her doubts. The whisper returned to her mind, ::Why not? What man would want his conquests taken? Has any king ever given up a land he's conquered?::

"I am not conquered! I am not a conquest!" she spoke loudly, hearing how silly her words sounded and almost hearing the sound of mock laughter in her mind. She finished dressing and as she left her room, a worried look overcame her.

What if it were true? Trying to put it out of her mind, she headed for the dining hall.

A dark chuckle sounded in her room, the tapestry waving as if blown by a gentle breeze.

The dark Fae's eyes flashed.