Chapter 11
A day in the life of a panicky mother
Sarah screamed. Her husband came in behind her.
"Jacob! Dakota is gone!"
"What do you mean gone?"
Sarah pointed to the empty room and the open window. There was nothing but a white owl feather, flitting around in the breeze brought in by the window. It said 'notice me! I symbolize something important!'.
As Sarah noticed it, visions clouded her mind. A white ballroom...swirling fabrics...a peach... a castle... a man... goblins... Sarah knew just were Dakota was. Was Dakota safe? Of course not. Was Sarah afraid? No. Somehow, she knew. If a mortal could get through to save a child she really didnt like, then a girl with a touch of magic, off to save her own skin could surely do it.
Sarah wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. So she did. Her husband led her back to bed with a supply of aspirin, hoping she would again become sane. Dakota was fine. He hoped.
Dakota was fine.
She was in fact at the time eating cantaloupe and wondering what her parents were doing and weather her father had commited her mother to the nuthouse or the courthouse yet. Not yet,she figured. But hey, she had Jareth, and she had a war to fight. What did she care?