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Malya stirred slowly and then opened her eyes. She was very scared when she discovered that she lay in a very nice bed with warm blankets and one of the fluffiest pillows she had been on in a long time.

She sat turned her head to her left and saw Jareth and Hoggle smiling at her. In a corner, Sir Didymus, his loyal steed Ambrotious, and Ludo were sleeping soundly and almost peacefully.

"Hello Malya," Jareth smiled. As she sat up, he handed her a cup of hot tea. "It's been so long since we've seen one another."

"Yes, it has been," smiled Malya. Then she winced. "Ouch. These marks on my back are like murder."

"Yes, I'm sure Janet has spared nothing to make sure that your discomfort is clear to everyone," sighed Jareth.

"She is an awful fae, sir," said Malya, grasping her mug. It was the first hot thing she had had in who knew how long?

"Listen, Malya," said Jareth. "I know you've been through a lot, and I know you probably just want to go back to sleep. And honestly, I do not blame you. But right now, I need you to tell me everything that you know about my wife, Sarah." Malya's face immediately lit up at the sound of her friends name.

"Yes, I know Sarah," she smiled. "I made friends with her while I was still in Janet's care. She is really nice, sir. Only, I feel very sorry for her and for her baby, sire."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you are," sighed Janet. He didn't mean to be impatient or even angry with his favorite goblin maid, but he needed to find out what had happened to his wife. "Listen, Malya, what do you know about Janet and her plans with Sarah?"

"I don't really know much of anything, sir," said Malya sorrowfully. "All I know is that she was angry with a human girl because she had married you, sir, and that she said herself that she would do anything to stop this girl from having her baby in the comforts of Jareth's care."

"Blasted wench," grumbled Jareth, shaking his fist. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and another goblin maid entered.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sire, but this letter has just arrived for you in the mail," she said.

"Okay, bring it here," said Jareth. He took the letter from the maid and then ordered for her to leave once again.

"Well, let me see what I have here," sighed Jareth. He quickly read the one line that it had on it. He crumpled it a bit and prepared himself to rip it in two, but decided better on it. Instead, he called for Sir Didymus, who had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, Sir Jareth?" asked Sir Didymus, taking off his hat and bowing.

"Take this to my mother and father and make sure they read it. Then, tell them to come here and be swift about it." Sir Hoggle bowed, mounted his 'steed', and tore off for another wing of the castle.

"Rest, now, Malya," said Jareth. "You'll need your rest if you want to continue working for me." They smiled at each other and Jareth stood to leave.

"May I ask what was in that note?" asked Malya.

"It said, 'So it begins' and was signed by Janet," said Jareth. "She was always one for dramatics, even in Fae School. She was the head drama queen. Possibly the biggest diva you could find." With that, he exited the room, leaving Malya to roll over and rest all she wanted to. She was glad to know that she was finally far away from that cruel fae that had made her life miserable for the past several years.
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Herman and Jasmine rushed into Jareth's throne room.

"Oh, son, we just read the note," said Jasmine dramatically.

"Jasmine, let us men handle this," said Herman sternly.

"If I left everything up to you and Jareth-

"Later, mom and dad," said Jareth. "Right now, we have to figure out where this is going and how far Janet is really taking this. She's not one to give up, you know. If we can figure out where this paper came from, we can at least know in which part of the Underground she is in."

"How is that, dear?" asked Janet.

"Yes, I'm a little curious myself," said Herman.

"Well, you see, there are four different kinds of paper used here in the underground. The North, which is us, uses a harder, more thick kind of paper. The South uses a different kind, as well as the west and the east. So she is in either one of those areas. We just have to figure out where that is exactly."

"We're right behind you, son," said Herman.

"Great," smiled Jareth. "Now let's get started..."