Sarah sat and gaped at her best friend. "You mean all this time I have been best friends with someone from the underground?! No wonder you weren't shocked when I told you about the Labyrinth." Sarah blinked repeatedly, trying to take in this revelation. "Wow. So should I be calling you something else? I mean, after all, Angelina is the only name that I know to call you, and given my experiences in the underground - I doubt that Angelina is your name." Sarah smiled at 'Angelina' and she laughed.

"Well you know at least that much about the underground. Deahnayra, It means." She blushes slightly. "Goddess of the Forest. But, " Sarah arches an eyebrow at her best friend who laughs. "If I ever hear you call me anything but Deahna or Angel, you're in for it. You're my friend, so call me by my real name, except when we're outside, Because if Jareth finds out who I am.it may mean the end of my people." She glanced up at Sarah. "Ok?" Sarah smiled and nodded.

"Good to know that there has at least been *SOME* truth in our, what? Five year friendship?" Daehna stuck her tongue out at Sarah. "So tell me about your -- " Sarah hazards a guess. ".Kingdom? And its people." Both girls smiled and Sarah sipped at her coffee.

"Where to begin," Daehna mumbled to no one in particular as she played with her ring.

Sarah rolled her eyes at her best friend. "How about the beginning sweetie?" She replied with a grin and both girls laughed again.

"Ok, OK." Daehna paused and took a deep breath. "I'm..I'm the queen-to-be of a secluded nation in the underground. Little known now, but notorious in legend, for the prowess of its warriors and their abilities at warcraft. We are a Rename, or Queendom. I suspect that you have heard of the nation of Amazon women? Warrioresses who, at one stage terrorised all nations, near and far, But at the same time living with only what they can build or make or grow themselves." Sarah nodded her response and Angelina continued. "They, I believe, are based on observations of my people, the Araxtiens."

Sarah's eyes widened as quirks in her best friend's personality begin to make perfect sense. Why she was the best fighter in the SCA for thirty years, at least; Why she refused to wear anything in the least synthetic, Why she took so many (particularly Grecian) mythology classes at college. It all made so much more sense now. "Whoa" Sarah sat digesting this information. "So.do you know who your parents are.or were?"

Daehna smiled. "My Father was a High Faen lord and my Mot--" Sarah choked on her coffee, cutting Daehna off.

"WHAT?! Faen. as in.JARETH-ISH FAEN?!!?!" The other girl frowned slightly, but nodded. "So you're half Faean." Sarah shook her head in amazement. "So if your father was a faen lord, who was your mother? The Amaz.Araxitiani queen? Is that how you became princess?"

"My mother, was the high healer at the time. The reason that I am princess is that two months after the old queen has died, and the princess acceded her, All girls, between the ages of 10 and 11 are sorted into a tourney, a fight which will determine five girls, who are then given an intelligence test. The one with the strongest mental and physical powers is to become the new princess. The Queen-to-be is trained extensively in fighting; hand to hand, quarterstaff, sword and projectile; warcraft and a little magik, for those that have the ability, along with all the processes of letters and numbers. The whole lot."

"That clears up a few things, afterall, you were AMAZING when you duelled J- Him. Could you.uhm.Would you." Sarah flushed "Wouldyouteachmetofightlikeyou?" She blurted out, leaving Daehna looking very taken aback, but all the same she smiled happily.

"OF COURSE, SARAH!!" Daehna exclaimed happily before regaining control over herself. "You are entitled to that training by Araxian custom."

Sarah stood frozen "Wh-whatt?"

Daehna chuckled softly and put an arm around Sarah. "You, are my half sister. By my mother and another High lord, meaning that you are also, Half- Faean. If I were to die, you would become heiress to the throne, if you wish. But," Daehna paused watching Sarah closely. "If you decide to accept this training, you are obligated to accept the responsibility to your people that comes with it."

Sarah sat quietly, warming her hands on her mug. She sipped the rest of her coffee and stood up to hug her best friend and half-sister. "When do we begin?"

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A goblin quickly scuttled out of the way as the king threw a crystal at him, watching it shatter on the floor with intense satisfaction.

Jareth sat, or more correctly, sprawled over his throne, brow furrowed in frustration. ..:WHY?:.. The one thought did laps around his mind. ..:The crystal was clouded, WHY, why WHY?!:.. He had been in this state since realising that his attempts at looking in on Sarah, and stranger still, her best friend, Angelina were completely fruitless while they were inside a building. He had few problems outside, but he was increasingly bothered with his inability to keep tabs on everything they said and did. He could have gone to the above ground as an owl, but that was by far more likely to catch their attention. ..:what could POSSIBLY be inhibiting my magik like this?:.. His thoughts grated down well worn tracks. ..:The only thing I know that I know of that could do this is Faen magik. And if it is Faen magik.who is the wielder and why does he or she have such an interest in these two?:.. The Goblin King paced in aggrivation, he summoned a crystal and once more tried to look in on Sarah and her best friend and By some odd quirk, he was able to. He stared deep into the crystal at the two girls sitting outside at a café outside. ..: Well that explains why it's working:.. They were laughing and smiling, an odd change from the last time he had seen them, particularly since Sarah had been unconscious at the time. Jareth watched them until them went inside and the crystal clouded over again. He banished it angrily and sunk back into his thoughts of the two women and why his crystals were useless at that point.