By the time that Jareth, Pyrael, and Amael got to Mizumi's castle, it was already in flames. Moraine didn't have many subjects, but the few that it did have were too busy trying to flee their burning home to notice the three Fae.

"Damn," Pyrael muttered as she ran a hand through her unruly hair. She turned to her brother. "She does know that doing something like this makes her look super guilty… right?"

"Well, if that's the case, then we know that we're on the right track," Amael said gently. "Jareth?" She put a gentle hand on her son's arm. "She wouldn't go to all of that trouble to put the memory spell on Sarah and then kidnap her if she only intended to kill her." Jareth flinched away from his mother's words.

"Mom's right, Jar," Pyrael said as she turned her back on the burning castle. "For some reason, Mizumi seems to think that Sarah would be more useful alive then dead. There's not much we can do here now until the fire's burnt out, though. Let's come back to see if we can find any clues in the wreckage."

"What happened?" Moppet asked as soon as the three Fae came back.

"Mizumi's castle burned down, and looked like it was going to take most of Moraine with it," Amael explained to the ablation.

"Yeah, because that's not completely suspicious," Moppet said with a roll of her eyes.

"That's what I said!" Pyrael exclaimed.

"Mizumi was our best lead at finding what happened to Sarah," Moppet said as she bit on her knuckle. "And any other letters that she might have had, she probably burned first."

"Either way, it wouldn't hurt to shift through the ruins," Pyrael said.

"Hey, Jareth…" Moppet started as she turned to the Goblin King. "You wanna know who'll be looking for work now?" He raised an eyebrow and waited for Moppet to continue. "If you show kindness to the people that Mizumi used to employ, maybe they would be willing to tell you some of their mistresses goings on."

"I knew that there was a reason why we were keeping you around other than for pure man-power," Pyrael said with a smirk. Jareth swept out of the room to go tell his goblins to find those who used to work for Mizumi.

"Um, excuse me?" said a footgoblin as he poked his head nervously into the study.

"Yes, what is it?" Amael asked him gently.

"There's a young lady at the front gate, asking to see His Majesty. Only I can't find him at the moment."

"He's probably sulking in his room or kicking some poor goblin around," Pyrael said with a roll of her eyes. "I'll see who it is and tell her that we don't want any girl scout cookies." She left the room in much the same way that her brother had minutes earlier, but paused when she stepped out the front doors of Jareth's castle. A lone, cloaked figure was standing at the front gate, just as the footgoblin had described, only she was obviously trying hard not to be seen. "Can I help you?" she asked as she got closer to the gate. The woman turned to look at Pyrael, and the older Fae gasped; it was Moulin.

"I need to speak with Jareth," she said in a hushed voice. "It's urgent."

"Yes, of course." Pyrael quickly opened the gate and ushered Moulin inside and up to the study.

"What is she doing here?" Moppet asked as the other ablation followed Pyrael inside.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

"Enough of that," Pyrael snapped. "Jareth, this is urgent." Jareth swept back into the room in a shower of sparkly feathers. He took one look at Moulin and then over to Pyrael.

"What is she doing here?"

"I came here to tell you everything that I know about my mother's plans in exchange for sanctuary," Moulin said quickly. Jareth considered Moulin's words for a moment.

"Alright," he said after a while. "I'll hear what you have to say and then decide on if you're worth harboring."

"Jareth!" Amael protested.

"What? I'm not going to risk my own kingdom just for some pretty words!" Jareth hissed. Both Pyrael and Amael looked like they were trying not to strangle Jareth. Jareth gestured to a chair at the table, and Moulin sat, followed by the rest of the women. Jareth stood before Moulin and looked down at her. "Speak."

"My mother has been friends with Helviir the Troll King since just about as long as I can remember," Moulin started.

"Helviir?" Amael whispered. "It's little wonder that we couldn't find the seal— we weren't looking in the right places!" She made a gesture, and an old book flew off the shelves and into her waiting hands. Everybody watched with bated breath as the Fae Queen flipped through the pages, and then pulled out one of the letters that Jareth had taken from Mizumi. "Yes, here is it: the seal from the original royal troll family." Pyrael, Moppet, and Jareth leaned over to look at the image that Amael pointed at.

"Okay, so you might have pointed out who might have had a hand in all of this, but that only leaves so many more questions," Pyrael said as she turned her attention back to Moulin.

"Like why can Helviir do magic that powerful?" Jareth finished for his sister.

"Oh, duh!" Amael exclaimed. "I completely overlooked the trolls because they can't do magic, but I forgot to account for the fact that Helviir's grandmother was a Fae because that was such a long time ago. I'd completely forgotten about Ambriel because she'd died such a long time ago."

"Oh wow, I'd completely forgotten about Ambriel. She used to scare me so much as a kid that whenever I even so much as heard rumors that she was going to come visit us, I'd hide in the catacombs until daddy came to find me," Pyrael said.

"Okay, so even diluted, he's obviously powerful enough to cast the memory spell over Sarah," Jareth said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "That's not important right now." He looked at Moulin for her to continue.

"I don't know what happened yesterday, but mother said that she was going to go speak with Helviir and then she left Drumlin and me at the castle alone. I didn't think too much of it— she takes us to a lot of places, but there are… certain times when she goes off alone. If you catch my meaning."

"We're not here to talk about what Mizumi puts into her body," Amael said flatly.

"No, of course not. But she came back within the hour, and at first I thought that everything was okay, because she just came into the throne room and sat down like she always does. But then she started throwing first crystals, and then sculptures, all over the place and screaming. I left as soon as she started hurling fireballs around."

Jareth spun around on his heel and strode slowly over to the opposite corner of the room. Pyrael rolled her eyes and she and Amael got up and went over to Jareth. Moppet stayed at the table with Moulin.

"What do you think?" Pyrael asked after Jareth had thrown up a privacy spell around the three of them.

"I think that that's a little girl who watched as her mother went crazy and tried to kill her," Amael said.

"Whoa mom! Nobody said anything about killing here!" Pyrael said.

"No, but you also don't exactly see Drumlin here either now, do you?" Amael pointed out.

"There's no way to confirm if she's not with Mizumi until we find Mizumi," Jareth said evenly. Pyrael shrugged absently and looked over her shoulder at the blue-haired girl.

"I think that mother is onto something, though," Pyrael said after a moment of hesitation. "Moulin is completely frightened. And… wouldn't you be, too?"

Jareth mulled over Pyrael's words for a long while. Finally, "Alright, so let's just say that we're going to believe what she says. So Mizumi had some letters with Helviir's seal on them, and they obviously talk about putting… some sort of spell on Sarah, but they don't actually mention it. But what sort of motivation would Helviir have to curse Sarah?"

"That is a good point," Pyrael said with a shake of her finger. "I can see Mizumi doing something like this, because she's always had her eye on you. But Helviir? What does he get out of it?"

"Obviously, the worst thing we could do would be to walk into Helviir's castle and flat-out confront him about this," Amael said slowly. "But Jareth…" Amael put her hand lightly on the crook of Jareth's elbow. "You watched as your friend's castle burnt to the ground, and you're worried about her safety as well as the safety of her two young daughters."

"Mother!" Pyrael hissed. "Jareth's gone completely bat-shit every time we think that we have a lead! Do you honestly think that sending him into Helviir's castle alone is a good idea?"

"No, but it might help us to get a feel for the situation," Amael said with a frown. Her eyes darted over to the two ablation who were talking in low voices at the table. Moppet sensed the gaze of the Fae first, and then Moulin looked up, too. "Helviir might not be so willing to talk to Jareth, though, but maybe if Mizumi's daughter was there… crying… uncertain of the fate of her mother and beloved twin sister…"

"I don't like this."

"I don't like this any better than you do, but if you're expecting safe haven from me in the future, you'd better do everything in your power to help me get Sarah back."

"Jareth, I'm sorry that I couldn't be more helpful. But I know that Helviir has something to do with Sarah's disappearance, though, even if I don't exactly have any proof."

"I should try to be more polite towards you, I know, since you were able to steer us into the direction of Helviir in the first place, but if this pans out, you won't have to worry about anything."

A smallish troll— that is to say, one that was under 6-feet in height— scurried out to the gate to see who was there and what they wanted. "Jareth the Goblin King," Jareth introduced himself. "I'm here to-"

"Yes, yes," the troll said as the gate swung open. "His Majesty has been expecting you." Moulin gave Jareth a panicked look, but Jareth ignored the girl and strolled after the troll. Moulin hurried after them so that she wouldn't be left behind.

"Ah, Goblin King," Helviir said as soon as the foottroll had shown them into the throne room. "I was wondering when you'd be by."

"Judging by the way that you were obviously expecting us, I take it that you already know about our mutual friend, Mizumi?" Jareth asked coolly.

"I can't say that this is a completely unexpected turn of events," Helviir said evenly. "After all, Mizumi has always been ruled by her emotions rather than logic. Take Moulin and Drumlin for example." Moulin flinched at Jareth's side at the mention of her name; the Troll King's dark eyes darted over to her, and she half-hid behind Jareth. "Speaking of her daughters…"

"Moulin came to me, completely distraught, over the events that have taken place," Jareth explained as he reached behind him and yanked Moulin to his side and pulled the hood of her cloak down. "She's completely beside herself with grief over what might have happened to her mother and sister."

"Hm, yes," Helviir said absently as he considered Moulin. "But I can't say that I've seen Mizumi nor Drumlin for quite some time. And they're certainly not here!" He let out a deep laugh. Jareth gave him a dry look but didn't say anything. "You don't believe me?"

"It's not as if I don't believe you, Helviir… It's just that you've give me no reason to believe you."

"Jareth, my friend!" Helviir said as he got up off his throne of sculls and other bones.

"I am not your friend," Jareth said, with ice in his voice.

"Ah, but we should be," Helviir said as he approached the Goblin King. "Trolls and Goblins are not all that different, are they not?" Jareth didn't say anything and watched as Helviir got closer and stopped when there was about two feet of space between them. Beside him, Moulin shivered slightly from fright, but stayed her ground. "Think of all of the things that we might be able to accomplish if we were to become allies, Jareth! With your cunning and the strength of my trolls, we will be able to crush the power from the Fae Queen!"

"That is my mother you're talking about," Jareth hissed. Helviir chuckled slightly.

"Whoops, completely forgot that you're related to all of the Fae rulers, aren't you?" Helviir pasued, thinking. "Well, the rulers in the kingdoms that matter, at any rate." Helviir took a step closer to Jareth, and Moulin ducked behind Jareth again. "Aren't you tired of being on the bottom of the royal hierarchy? What exactly do you think that your children will become? Is that all that you want for your children to become? The Goblin King?" Another step closer. "And if your oldest child becomes Goblin King, what, exactly, would happen to the rest of your children? Goblin Dukes? Goblin Lords?"

A smaller troll ran into the room in a complete panic. "Sir, sir!"

"What is it, Ordrim?" Helviir roared at the other troll. Ordrim shot Jareth and Moulin a worried look; Helviir heaved an annoyed sigh.

"If you will please excuse me for just one moment, Jareth," Helviir said.

"Yes, of course," Jareth said with a faint smile. Helviir swept aside a raged tapestry that hung over a passageway, and Ordrim followed his king inside of it. Jareth silently crossed the room to get closer to the passageway to listen in on the conversation.

"It's the prisoners," Ordrim whispered.

"What about them? What are they doing?"

"That's the thing: I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know!" Helviir roared it loud enough that Jareth probably would have been able to hear it all the way back in his own kingdom.

"Sir, please! Keep your voice down!" Ordrim hissed. Helviir made an odd, growling sound but didn't say anything. "They're just walking around together." Pause. "Well, Naba's flying, but you know what I mean. And for some reason, the ambient temperature of the prison has gone from 4 degrees to 29."

"Damn, I misunderestimated that wretched Elf," Helviir hissed. "Take twice as many guards as you think that you might need, because-" Before Helviir could finish his sentence, a massive explosion rocked the very foundation of the castle.

"And then you just exhale, and focus on breaking the crystal," Naba whispered. Sarah let out a low breath through her nose and threw her arms outward.

A second later, and the glass dome that had been their prison shattered outward. For a brief moment, everything seemed suspended in time. The millions of tiny glass pieces hung in the air and refracted light in every which way… light that has not been there a second ago.

And then, time caught up with Sarah, and the next thing she knew, she was sitting on a table, which seemed to be the correct size. Naba flew circles around the room. "We did it!" she exclaimed as she slid off from the table, careful of the glass shards on the floor.

"We're not out of the woods yet, I'm afraid," Naba said. "We've still got to get-" The only door into the room was thrown open, and two troll guards armed with overly large but dull-looking swords stormed into the room.

"Halt!" one of them ordered in a gruff voice as he pointed his sword at Sarah.

"Oh, I think that I've had enough of people telling me what to do to last a life-time," Sarah said with annoyance. "Especially somebody as ugly as you are." She threw her hand out towards the two guards, and they flew backwards and would have hit the wall had it not completely exploded with the force of Sarah's spell. "Whoops. I think that I over did it."

"Yes, you did," Naba agreed. "But there's no time to worry about that now! We might have had a couple of minutes before, but now everybody in the entire stupid kingdom will know that we've escaped!" Sarah quickly followed Naba out from the room and down so many spiral staircases that she began to feel exceptionally dizzy.

"Where is everybody?" Sarah asked after a while. "You'd think that we would have run into somebody by now."

"I would imagine that there are other, less-obvious ways to get into the room that we were in, so… I spoke too soon and you jinxed us," Naba said as an entire army (or so it seemed) came charging up the stairs with an array of crude weapons.

"Oh come on," Sarah said as she leaned against the wall with exhaustion.

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I'm too exhausted right now to even attempt to do another spell, and if I go back up, then I'm sure to be imprisoned again. Or worse. So yeah, I don't think that I have any other option but to trust you right now."

"Then hang on." Naba flew out over the empty space that dropped down maybe ten stories. "JUMP!" Sarah jumped when the crow yelled, and she caught onto his tailfeathers. They dropped like a lead weight at first and Sarah let out a horrified scream. The trolls threw spears and rocks at the two of them, but they all seemed to just bounce off from them. Naba beat his wings hard and their descent slowed the closer that they got to the ground until Sarah's feet barely touched the stone floor and she let go of Naba. "Come on, this way!"

"Are you sure that this is the way?"

"No, but there's a bunch more guards coming from that way!" Naba exclaimed. Sarah saw the head of a couple of guards coming up from downstairs, and she quickly turned tail and ran in the opposite direction.

"Shit, I don't know how much longer that I can keep this up…" Sarah panted as she ran, and then slowed to a walk.

"Sarah?" a frantic voice called out.

"Jareth?" Sarah asked as she looked around in confusion.

"Sarah!" Jareth, followed by Moulin, burst out from behind a torn tapestry. He ran straight for her and wrapped her in a tight hug, which she was quick to return.

"Um, I hate to break up your little reunion, but…" Moulin said from behind Jareth. Jareth spun around and moved Sarah behind him in one easy movement. Then, he held his hand up, like he was holding a ball, and focused on the empty air above the palm of his hand.

"Jareth…" Moulin whispered as the troll guards got closer and closer.

"Jareth!" Sarah exclaimed. Jareth swung his arm back and acted like he was throwing a bowling ball. The guards all toppled over like pins, except for two who stood at the sides of the room.

"Damn, I hate 7-10 splits," Jareth complained as he spun around, grabbed Sarah's hand, and took off running. Moulin followed after them, and Naba flew over their heads. "I am really glad to see you, precious, but we'll have to save our reunion for a more appropriate time."

"I'm really glad to see you, too," Sarah said with a slight frown that Jareth missed.

"It looks like the quickest way to an inter-kingdom transportation site will be to jump out the window," Naba said.

"Easy for you to say, bird," Jareth said with a scowl.

"It's okay, Jareth," Sarah whispered. "I trust you." Jareth looked back over his shoulder and threw Sarah a tender smile.

"Good, because this is going to be scary as hell." He spun around again so that he was facing Sarah, pulled her into his chest, and ran backwards out through a stained glass window. Sarah screamed and clung onto Jareth as tight as she possibly could with her eyes screwed shut.

A second later, they stumbled over even ground. Sarah let out a couple of shaky breaths, and Jareth tenderly smoothed down Sarah's wild hair. Sarah opened her eyes and looked up into Jareth's face. She let out a weak laugh which quickly turned into tears.

"Precious, it's okay now," Jareth whispered as he ran his thumbs up and down her cheeks to wipe her tears away. "You're safe now. Everything's going to be okay." Sarah tilted her head back and lightly pressed her lips to Jareth's, but the innocent kiss soon became overly passionate and hungry.

Sarah pulled back and violently slapped Jareth. Pyrael and Amael, who had just come into the room with Moulin, winced at Sarah's violent turn of attack.

"I fucking hate you so damned much!" she screamed at him. "How the fuck could you just think that waltzing back into my life after everything that you put me and Toby through would end up okay?"

"Well, I guess she's got her memory back now," Pyrael said with a slight laugh.

It's not over quite yet, so don't worry!