"Master, master. Forgive me if you please, but…" Strap dashed into the throne room as Jareth sat casually in his throne. He glared at the goblin with dagger eyes, which was why Strap stopped in his tracks and fell to his knees, bowing as low as he could to the floor.

"That's better. What do you want?" Jareth asked as he stared at the ceiling lazily.

"Your crystal ball. It, it has image, it does." Strap stammered as he lifted up his hand, which was holding Jareth's crystal ball. Jareth's attention was immediately captivated as he stood up.

"An image you say?" Jareth knew his crystal ball only showed images of people or situations that greatly affected him. It was all part of the magic he had put into the ball. He knew if he gazed into this ball, he might see Sarah after a whole year of only fantasizing about her. Jareth grabbed the ball from the goblin minion and walked away, leaving Strap on the floor, stumbling to get up and run out of the room. Alone, Jareth smiled.

"Oh sweet Sarah." And he gazed into the crystal ball.

What he saw was not Sarah, but a girl of about the same age. Dressed from head to toe in dark clothing, carrying a torn up backpack with her auburn hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, the young girl was walking along a road, kicking a stone roughly. Jareth immediately felt disappointed it wasn't Sarah, but wondered why he was seeing her. Then, as if the young girl were in the room with him, he heard in his own mind the thoughts that were racing through the girl's head at that moment. What if it's true? What if there really is a Goblin King? Jareth felt his heart skip a beat and a small smirk crossed his face.

"She is starting to believe in me. But I still don't care. She could very well have the Labyrinth book just like Sarah did." Jareth leaned back, disappointed, still curious why this girl was to mean so much to him, and so he waited, staring into the crystal ball, watching as the girl made her way to a school and walked to her locker. Jareth watched as she brushed her bangs out of her face, and Jareth felt strangely captivated by her beauty. She wasn't Sarah, no, but she had her own way of tugging at his heart. He watched some more, and then saw the young girl turn and look at something.

"So you're talking to me again?" She asked the person who must have been standing next to her. Jareth didn't want to hear her conversation with some stranger. He wanted to figure out who this girl was and how it concerned him. But when the "stranger" answered the girl's question, Jareth knew immediately why the crystal ball had shown him this girl.

"I overreacted, and I'm sorry." Sarah replied. Jareth recognized the voice immediately; it was the love of his life, Sarah. The crystal ball averted its gaze to Sarah, and Jareth longed to touch her fair skin, stroke her long dark hair, but he couldn't have her. She had banned him from her life when she realized he had no power over her. It was the magical barrier that separated the two forever.

Yet as Jareth watched the two girls talking, he realized he now had power over the other girl, who Sarah had called Amy.

"For a brief second Amy, you believed I was real. Now I can reach you. I may not be able to reach Sarah, but I can reach you, Amy. You're the key." Jareth spoke to the crystal ball as if it were a person. He struggled for a moment to take his eyes off of the crystal ball and he put it down next to his throne. With a swift movement of his arms, his tall body transformed into a snow owl, which flapped out of the window, flying toward what he believed was his destiny.