AN: I do apologize to anyone I have kept waiting for such a long time but I just REALLY wanted to get this chapter done right since it is so important in the story. Anyway again I am sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

Alison sighed, taking off her cloak, "Why does your brother insist on all of this?!"

Jareth looked at his wife, her cheek now completely black and blue, "My darling I wish you would let me heal that."

She did not answer him, her eyes were fixed on the ground, "Alison? Alison, answer me, my love."

Her head snapped up, fear written all over her face, "Sarah," she sprinted down the halls, bursting through each doorway to find not a goblin nor her sister. "Sarah?! Sarah! SARAH!"

The Goblin King ran after her, wondering why she was calling for Sarah, "Alison! Alison come back!"

The Queen did not stop until she got to the throne room, her eyes welling up with tears, "Oh God."

"Dear Lord," Jareth walked over and wrapped his arms around his sobbing wife.

"We left them alone, Jareth. I knew we shouldn't have left them alone, " standing there were Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Ambrosious: stone statues. "He has her, I know he has her."

The fae looked at his wife, "We'll get her back darling, we'll fix all of this."


Sarah struggled against her bindings; wherever she was is was dark, cold, and slimy. She could hear something slithering around on the ground in front of her, every so often sliding over her now bare feet.

"So Sarah, enjoying your stay in my dungeons?" Hethro came in, fire in his hand illuminated the cavern, allowing her to see the thing slithering around was a giant serpent with the head of a bird. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to keep away from it, "Don't mind Cyria she's just trying to make friends, since you are, after all, her dinner," he chuckled menacingly.

The young girl looked up at him, soot covered her face and hands, "Jareth and my sister will stop you. You'll never rule the Underground."

"Oh darling, I can honestly disagree with you on that," she caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, she pulled away sharply, "still as human as your sister. My family can pretend all they want that she's become a fae like them, like me, but they will never see the truth as I do. She holds powers only because she is married to my brother; she is still a human."

Her emerald eyes looked up at him in anger, then at the creature moving around her in fear; she hoped that her sister and Jareth would find her soon, and she hoped that Hoggle and the others were OK, "What did you do to my friends? Did you kidnap them too?"

Hethro smiled, "Hmm? Oh, in a way I did, yes."

"Where are they?"

"See for yourself," he held up a crystal, similar to the ones Jareth always showed her, but the difference was that she didn't see happy things, she saw Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus, andAmbrosious all turned to stone, then, she saw her sister and Jareth: Jareth was angry, and her sister was crying.

"We'll find her, Alison."

"Jareth who knows what your brother will do to her or why he even took her!"

"To lure you in, darling, to lure us in."

The elder brother of the Goblin King snatched the crystal away, "You see? They already know your with me."


Alison fastened the belt of her sheath tighter around her waist, sliding the polished, silver sword into it in one quick motion.

Jareth watched his wife as she continued to conceal knives and daggers within her person, but there was one item of weaponry that stood out, "You have a gun?"

Her sapphire eyes stared at him, "I was trained to use it, Jareth."

"In the Underground things change, you know this."

"Jareth, my love," she walked over and snapped the belt of his arrow quiver a notch tighter, "a gun, is a gun, is a gun. I know this."

He sighed, "I just, I want you to be careful. I am not losing you again."

"You're not losing anyone. I promise you that much."

The two of them left the Goblin City, traveling to the darkest corner of the Underground, a realm that Hethro took a disgusting amount of pride in making terrible. Alison had never seen such a place: everything was either dead or dying, the smell in the air was putrid, and it's inhabitants were the nastiest, foulest, and cruelest creatures. Jareth had been there once before, to banish Hethro following his father's orders; it was worse now than it had been when he first saw it.

"How can anyone live in such a place?" Alison said, her eyes widened with shock.

"Hethro has made it so no one can leave, my darling," The Goblin King wrapped his arm protectively around her shoulders, "stay close."

They continued to the entrance of the realm, a dark cavern that towered over them.

Alison held out her hand, "Vanhin on antaa minulle voimaa ja valoa läpi pimeyteen," a bright light appeared in her hand, illuminating every crevice in the large two of them gasped in horror at the sight: the only way to cross was a path small stepping stones floating in a drink of what only could be catagorized as quick sand. Stalactites of rock pointed down at them like spikes, dripping an unknown substance that hit the quick sand with a hiss, "Jareth."

"Hold on to me, and close your eyes."

The Queen did as he said; yet she didn't know how long she did so, but when she opened her eyes, they had crossed the tunnel...into more treacherous territory. Surrounding them were guards of the castle, slaves to Hethro. "Jareth," her sapphire eyes gazed behind her, only to have a gasp of horror escape her, "Jareth!" she found her husband lying on the ground, his clothes with small holes burned through them, burns on his torso and face.

"The stalactites...drip, poison," his mismatched eyes looked up at her, now bloodshot and teary.

"Sssh, sssh, sssh, don't speak my love," she looked up at the guards, "take us to Hethro. Your ruler."

One of the guards looked at her, his large, glowing green eyes staring at her, "Who are you to give us orders?"

Clapping her hands together, bright light surrounding her, "I am The Goblin Queen! You will take us to your ruler!"

One of the guards lifted the poisoned King into its arms, the group led Alison into the castle, to the dark, unlit throne room, where Hethro sat, her sister, Sarah, chained beside him.

To be continued...

AN: If you want the translation for what Alison says in the cavern, hover your pointer over the sentence and it should show up. If not, send me a message or a review and I'll send it to you! Reviews and support are much appreciated!!!!