Kira woke with the setting of the sun and the rising of the stars. The radio was playing the late night love show. She got to her feet and shut it off, not intending to listen to it for a little while. She set her prized book down on her bed, unbolted the door and walked out.

The lights weren't on and the house was silent. It meant one of two things- Sarah and James had went at it again and were exhausted or they had left to go somewhere other than her house. Kira snuck up to her parent's door and listened. No sound. They were off.

Kira didn't mind, not one bit. It use to bother her that her parents would go off without a warning but she grew accustom to it over time. It just meant she'd have more time without the constant fighting that went on inside her house. Though when she thought about it, today was rather calm compared to some days.

Kira walked outside, heading to the small woods behind her house. The moon shown brightly through the gaps in between the leaves and trees, illuminating the path her feet walked perfectly. The trees whispered to her secrets they had seen over the years mingling with the sounds of the sleeping creatures was music to her. The smells of the different variety of trees, moss, grass and dirt tickled her nose pleasantly. It felt like coming to a home where she was accepted and wanted, the exact opposite of her real home life.

The trees gave way to grass for a small distance, sheltering her from the world outside the trees. She always came here whenever she could get away; it was her safe haven from everyday life.

She sat on the cool grass, letting everything join the wind walking by. The wind caressed her body like a lover, cooling her down and putting everything on hold. It was bliss for her.

Then a memory she thought she had buried surfaced.

"Mommy," Kira's littler self came running in the house, a look of pure hurt covered her small face. A gang of relentless boys had followed her home to tease her all the way about her appearance. Sarah was sitting at the table, reading the comics in the newspaper. She stared at her daughter, a look of annoyance on her face. "How come I'm so different from all the other kids?"

"Because, you were born wrong." She said without emotion as she continued to read the newspaper. Kira stared at her like she didn't know the woman, tears brimming in her bright eyes. With those harsh words repeating in her head, she ran out of the room and into her bedroom.

The real world had broken into the serenity of her little bubble, shattering the peace and bringing the pain back. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. The memory was one of the many that she had tried to bury deep within the recesses of her mind.

She rose to her feet, fighting with her self to make it stop. It flashed before her eyes over and over, the harsh words ringing in her ears. She couldn't take it anymore. Without even thinking, she conjured a crystal and threw it at one of the trees as hard as she could. The crystal crashed into the tree, catching it on fire as it broke. The flames consumed the tree in seconds, threatening the others.

"Ah come on." She moaned as she conjured another onyx orb and threw it at the blazing tree. Water consumed the fire and it was out in seconds. Yet another crystal was chucked at the tree, repairing the damage done to it. With some energy spent and wariness setting in, she walked towards home.

What she didn't notice was she had caught a certain Goblin King's attention with her use of magic.

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Jareth sat in his throne as he always did one leg over the armrest and the other on the ground. The day had turned into night and still his wife and son weren't home. They had gone to some party where his son, Cullen, had somehow been forced to go. Not by Jareth's wishes mind you. He would've rather had Cullen stay in the castle than go.

The day was uneventful, like it usually was when a child wasn't wished away. But it was quiet. Of course this was because the goblins were at home asleep. It was one of those quiet nights that even a needle dropping would shatter it and then the hustling sound would break back in.

That was until Jareth heard the sound of a smashing crystal then the roar of fire. He leapt off of his throne and ran to the window, thinking a drunken goblin had smashed a lantern and set his house on fire. But when he looked, there was only peace and calm in the city below. But Jareth could still hear the fire burning in his Fae ears. Summoning a crystal he willed it to show him what that sound was.

Before his mismatched eyes a burning tree surrounded by trees being threatened, a young woman with black and silvery white hair dressed in black stood in the middle of the clearing. "Ah come on," she said as she produced a crystal! out of thin air. Chucking it at the tree, the flames were extinguished and with another crystal the damage repaired.

This was curious to The Goblin King. No Fae was allowed outside the Underground unless it was business or a calling. How would a mere mortal child have such a gift as the crystals? Crystal producing was rare amongst the Fae people. It was considered a sign of great power if one could produce a crystal. How could a mere mortal child be of such power?

He watched her walk home, fighting off the weakness in her stance. She walked right up to Sarah's house. Then it clicked in Jareth's head- she must be Sarah's daughter. But then that must've meant...

Jareth dropped the crystal and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a small pile of glitter in his wake.

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This isn't really gonna be with Sarah/Jareth. Sorry everyone, I am for the pairing don't get me wrong. Sorry everyone. But I will write a Sarah/Jareth story later *wicked grin*.