A/N: Wow, this is definitely turning out to be pretty good. :) don't forget to favorite and review 3

Sarah was struggling through the confines of her slumber. Her dreams were always troubled as if someone was trying to contact her but couldn't get through. She would awake in a chamber lit aglow by candle light. Two ladies fair of face with long flowing hair would come and attend to her needs. They kept talking in lilting voices trying to convince her to do one thing or another. They were not of importance; it was the imposing figure lounging upon his crumbling throne.

He would fix her with a piercing stare with his glowing green eyes. After he was attended to he would make a gesture with his hand and the two women would restrain Sarah back upon the stone table. They would then give her a liquid that had a purple hue to it. When she had drank every last drop she would slip back into unconsciousness.

Jareth and Merowech had reached a river churning and twisted through a dead valley. Jareth looked down and could see faces in the water; elves, far, fairies, trolls, dwarves, there even seemed to be a dragon. He glanced over at his father, "This is the river of the dead, we are in the land of the spirits."

"Aye, we must traveled the troubled road and watch all these accursed creatures. My brother hid his lair well, deep within this realm. He sat himself up on high in a shining citadel. There are stone steps at the base of a grand mountain; we shall climb them and eventually reach Oberon's lair."

They stood at the shore and waited, and waited. Eventually a dark wood boat with elegant design came gliding toward them; at its helm stood a frail looking fae man. He looked at them disdainfully, his hair was long and shining silver, wrapped around his waist. He was in a suit of smoke, it draped around him like a cloak. A wizened finger pointed towards them and the boat came abreast on the shore.

"Woe unto you, ye souls depraved!" his voice resounded sure and strong.

"We have come to fetch Oberon." Merowech declared and stepped into the boat giving the man two golden coins.

Jareth stepped into the boat behind Merowech and the man pushed the boat off the shore. They head towards the other side, the land looked the same but figures adorned the hillsides. Jareth looked back down into the river, looking upon the faces of those that died in war. The bodies would swarm and curl around one another, on many occasions it was hard to determine what race they were from.

Eventually they reached the distant shore and departed from their boat guide. Upon the banks were nude human spirits, those that were deemed for their misdeeds. These were those who were eternally tied to one another; tormented by wind demons. They would blow them every which way, come and tug on hair, rip wings, or chain the couples to metal poles for their amusement.

Jareth watched it all with a thought of horror, 'What if Sarah were to become like that...' he couldn't bear the thought.

Merowech and Jareth walked in silence until the gleeful screeches of the wind demons could no longer be heard.

"Do not stress about those whose fate has been dealt. These are but mortals paying their dues for the wrongs they have committed. Who is to say where we will end up when our time has come." Merowech wrapped his left arm around Jareth's shoulder, "come my boy we have many steps yet to take."

There are great pits of mud that come and replace the stoney hills. Dryads with skin dyed brown and eyes rimmed red ; flit from spirit to spirit uttering shrill cries. A great dog with many heads, black as night and eyes as red as its masters. He growls deep if a spirit tries to leave its place. Wind, hail, rain; they all twist and change and fall upon this stretch of land.

Jareth looked on as the spirit of a man ran out from the mud. A dryad shrieked and chased him; eventually catching him she changes her willowy hand into a stake and drives it through his chest. One, twice, thrice; the man screams in agony. Cerberus stands up and growls, slowly stalking through the mud towards the man. The man shrieks again as he sees Cerberus stalking near; he runs back into the mud and does not leave again. His plaintive wails fill the air and the dryad turns and gives Jareth a glare.

Feeling unsettled he turns away from the sight and catches up to Merowech who is waiting for him ahead.

"Will these spirits ever be freed of their torment?"

"They might but there is no telling, the gods do as they wish and we are all pawns in their games."

A narrow arch-way appeared and at this point the weather had went back to that dull dry wind. A gollum was perched upon the wall and leered down at them, "living flesh and living bone, why don't you just go home?" He then began to cackle madly and scurried away.

There were giants rolling boulders, crashing against one another. They were sowing the ground with souls, in-between the boulders huddled groups of spirits. The ground was flattened and as Jareth looked down he could see remains of faces or limbs. He looked up at his father in horror and in turn they both walked swiftly though this terrain. Finally their feet came upon a dusty trail and they both let out a sigh of relief.

Sand and stone lay askew on a beach. Crashing waves and more faces of torment were seen about. Vixens came from the sky laughing with glee, poking their talons into the restless souls. If souls could bleed true blood and die, this would be the ocean of the dead.

The boatsmen came again shrouded in his billowing smoke. He raised out his hand and Merowech handed him more gold coins. Across the other side of the sea, blue-green flames could be seen licking the sides of great stone towers. There was a city of ruin, an ancient place pulled down by the gods to punish the humans above.

A/N: I'll stop it here for now, I may add a bit more and then continue on with Chapter 3.