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Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Sarah stepped out of her car and looked up at the traditional New England home. Letting out a sigh and then a smile, she leaned back into the car to pick up a small dog. Tucking the dog under her arm, she walked up the driveway as she dreamily reminisced of days spent in the park, acting out stories and playing with Merlin.

Pausing at the door to mull over what was ahead and fervently praying the little rug rats don't create too much trouble during her stay. Before she even had a chance to knock, the door was thrown open.

"Sarah!" Karen exclaimed, embracing her in a warm hug. "Come in, come in."

"It is so good to be home." Sarah said as she returned the welcoming embrace. She had truly missed her family and had been a little home sick all those years at university.

"Sarah, your father and I can't thank you enough for agreeing to come home and watch the kids."

"Don't worry about it, what with being away at the university, I really haven't been able to spend as much time with them as I would like."

"Hey sweet heart!" Richard called as he came down the stairs holding her three year old half sister, Tessa. Tessa's blue eyes peered out at Sarah from under her mop of curly dark blonde hair.

"Hey Daddy," Sarah enveloped them both in a hug. "Tessa aren't you just getting cuter everyday" She said, tickling the smiling toddler under the chin.

"It is so good to finally have everyone under one roof." Richard remarked.

"I have missed you all so much." Sarah peered around the room expectantly. "Dad, Where is Toby?"

"Upstairs"

Karen frowningly said. "Playing with that blasted Xbox again, no doubt. I knew it was a mistake to buy it for him."

"Now Honey, let the boy have a little fun. It is summer and he deserves a bit of a break." Sarah couldn't help but smile, Typical Karen and Daddy behavior. Before Karen and Richard could get into a full discussion on parenting issues, Sarah announced, "I think I will go upstairs. I know Toby is excited to meet my new dog."

"Just don't give him any ideas Sarah. We are not bringing another dog into this household." Sarah winced. While she truly had come to love her step mother, her little quips could really get on her last nerve. At least, Karen had reluctantly agreed to let Sarah's dog stay in the house during her stay.

Lost in thought, Jareth sat on the window ledge over looking his labyrinth, absent mindedly rolling a crystal from one hand to the other. Watching his kingdom's happenings from above, Jareth idly wondered what havoc the goblins were up to now. If there is one thing his subjects were good at, it was getting into trouble.

With lightening fast reflexes, Jareth hurtled the crystal across the room at the source of an almost imperceptible noise. Braxton, the source of the noise, deftly leapt forward, whipping his sword out to meet the crystal which shattered and disappeared on contact with the iron blade.

"I don't suppose it has ever occurred to you to knock."

Braxton sheathed his sword and gave Jareth a good natured grin.

"What and give you the opportunity to hide out and ignore me, as you surely would."

Jareth gave a small nod, acquiescing to the other fae's all too true prediction.

"As your advisor and friend, I have come to offer you my counsel." Braxton continued.

"And exactly what is it you hope to be advising me about?"

"Ahh, but that is the answer I was hoping you would give me."

Getting off the ledge Jareth's briskly walked over to his long time friend. "You have found out about the Kings' council meeting?"

"I do have my sources."

At this Jareth started to absentmindedly tap his riding crop against his boot, a familiar habit done in times of great distress. "There is something of which I have neglected to inform you. Until the council called me to answer for my actions of the event, it had slipped my mind. You see 10 years ago, my subjects took it upon themselves to steal a child, quite without my knowledge. By the time I found out about their intentions, the child had already been taken"

"I hardly see how this has any relevance. We have runners several times a year in the labyrinth."

"It wasn't the child so much as the wisher that brought the council's attention. The wisher's name is Sarah. She is a creator."

Braxton ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation, "For the love of the underground! Even those simpletons should have known better. Perhaps you should start this story from the beginning." So Jareth sat down with Braxton and told his royal advisor the whole tale.

"So they have asked you to pay a price for the mistake?" Braxton asked.

"Actually, it is the consequences of the actions that concern them the most. The taking of the boy was merely child's play, as the mortals put it. What concerns them is that they have been feeling disturbances from the mortal realm. The council has traced it back to this Sarah Williams. The emanation of the disturbances is coming from a void in her dreams. The council feels it is direct cause of her labyrinth run. They feel they are showing great leniency by giving me a chance to right the wrong." Pausing, Jareth looks directly into Braxton's eyes, "If I fail my Kingdom and my immortality will be forfeit."

Braxton face went blank as he absorbed all the information. "Do you have a plan?"

King Eustace, King of the dwarves paced up and down in front of King Hamon, High King of the Underground.

"I just don't think what we did was right," said Eustace finishing his appeal to Hamon.

"Patience, Eustace, give it time."

"Don't you think that Jareth should know such a basic truth about himself and the creator?"

Sighing and giving into annoyance Hamon said scornfully, "If my son is ever to rule anything other then goblins, he is going to have to master fixing his own mistakes." Seeing that Eustace was about to object Hamon held up a hand forestalling him. "It does not matter that his problems are personal in nature. A king does not retire for the night like a mere cobbler. Everything he does reflects on his rule. I have already shown enough generosity. He will have to solve this problem for himself. Come it is getting late, my good friend. It is high time we both retired." Hamon saw his friend's mouth began to open in protest and then closed it.

"Goodnight," Eustace said in resignation.