Disclaimer: I do not own Jareth, Sarah, Hoggle, etc and or any other characters created by the wonderful and amazing Jim Henson and Brian Froud. Enjoy =)

So yes it's been a long long while. Haha! I tried several times to complete another chapter but I couldnt see where the story was going to go anymore. My original idea just didnt make sense to me anymore. So this chapter goes into more detail about some of the backstory to what is going to happen later. I know it may not be as entertaining but I do have plans to write more, a lot sooner than 4 years! It's sad though...I wrote the first chapter originally in 2003 or 2004 I believe. WOO! Happy Reading everyone :)

Chapter 2 - The Legend of Easten

Sarah woke with a start, her breath catching briefly.

"Wha…", She said drowsily.

Seeing the dim light of morning, she slowed her breathing and sighed with relief.

"Just a dream then, thank goodness." She sat up and went to rub her eyes when she felt something sharp digging into her fisted hand.

She opened it slowly, revealing a small gold ring with a deep ruby at its center. Wide eyed and confused, Sarah tossed the ring across the bed as if it had burned her hand.

"No...No, no, no!" She shook her head. "This can't be real it just can't! I put that in that creatures box and—" she stopped short. Though she did not want the fact that Jareth was truly back to be real, she remembered that that was her mother's ruby ring.

She stretched out and picked it back up, examining it and then placing it on her right ring finger. It was hers all right. It glittered softly in the light now brightening in her room as the minutes passed.

She recalled her dream, which seemed to only be moments ago. Something was different in his eyes, somehow sad and lonely and lost. Why had he asked her if she loved him? And what was the point of giving her back the ring? He couldn't possibly know its importance. Could he?

Sarah didn't have time to dwell on this now. Looking at her clock she read the time as seven fifteen.

"Well, I suppose I can't just sit here wondering all day…" She mused to herself.

She quickly got out of bed and into the shower, determined to make her day as normal as possible, for as long as possible.

Jareth was leaned against the arch of his bedroom window when his servant gobling, Gairdel, approached warily.

"My Lord…yeh haven't eaten yer breakfast sir. Is it not to yer likin'?"

"I haven't time for food, Gairdel, my kingdom is falling apart at its foundation and that girl is going to fix it." Jareth never looked at his servant, only continued to gaze out the window.

"Ah yes, the girl. How is she to fix this?"

"I don't know yet..I only know that she's the key to everything, just as she always has been. Maybe I read the legends wrong but I have to do something. " he stalked to his throne, pulling a scroll from the table next to it and opening it slowly.

"I always thought ye want'd the girl cause she were a fittin' and fetchin' option for yer queen." Gairdel shifted uneasily from foot to foot, scratching just behind his ear and watching his King search the scroll.

"Yes, well, I had thought the Firelight of Easten would make a fine queen. Seems shes unaware of what she is entirely and she's made a mess of everything."

Gairdel approached the thrown, "She doesn't know?"

Jareth looked up from his reading, slightly annoyed, "No.", he tilted his head. "Del, do you remember the ring I told you to fetch? "

"The ruby, my lord, course I do."

The Goblin king turned the scroll so the goblin servant could see. Drawn just to the right of the text was what seemed to be part of a legend. A mountain of lava and fire was shown and next to it was a small ruby, surrounded with yellow and orange, making its importance known.

"That ring was made here, in our world. Its origins began somewhere inside Mount Dimashin which is told to stretch all the way into the Kingdom of Easten. The legend, as you should know but have obviously forgotten, goes as such:

"Long ago, before the sun and the moons rotated in the sky, they lived in a place called Easten. The Guadian Sun was called Idalia and her twin sisters, The Guardian Moons, were called Mahina and Neoma. Each day, Idalia shown her light and love the people of our world so that the crops would grow and life would be nourished. Each night, Mahina and Neoma would paint the sky with dark blues and purples, making a new masterpiece each time, so that the people would have something to fall asleep to and enjoy and dream of.

Together they were called The Sisters of Easten and were forbidden to interact with the people below, only able to give their gifts to make life flourish. "

Jareth paused and something in his voice changed, sadness maybe?

"The problem with that is Idalia had fallen in love with a mortal man. She pined for him each day as she lay down her light. Her sisters encouraged her longing for him and together devised a scheme to make it so, if only once, she could meet the man and profess herself.

This man was called Udine and he worked as a fisherman out at sea. One evening, as Mahina and Neoma painted their nightly masterpiece, Idalia snuck out in a robe made of starlight. She boarded his ship and finding him, woke him with a kiss on his cheek.

Udine, startled, stood before Idalia and was so taken by her beauty and poise, his love for her came almost at once.

Night by night, they would sit and talk and laugh. Night by night, they fell more deeply in love until the day came that he asked her to marry him. He offered her a ruby ring he had made from the very mountain she lived a top. Idalia, knowing she was already breaking the laws of her home above, told him that though she loved him, she could never truly be his.

Heartbroken, Udine asked that she keep his ring to remember him by and that they share one last night together. She agreed, sad and heartbroken herself. But Idalia had stayed away too long and fell asleep in the arms of her lover only to be awoken by her father, The High King of Easten. Outraged by her meddling and deliberate actions against his rule, he killed the sleeping Udine and condemned Idalia and her sisters to a prison of rotating around our world for all eternity, never able to take mortal form again."

Gairdel spoke up, "I 'member the rest, my lord." He looked to the sun, fading slowly into the horizon. "She were condemned, but not 'fore she bore a daughter. A halfbreed made of two worlds, ours and theirs. Named the girl Sarahina, princess of the Sun and Firelight of Easten."

Jareth nodded and continued, "The High King wanted to kill the child, an abomination to his reign, but Idalia begged him to let her live. In her circulation in the sky, she had discovered another world, Earth, where she could take the child and she could live and be safe. After much convincing, her father agreed, and the girl was sent away." He closed the scroll, letting it drop to the floor.

"Eh, wouldn't that mean bringin her 'ere would stir up trouble?" the goblin servant asked curiously.

"More trouble then I realized. You see, there's another part to it that's not in the text. My mother would tell it to me when I was young. It said that should the Firelight of Easten return, order could be brought back to Mount Dimashin. Ever since Idalia and her sisters were cast permanently into the sky and Sarahina taken to Earth, the mountain has rumbled and threatened eruption. Unfortunately, bringing Sarah here the first time cause it to erupt, even if it was small, it wreaked havoc on my Labyrinth just the same, as well as other territories close by. There's something I'm missing…something else…I have to know what it is, or we very well may be doomed."

The Goblin King placed a hand over his face as Gairdel spoke, "But the ring sir..I thought—"

"The ring just proves who she is. No one else can wear that ring. I know her being here is the key. I just know it."

Gairdel looked to the mountain outside the castle walls, red lava streaming slowly down but drying and turning to rock before reaching the bottom.

"Aye Lord Jareth, we better act fast..."