Dieja was freezing cold. she crossed her arms, and her bottom lip shivered. She was going to catch her death in the clothing she was wearing. A thin pressed silk dress, with a golden hooped belt, and several gold bracelts one her arm.

Dieja looked down at her feet, which had no shoes, and were blue from the cold.

Her hair, which used to be all blonde and slightly curled, was now wet, tangled, and the once-curled ends were now strait and frozen.

Dieja shut her eyes tight, as a car sped by, apparently not seeing her, therefore spraying her with muddy water. Dieja cried softly to herself, wishing for someone to come get her. She collapsed to the muddy ground, She wanted to die, right then and there. She'd never been so cold in her life. She thought of Loki, of her kind soul, and the Fireys. She thought of Moro, of their fight, and on how quickly they had made up. She also thought of Alexandria, always being put down, but always ready to protect her friends. Then, finally, her thoughts turned to Jareth. How much she had loved him, and how much he had hurt her. She had always hidden it from him, but, still, she had a deep longing for him once more.

The color in her eyes were no longer a beautiful blue, was now faded.Dieja pulled her knees up to her face. She was near death, freezing, nderneath a tree, in a gigantic storm. Never, in her life, had she been so cold. Her hair was a tangled mess, and it was frozen. Her lips were blue, and so was her hands and feet. She most likely had pnemonia. She had no magic left, from giving Loki most of her life, so she was basically mortal, and about to die.

She continued to think, and she cried softly, thought it couldn't really be noticed because of the cold rain that was already dripping down her face. She thought of her faeries, how they always looked up to her, and were always there to protect her.

I treated them so badly.Dieja thought to herself, and it was not true, but she thought it was. They might leave me if I contiue to treat them like this, IF I survive this night. She had stopped pacing a few minutes ago, for she had no more strength to do so. She was just inches from death. Her now whitish eyes, which were once a livley blue, were growing ever paler.

She thought to herself, grieving; If I'm destined to die, please not let it be tonight.

Draco stared at Ana. "Moro will you please hold her?" Draco asked holding out Ana to Moro. when she took her Draco turned to face Jareth and he whipped out he wand. he knew just what he was going to do. "AVADA KAVARA!" Draco shouted pointing his wand at the goblin king, but instead of a green flash of light a large iron sword flew from the tip of the wand. it flew across the room and hit Jareth right in the stomach.

Dieja, who now had pnemonia, suddelny had another splitting pain in her side, She had no stregnth to scream, but instead, didn't move? Dieja Opened her eyes. She saw a shadowy figure, across a feild. Who was that. She didn't care. She was too cold and to sick to do anything.

Moro screamed, "JARETH!!". Jareth looked down at the sword pudruiding(sp?) from his stomach. He grabbed it by the handle and pulled it out with a loud groan. The bloody sword claddered to the ground echoing. He looked at each of the persons in the room. Loki lying on the bed. Moro, mouth open in horror, and amazment that he was still standing. Little Ana in Moro's arms. Then at his attacker, Draco. Anger and rage writen on his face. Suddenly the door burst open and in came Casera and Araie. Casera screamed. Jareth fell to the floor. Moro put Ana on the bed and ran over to him, along with Araie. Everything seemed to slow down. Jareth realized that this was the end of his days.

Draco stared at his best friend lying on the stone floor bleeding. He walked to Ana and picked her up, he stared at the small thing. one love had left his life and one had entered.

Araie looked at Jareth with tears in his eyes. When Bowen had died, Araie was in the care of Jareth's. He did the same with Jareth as he did with Bowen. He was always there for him, even through the war. Now there was nothing he could do for him. Moro had put Jareth's head in her lap. His breathing was labored, he was shaking, and sweat beaded his face. Blood pooled on the floor, from his wound. An unexplainable rage went though Moro. She had never felt this angery(sp?) before. She turned her head toward Draco, with fire in her deep eyes.

Draco felt the guilt hit him for the first time. he thought about how he could have stopped the 2 fighting cousins. if he had this would have never have happened. Loki would stilll be alive and Jareth would be just fine. the guilt hit him hard.

Moro turned back to Jareth, "Jareth?".He looked into her eyes. The fallen Goblin King gave a weak smile, "Hey....Moro." he managed to choke out. "There...was one...other thing...about....Ana...that I didn't....mention..." "Yes?" she asked. "When I....went out..in search of her...I ran..across a demon of some sort....it...it had Ana trapped....I...hit it with a crystal...it was supposely knocked out.... but- " Jareth groaned with pain.

Draco walked to the fallen iron sword. he picked it up. he stared at the blade there was something writen on it...it was hard to make-out..."Salesar Sytherin(sp?)" Draco read, he gasped and dropped the sword. 'i killed my best friend with the one thing i've tried to leave behind all these years

"W-What?"choked Jareth.(I KNOW VERY LONG POST!...NEED A REST.....)

Dieja pulled her crossed arms high up to her shoulders, in a sad attempt to get warmer.

She coughed in her sickness, and bowed her her head. lightning cracked the sky above, dangerously close to the tree she was under.

She was about to go unconcious,(sp?) for the cold was to much to bear. The shadowy figure accross the field grew ever closer, but Dieja still, continued to ignore it. Her dress, once a pure silky white, was now covered in mud and ice. Her once bright and shiny blonde hair was now streaked with blood and dirt, and most importantly, her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes, were now a pure white. Another car sped by, but slowed.

Then stopped completly. A ton of drunken teens climbed out of the car, laughing, not noticing her. They were just drunk, and had only stopped to- to throw up! Gross!

Loki walked through the field toward her dying friend. she was wearing all black, even her hair had black stripes in it.her large wings were coming out of her back. she reached her "Dieja take my hand"

Dieja slowly, unsure, but hypnotised by Loki's voice, reached out, even in her weak state, and her ice-caked hand met Loki's.

When their hands touched they suddenly were back in front of the castle. "Good bye Dieja......." Loki said smiling at her friend. "Please watch over them for me"

Dieja slowly looked up at the face of Loki, and then collapsed on the steps to the Goblin Castle.

SOMEWHERE ABOVEGROUND IN THE WIZARDING WORLD....(liz? plez don't tell sarah my character....)

As he sat in his chair in the great hall, he sensed something was wrong. He didn't know how, but he did. He quietly whipered something to the old wizard sitting next to him. The old wizard nodded. He nodded his thanks and left the Great Hall.As soon as he was out of sight of the students and teachers, he dissappeared, on his way to the Underground. He appeared in front of the Goblin King's Castle. He looked and saw a woman on the stairs. He walked over to her and picked her up, and opened the great doors with his tail.

Dieja coughed, and felt someone picking her up. She didn't fight it as the man carried her to the Castle Doors.

He knew his way around the castle. So he made his way to an empty chamber. Nothing too fancy in the room. His claws clicked on the hard floor. Then he laid her down on the bed. Holding the sides of her head he closed his eyes and consentrated. He transferred some of his energy to her. As soon as he was done, he walked back to the door his tail closing it behind him

Dieja stirred. She had some energy transferred to her. She winced at the pain she had, every time she took a breath. The energy given to her had maed her life more stable, but it did not cure her. It would be a while before she was well again.

He decided that he better keep an eye on the mystyious woman. Back in the room he noticed that it was a bit chilly, so he walked to the fireplace and blew a blue fireball into the fireplace. Behind him he heard the woman stir.

Dieja was having a dream. A girl, no older than 12, with blonde hair, and brilliant blue eyes, was riding a bycicle down her street. Three other girls were sitting on the sidewalk, and one, the one in the middle, threw a stick in the girls path. As soon as the young girl on the bycicle hit it, the bike threw her off, and she went tumbling to the ground. The three girls laughed and ran away, and the poor child was in the street, alone. Her arm was broken, and she cried, cried quietly.

He glanced at the woman on the bed. Then he turned and stretched out on the rug near the fireplace. Then he started grooming himself since he had nothing else to do till she woke up. His bat-like wings with soft hair on them were sore from the flight earlier today.

Dieja's dream contiued. Night fell, (it was just sunset when she fell off her bike) and still, nobody came to help her. She muttered, Someone save me... someone take me away... please... (how old would Jareth be?)The girl looked up, at the face of Jareth. As soon as she looked into his cold eyes, she knew it was him. The Goblin King. Jareth smiled, and produced a crystal. With her good arm, the girl reached out and touched it, sending her to the Underground. Dieja woke up with a start. She was no longer cold, but her eyes were still white and her magic was still absent.

He heard the woman wake."You're finially awake." his voice was deep with a slight growl when he talked."You are probably wondering who I am."

Dieja turned her head. she stared at the fire, and nodded. (*pant*... *gasp* *wheeze*... must... stop... typing... such... long messages... *wheeze*)

He stood up on all fours, his body a black sillowette(sp?) agaist the roaring blue fire in the fireplace."My name is Gryffin. I'm only part of the form I am in presently." he stepped into the moonlight. There stood a dark green dragon, with two off-white, chipped horns, growing out of his head. He had a yellowish white underbelly. And his eyes were an emerald green with yellow whites. His wings were folded up on his back.

Dieja gasped. She'd never seen anybody like this before! "Wh-What do you want? Wh-Why are you here?"

The dragon took a step forward, deadly claws clicking on the floor."Not exactly the answer I was looking for, but you can't have everything in life. Well, before I tell you anything else, I want to know your name, please."He took another step forward and sat down.

Dieja took a deep breath. "My name? You want to know my name?" Dieja nodded. "My name is Dieja, my castle is just on the North side of the Labyrinth."

"Dieja...hm..Oh yes! Dieja!...So, this is the Dieja that Jareth was talking about." said Gryffin. Smiling at the woman.

Dieja grunted, and smiled back, then, her lovely smile faded. "When has Jareth talked about me? The only people I thought he talked about in casual social conversations

was Moro and his neice, Casera!"

Gryffin shook his head, "No, he talked about you too. He never mentioned Casera to me though. Did you know that he and I grew up together?" asked the dragon.

Dieja was surpried. "You grew up with Jareth?"

Somehow I never pictured Jareth growing up... she said quietly. WHERE did you grow up even?

Gryffin nodded, "Yeah I grew up with J...Heck, he pracitically lived with me.. because he had no parents at the time. We both went to this school, where they teach magic, and help youngsters, and older folk with their powers(NO LIZ NOT HOGWARTS!!). We were the pranksers of the school at the time...Those were great days...now..we barely see each other because of our work."

Dieja laughed. I know what you mean! Those goblins can sure be a nusiance at times! She coughed again, this time it sounded a little bit better. but, Gryffin, what KIND of things does he say? Jareth, I mean. Dieja asked, with her smile now in kind of a serious frown.

"Well, he told me all the adventures you two had a long time ago. How much he loved you...Last time I saw him, a few months after the war, you could barely get a word out of him, let alone a sentence."

Dieja was astounded. Jareth, at one point, really did love her? Dieja bit her lip, and turned her head. Tears formed behind her eyes, but she did not cry. She Thought of Moro, and how lucky she was. How lucky she was, to have finally found her love.

Gryffin looked at Dieja. He saw and heard her thoughts."He did love you, Dieja. Sorry, I have an ablity to read minds." he turned away and stared into the still roaring blue fire.

Dieja looked at Gryffin, smiled, and rolled her eyes, a smile played accross her lips. She suddenly went into a fit of coughing, and laid back down on the pillow. She looked over, first at Gryffin, then at the portrait above the fireplace. It was a portrait of Moro, sitting on her "To Be Throne," with her hands on her lap. Dieja remembered the fight they had, that seemed like years ago, though it was only about three months.

Gryffin got on the bed and put a clawed hand over Dieja's chest."This might tickle." he said and closed his eyes. A warm red glow traced around his hand and like water dripped onto her.He consentrated on getting rid of her cough.

Dieja felt a tickling sensation. She looked up at Gryffin, and smiled. She couldn't stand it anymore. She burst out laughing.

"Told you." he said not opening his eyes. Then he removed his hand, and opened his eyes. "Feel better?"

Dieja sat up and said, "Yes, thank~you. I believe I still cannot be exposed to the cold, though... or it will come back." Dieja looked at her sleeve, that was covered in dried mud. "Eeeewww...."

"Do I have to do everything for you?" he asked smiling, and with a wave of his left hand the mud was gone."Now, I want you to tell me something. Whats been going on around here lately?"

Dieja frowned. "What do you mean? Moro is getting married to Jareth following Christmas,I don't know about Draco and Loki, though. (she doesn't know she's dead) Loki is having a child, Hoggle is in deep sh!7 with me, and, uh... that's all I know... I think...

"Loki is pregnent?...Geez, I didn't know Draco Malfoy was that ancious(sp?). Moro and Jareth are tieing the knot, 'bout time too. J needs someone. Hoggle is also in it deep with me. I forgot why.."

Loki watched Dieja from the roof of the stone castle just to make sure she got inside. When Griffin came landed Loki nearly fell of the roof. 'what the hell is my old proffesor doing here' Loki thought to herself 'wait...i failed that class! AHHH!' "Oh god! i killed my best friend as the one person my father always wanted me to be..." Draco said slowly

"What do you mean your father wanted to?" Moro said, but her attention turned back toward Jareth, when she heard him groan. "Oh, Jareth." he muttered two words "Get......Gryffin...." then he passed out, unconcious.

Draco looked at the at the window and gasped when he saw his finace sitting on the window sill. one leg was against her chest and the other ws dangling of the sill

"L-Loki?!" Moro said.

"hello Moro Draco" Loki said smiley kindly.

Dieja took a deep breath, of, warm air. She placed a hand on her forehead, and muttered something about needing a margerita. (WHY am I so attached to margaritas today? Just like the kiwi's, its probably just a phase...)

Gryffin, read her mind..again. He made a magarirata(sp?) appear."Here." he said.

Dieja's face lit up. A MARGERITA!! I HAVEN'T HD ONE OF THESE SINCE I WENT TO THE ABOVEGROUND FOR MY LAST TIME AS A MORTAL!

She slapped her hand over her mouth.

Gryffin raised an eyebrow(if he had them...make Dieja ask him a question....i'm bored..).

Dieja rolled her eyes. Then, drifted into thought. When she finally snapped out of it, her drink was completely gone. including the little umbrella. Dieja choked out a little umbrella, and looked at it like it was an explosive. Then, she snapped back to her senses. "So, Uh...Gryfinn... where you from?"

"I'm from all over the place. But, I don't remember where I was born, if thats what you mean." Gryffin answered, laydown on the bed on his back, stretched out.

"Uh..." Dieja looked down at her empty glass, and threw it into the blue fire. "Erm... Uh... what kinda stuff can ya do? I mean like, magic."

"Oh, lots of magic tricks. Mostly anything." Gryffin said making a blood red rose appear. He handed it to Dieja.

Dieja smiled and took the rose, and toched it's soft petals. She then looked over at Gryfin, who was watching her intently. "Uh.. Gryffin, When I was, erm, in the Aboveground, I got this splitting headache, like someone had stabbed me in my stomache." That only happens if someone dear to me is hurt... do you know if..."

"You have that connection with J too huh?" He said sitting up. "Only I don't feel pain, I just get a strong feeling that something is wrong..."

"But... is he okay?" Dieja asked, nervosly biting her lip.

"Don't know.." he then conjured a crystal. "Yeah I also can do this, he taught me." he gazed into it. A look of pure shock written across his face. He dropped the crystal, landing on the bed.

Dieja was trying to conjure a crysal, (but she couldn't) and looked over at the dragon, who was white as a ghost. "Oh God, What is it?"

The dragon handed the crystal to Dieja.

Dieja took the crystal, and looked into it.

She gasped, and dropped the crystal onto the floor, where it shattered like glass then melted away like ice.

A look of horror met the Faerie Queens face, and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

Gryffin jumped off the bed and skidded to the door, "Come on!" he said to Dieja.

Dieja shot up, and snapped her fingers, forgetting she had no magic. She rolled her eyes, and threw on a heavy housecoat, (well, I guess castlecoat cuz... nevermind) and followed Gryffin, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't worry Dieja, he'll be ok."Gryffin said running down the hall(on all fours). Dieja was lagging behind, so he stopped, "Get on." he said "But becareful not to touch my shoulder blades, as I run, they'll tear you to pieces."

Dieja gave his shoulder blades and "egh..." expression, and hopped on the dragons back. She was careful not to get cold, but she really didn't care about herself at the moment.

As soon as she was on Gryffin took off, claws echoing in the halls. A few mins later they arrived at a chamber. "Go in, I'll be right back." and he took off to a random part of the Labyrinth.

Dieja slowly turned the wooden handle, carved to look like a goblin, and slowly peeked inside.

Gryffin jumped out offa balcony, wings catching the wind and flew off to the hedge maze where he'd find what he'd need. If Jareth's wound was as bad as it looked then, there was no hope, but Gryffin dismissed the thought. He spotted what he'd need. He dived out of the sky and landed on the ground. It was a plant used to heal, but if eaten or used on a healthy being, then they'd get very sick and die. It was a redish blue plant named yourik(I JUST MADE IT UP!...GIV ME A BREAK..)Gryffin took a fist full and turned and flew back to the castle at lightning speed, 'Hang on old friend.' he thought.

Dieja tried to hold back tears as she ran over to the dying Jareth, and held his hand, her housecoat was laying, forgotten. She fingered the pendant around her neck, praying. Praying he would live. (Sh!7. gtg. c ya tomarrow! ^_^)