Sarah sat on the bed, looking at the ball gown as if it could answer her questions. Should she wear it - it was a gift after all from a man who was getting married in less than an hour. She fingered the delicate gold lace floral tulle that covered the creamy ivory bodice. The full skirt was a golden shimmer of light and sparkles. It was beautiful and it was sad. She didn't know what was happening to her, the urges to either kill or kiss Jareth were filling her mind, making her uncertain of her goal. How do you tell someone you love them when you hate them so much, she wondered. Why did he bring her here to show her all that she could never have?

Why had she attacked Doug when she'd wished for Jareth? Why had she felt the overwhelming urge to attack Genevieve? Too many questions flew around her mind and she hugged the gown to her tightly, remembering her dream. Why now? It had all started with that book, hadn't it? Astral projection and dreaming for things that were out of reach. She'd grown older but not wiser it seemed. She was still reaching for things that were no longer offered to her and it hurt like hell.

She decided to calmly think about all that had happened to her since she'd gotten that first book. She'd thought Jareth had been sending the books, and the dreams. Trying to trick her, convince her that she had been in the wrong for not taking his offer years ago. Now she wasn't so sure. He seemed on edge, as if he was uncertain why she was back - and that made her very nervous. Sighing, she lifted her gaze to the large window he'd been sitting at minutes before and bit her lip. A book sat there, larger than the others she'd been given and she jumped up to grab it.

The cover simply read Sarah. Opening its pages she saw a painting of the castle she'd seen in her dream. Under the painting was an inscription, True magic is not absolute power, but a heart finding its way home. What if you didn't have a home? What if the place you thought was home was really just an illusion? Groaning in the beginnings of despair, she opened to the first chapter and saw her story, her life in words from the time she was a baby. All of the ways her heart had opened to those around her over the years as she searched for the one place she belonged. All of the mistakes she'd made with people in her life, all of the successes she'd had - it was all there in black and white, no sugar coating to soothe her unsteady heart. Then she stopped, the last chapter was the Labyrinth, her wishing Toby away and her journey to save him.

The Goblin King had offered the girl her dreams and was refused. His heart broke into a million pieces and sadly, he sent her away from his heart. Cast back into her own world with the babe, the girl was still destined to become Queen of Wishes one day if only she could learn how to wish for the correct outcome.

As the future Queen, Sarah had it in her to wish for that outcome, but did not realize it. Whatever was her true path, she would will it into being, even at the cost of her own well being. If she desired the king she had refused, that desire unfulfilled would consume her until she admitted it. And even then, the burning would feed her emotions, blinding her to all others. She would protect him, comfort him, need him. But he would not be given to her so easily - she must earn the love she'd thrown away before, she must prove her devotion even as she sought for him to claim her heart.

And that is the way of wishes, each wish the girl made would make her stronger, bring her into her powers more readily. But it would not be an easy road. And once she chose that path, there would be no going back. She would be queen for all of time and would never be able to abandon her realm. She'd be able to go freely Above Ground then Under, but her heart would always be with her castle and her dreams. That is the way of wishes made in her honor. The Labyrinth had seen it and foretold it and would not be denied foever.

One day, the Labyrinth had had enough. The girl was ready to face her destiny and the king was ready to let her. As in the prophecy, the books were sent to the girl as needed, each teaching her a bit more of her path. A great castle was built for her beyond the Goblin City, waiting for her to claim it - to claim her king. But was the girl ready to claim what was hers? Was she woman enough to tame the great Goblin King and make him her slave?

Honestly Sarah - are you ready to claim what is yours by right?

Sarah stared at the words - was the book talking to her? She shut her eyes then looked again. There was another line that hadn't been there before.

Silly girl, you know you want the fool. And your kingdom is as great, but only if you choose to claim it as your own. Don't be daft, child. We've all waited to long for you as it is. Claim Jareth - claim your king and all will be revealed. The King of Dreams without a Queen of Wishes is only half a man.

Sarah read the words over and over until her eyes blurred and her breath became shallow. Claim her king when he's to be married to another? A low growl came out of no where and she was startled to realize she'd made the sound. Yes, I will claim him for my own, but he will suffer for his torment first.

She dressed quickly in the beautiful gown, and made her way to the great ballroom, a smile on her face that frightened all who crossed her path.

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The ballroom was filled with flowers of all colors and shapes, a visual feast that made Genevieve's heart swell. She knew that Jareth had been waiting for his Champion for some years now and though she might be a bit put off that their grand reunion would be in the middle of her wedding, she could not be bitter. She was after all, marrying the king of Wisdom and that was a prize she was grateful for indeed.

The musicians were busy, the servants were hustling about with last minute decorations. All was going well. She gathered up the folds of her dressing gown and made her way out of the ballroom.

Large trays of steaming food would be brought forth after the ceremony and her stomach rumbled. She put a nervous hand over it, grinning. She felt like a girl again.

The room may be ready, but the bride still hadn't done her own hair, she giggled. Turning to glance one last time at the ball room she hoped Jareth and Sarah would have their own happy ending soon.