Opps, forgot to put these things up. Okay a big thanks goes out to Dragons Daughter! Thanks babe, you know what you did. If you have not read Legends *takes big breath* GO DO IT! Great story. Light and funny.

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth.

Linka stared at the wrinkled form of the girl whose image she had seen on one to many sleepless nights. How many times had she been forced to face the wrath of the Goblin King? How often did she sit through his violent storms and the rare occasion when he lost his temper completely?

It was amazing what a simple mortal child could do to an aching heart. The seems had never been mended before, and she had despaired that the whole Sarah had left would never heal.

Linka knew her jaw was hanging, and she knew that the wolves found it amusing to shock her. For the woman who had practically BUILT the Dragon Plains from the ground up was one who had seen it all.

But the sight of the small boned, dark haired women in front of her. She was no longer a child, and she was possibly one of the most attractive person she had ever met. But it was not that alone that held her captive, it was the resemblance to Anika.

The large blue eyes that held the deepest ocean locked inside. The dark hair that looked like the dark ebony wood from the heart of the enchanted forest. The perfect skin that was taken from the Raso pearl of the under current seas. The delicate form that barley reached 5'6 but stood with authority.

" Sarah." Linka repeated. Her violet eyes swam with mixed emotions. She knew all to well of the ancient legends of the Monqu. She knew that they believed that Anika was going to come back. And she somehow knew that Sarah fit into that. Minus the details and you had a confused as hell princess.

" Um…how is it that you came to know my name?" Sarah questioned hesitantly. She had seen few people that could match up to the beauty of the woman in front of her. The delicate pointy ears and angular bone structure only added to the exotic looks the fair-haired Fae gave off.

" A very long story." Linka mummered and her eyes were locked on Ton and the wolves all around her. Linka swore softly under breath. If the twins and the others had made there way out of the forest that could only mean one thing. Civil War.

'Pridith. Please ask the wolves to allow me to take Sarah back to the highest. I can build a portal for them here, but I will have to take Sarah dragon-back.' Linka silently informed her partner of what she needed. Linka watched Ton cock his head and then they slipped into the woods.

" Sarah, have you ever wanted to fly a Dragon?"

~*~

Dovan hissed between his slightly pointed teeth. He cursed the world in general before getting more explicit in his uttering. If he understood Vagathan you more than likely would have melted.

Dovan was the Prince of Vkathan. His world was a dark place and most inhabitants were pale with dark features. He was no exception.

His milk white skin was startling contrast to his hair darker than even Sarah's. The pupil of his eyes was large than normal Fae or Mortals. The small ring around the pupil was dark grey, and when he was angry like he was now it was difficult to distinguish the difference.

He was slender like most Fae were; they did not need bulk for strength, and had the same over powering Aura. But Dovan also hated Jareth. And anyone who associated with him.

And by Law he must never lift a finger against him. For Jareth was not only the Goblin King, which meant power, but he was also the Heir to the Fae thrown.

Every kingdom bowed to the Thrown of the Fae. The King and Queen were the most powerful and most respected. They were also the most beautiful. The Fae loved things of Beauty.

Dovan hated Jareth not for the fact that he was Jareth's rival, and that he was a contestant for the thrown, but for the fact that he was also Jareth's cousin.

And when he had heard through the Family line that the spell that had been keeping Jareth from claming that thrown of power was half un-done he had been livid. It had taken more than just magic to lock the King of Goblins under the power of the Mortals, it had taken blood.

It would appear that he had been outsmarted. But when he heard that the Mortal had broken Jareth's spells and returned Aboveground he had traced her. He had tracked the Mortal down and discovered who she was, what she was, everything and anything he could use against her. And found nothing.

Sarah Williams lived a normal life. She had a brother, a father, and a stepmother that she did not necessarily get a long with. She loved fantasy and enjoyed the outdoors. She had no secret love life, did not drink, do drugs, or sleep around.

And so when he had felt the power that had hidden itself from her, he had decided it was time to move. He had been willing to allow her to live, Beauty like that should not be tampered with, but then the Monqu had come. He had been left with little choice. But it would appear he had not played his cards right.

The little vixen had escaped with the wolf. And now she was on Dragon back headed to the Heights. The one place he could not access besides the Goblin City. Only an idiot would wonder into the Labyrinth or Enchanted Forest.

But to get to the Heights you had to go Dragon Back. There were sharp winds that rolled around. They beat to their own tunes and only Dragons were strong enough to get you that high. To try to fly there by yourself in animal form was stupid. Only Jareth would be able to attempt it, and even he had never tried.

Dovan cursed the woman on the Dragon and cursed the Ring of Power to which she was aligned. He would kill the Mortal if it was the last thing he did. Jareth would never be free, and he would never be king.

Ton sniffed the night air and let out a short bark. The shadows around him solidified into shapes and the shapes gave way to forms. The wolves moved into a small clearing and waited. Running at this point would do them little good.

A few moments later the wolves of the Monqu tribune surrounded the pack. They were the wolves that surrounded and protected their Lord and Leader. More like the Lady Leader.

Silver moved in till she was almost nose to nose with Ton. Demon moved up against her chosen Packs Alpha male and stared the other wolf down. Ton felt rather than heard his pack move into attack formation. The night smelled of fear and anger.

'You still defy me.' It was a statement. Silver had no expression in her mental voice.

'You know I will defy the way you choose to live. I do not defy you, just the path you take.' Ton replied. His bulky form was tense and the white of his fur reflected the light. The brown patched on his over coat looked black.

'You defy my control and me. You had better choose your words carefully, I would hate to send you to the Moon Paths early, but I will.' The female's tones were dangerous and very serious.

'I will forsake the old ways when I forsake my right for the moon paths. You tread near the dark forest.' Ton snapped back. His posture was all defiance and he pulled his hackles back allowing his sharp teeth to show.

A large black wolf that smelled of eagerness, hatred, and dark magic stood next to Silver.

'You defy you Leader?' The black wolf demanded. His tone was evil in intent and Ton felt Demon and Shadow flank his sides. Rip and Raider moved beside them. Slider was no where to be found, which meant if need be she would hit them from the blind spot.

'We do not defy the chosen leader of the packs. For now.' Demon told them; her tone was hot and crossed like molten lava in his mind. Shadow bristled next to her and the Black backed down.

'So you have chosen. So be it. You will be hunted down for this. And I will look forward to ramming those words down your throat. And after we kill you, we shall kill the imposter.' Silver's tone was finale and Ton felt the magic going into her words. They had just been declared outlaws.

Silver turned and the wolves left. Ton sighed mentally and when the golden glow that meant a portal opened they all stepped into it willingly. Some battles were best fought later.

~*~

Jareth looked over the now green Labyrinth and his heart sighed at the green hedges and the sounds of birds calling. It was beginning to turn back into the one place it had been. The Goblins were still ugly but now the thrice-damned fairies were now taking care of the hedges like they were supposed to. Instead of biting anyone they only attempted to bite those who moved to close to the exotic plants with intent.

Jareth breathed in the unmistakable smell of Magic and smiled. Things were back on the way to healing. The labyrinth was still dangerous and tricky and if you were not wanted…deadly.

But it was turning back into the paradise that it had once been. The goblins were still stupid but they, surprisingly, had quite the green thumbs. They could never tell you what they were doing, just that it felt right. When they were not drunk that was. But that was why the Labyrinth had the Fairies. They kept everything clean and green.

Jareth sighed and ran a hand through the blond hair that was more unruly than normal. He had heard NOTHING from Linka in a few days and Derian was slowly driving him crazy. The man just needed to figure out what he felt for the blond she devil and get it out of the way.

Thinking of Linka brought an image of black hair with great legs. The eyes that flashed with spit fire and the voice that could reach to the moon with the wolves she loved. Anika. But he also held another close to memory. Sarah. TOO bad that they could not be the same.

Derian came running into the hall. His eyes were huge with wonder and he appeared to have been delt a HUGE shock.

" Jareth, Linka has company. You won't believe who it is."

Jareth raised a blond brow.

" Its Sarah."