::Sighs:: School as officially begun. Junior year here I come. I know I have been slacking on the writing of this story and I am very, very, very sorry. This chapter is too hoping that you forgive me. I ain't much but it will have to do as I settle into my school routine.

Hope you like it.

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Part Three
Messages
By Munchy-kins
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With a great hoot Jareth took off from his perch and flew above the populated area below. The houses and streets stood in a dormant state that was only broken by an occasional cry of a seagull and breaking of the waves.

He landed effortlessly on his throne room floor where hundreds of goblins use to gather and annoy the hell out of him. But now the room was bathed in a silence that sent chills down the spine of the person present. That is if that person really cared to listen to what had become of his kingdom.

His black boots clicked on the cold stone floor and the sound echoed threw the entire castle. With a disgruntled sigh he flung himself onto his throne. One leg draped over the armrest and one foot on the floor, he took up his usual position.

Oddly designed eyelids coved mismatched eyes as Jareth brought a gloved hand to rub his wrinkled forehead. Never before had this silence bugged him as it was doing now. In an instant he was in an upright sitting position with his golden head resting between his hands.

He wanted nothing more then to destroy something, anything, to make this silence end. With out a second thought he looked up and conjured a crystal orb. The shattering of glass was the only sound that now permeated the room as Jareth conjured up another orb.

The clicking of heals brought Jareth out of his destructive mood. The crystal orb in his hand disappeared in a second and soon he was back in his lazy position on his throne. In front of him a young elf came into view. Her smile was much like that of a Cheshire cat.

"Back so soon Jareth dear?" she stated more then she ask. Her tone was that of one that could melt the North Pole. She was a pretty little thing, long dark black hair, fierce red brown eyes, and softly feminine features. There was also a chilly air about her. You would never want to cross someone like her.

Jareth narrowed his eyes at her and spoke in an offhanded tone. "I'm in no mood for you today Alatariel."

"Have a bad day." She sneered as she walked closer to the king's throne. "You really should stop your visits. When will you learn you have everything you need right here." A cocky grin made its way onto her features.

The king stood at her words and stalked up to her stopping only when a few inches were between them. Blue and green eyes stared down at her. "You know nothing of which you speak of." With that he turned and marched out of the room leaving the doors to slam shut behind him.

Alatariel just stood where she was. Why was Jareth refusing her, she had offered him everything. What was it that keeps her from ruling him? He would be hers. He was hers by right. The master had stated as much.

"No Jareth, I do know of which I speak of." With that she too turned on her heals and exited. Once outside she looked at the once magnificent kingdom that Jareth had ruled. The hedges were now brown and running wild. Beast and animals alike roamed freely and were cause of much danger. With a snide smile and a small laugh Alatariel was gone. All that was present was a black raven flying over the wild Labyrinth.

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Sarah tossed and turned in her bed. Dreams had come flooding into her peaceful sleep.

She was dressed for the ball that she had dreamed of 11 years ago. Everything seemed the same. Yet a chilling breeze made its way up her spine. Turning she looked into one of the many mirrors in the room. She gasped and stepped back right into someone.

She appeared to be only 15 in the mirror but that wasn't what shocked her. It was the someone whom she had just run into that caused her the shock. Spinning around she stared up at him.

He was just has she remembered him so long ago, yet there seemed to be something terribly wrong. He seemed old and only a shell of himself. Dark rings appeared below his eyes and his once magnificent clothing were tattered and torn. Dirt was smeared across his face.

No one spoke, no one moved. Time was at a stand still. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Sarah could feel her eyes tearing up.

It was true she saw Jareth as an enemy, but she would not wish even this on someone she hated. And if she was to be honest to herself she never really hated the king. In truth she hated who she had to admit she was when Jareth had granted her wish.

A gasp escaped The Goblin King's mouth as he staggered forward trying to touch Sarah; all instincts told him he must. Sarah waited for the impact but the scene dissolved before her eyes.

She now found her self in the woods. These were ancient woods that no outsider had seen since the beginning of time. In the middle of a clearing she saw a group of figures around a slowly burning fire. Stepping closer she saw they wore hooded cloaks that covered their faces. They all seemed to be conversing with one another yet the words were ones she had never heard before. It was a strange tongue that must be dead to the aboveground.

Slowly that scene too disappeared and Sarah found herself in the dark. Sarah would have been scared had she don't felt another presences in the area. It wasn't one that stuck her as scary or as one not suppose to be there. It almost felt like it belonged, yet was very dangerous. Even to Sarah it made no sense.

In the distance a light began to grow and the presences seemed to flee from the light. Sarah's eyes were fixated on the light and she jumped a little when she heard a voice all around her.

"Do you know why I have called you little one?" The voice seemed neither male nor female, young nor old.

"No." For the first time Sarah found her voice.

"Things are changing from what they once were. A time is coming when a battle must play out. The kingdom must be saved but the king has lost his will." Sarah stood there puzzled. What the heck did that mean? What kingdom was he talking about? It was then she noticed she was no longer in the dark. All around her shown a blue sort of soft light that made Sarah feel a little fuzzy inside.

"The king must find his will but he is in need of much help." The words slowly made there way to Sarah's brain. Still none of if made any sense what so ever. She tried to speak but found that she had no voice to do so.

"For now all I can give you is this and hope that you will find its uses." Sarah felt a small weight settle around her neck. She looked down to find a finely made six star necklace had been placed there. It reminded her of something, but just then she couldn't think of it...

With a sudden jerk Sarah's body fell off the bed. A loud thud was heard through out the room and most likely into the hallway. Sarah sat up clutching her bruised head. Sleep fogged eyes tried to make the room come into focus.

With much tenderness Sarah stood up. Her whole body felt bruised from the not so graceful fall. Her fingers fiddled with the charm around her neck. What was it she had been dreaming about? For the life of her Sarah couldn't remember.

Giving up Sarah once again crawled into bed. This time she positioned herself under the covers and once again found herself in the land of dreamless sleep. One hand still held the small six-pointed star charm.

TBC!