Sarah was bored. She had sat around inside Henry's house all day. She worried he might attempt to turn her in, but assured herself since she was considered dead, there would probably be no reward. Even he didn't recognize her with all of her makeup.

She was able to find some clean water and soap after he left and couldn't help herself. She washed her face, her thick hair and under her arms. She didn't want to use all of Henry's soap, so she put the rest of it back, and put her Goblin City mask back into place.

She was faster at putting her wig and make up on since she knew what she wanted to do this time. She was done in less than five minutes and looked better than before. She still wanted one of those enchanted masks that Henry had, but he said he only had one and that it took him years to acquire it. A shame. She thought.

Sarah went out to the center of town for a bit. She brought her bag and traded her pencil box for a hair piece. She began inquiring about "fae repellent" which worried many merchants. Finally, a goblin with a shiny nose ring and long pointed ears took her into his shop.

"What exactly are you looking for?" He said as he stepped behind a counter.

Sarah looked around the shop. It was dark with a mixture of different shaped glass bottles. Some held strange insects or glowing liquids with lava lamp qualities. "I have a fae after me." Sarah explained. "If he gets close, I just want some kind of defense."

The goblin behind the counter smiled a toothless grin. "I think I know exactly what you need."

Sarah had the concoction and directions safely in her pocket when she returned to Henry's place. She sat down at the window thinking about Hoggle and her other friends when Henry burst happily in the door.

"I have a plan." He said giddily in his goblin voice. He took a breath. "You used to be an actress, right?"

Sarah shrugged. "I pretended to be an actress."

The old man turned goblin waved his hand, "Pish posh! You are now an actress." He gave her a piece of paper with language she couldn't read. "A theater troupe is going to give a show for the Jareth and his future Queen. They needed a fae to play the part of Sarah—since humans don't exist here—and I told them I had just the girl for the part."

"So, I'm playing myself?" Sarah smiled. This would be interesting.

Henry's masked frowned a bit. "Well, they have changed your character a bit. In this version you die."

Sarah coughed. "What? Why?"

"Well, they have to appease their new queen." He made a sound. "It's called, 'The Real Sarah'." He shook his head. "There are some in the kingdom, in all the Underground, that had come to idolize you, or worship you, if you will."

"So, they want people to know how I really was, even though that wasn't really me." She was angry at the Underground and herself. She had always been so wrapped up in her own misgivings she had never thought about the Underground being its own source of tumult.

"Yes. You are a source of hope. They have to squash that."

Sarah was thoughtful for a moment. "Why are you helping me, Henry"

Henry sighed "Because like I said. You are a source of hope." He smiled. "You bring peace. That's the only way I can explain it, but you can trust me. Please do."

She nodded. "So, how should I do this?"

Sarah found herself standing with a range of different shapes of Goblins. Tall, short, fat, and thin. They were all here. There were a few humanoid creatures, but none as close as her. She noted there weren't any fae either and wondered why they got to be so special all the time.

"She's missin' an eye!" Cried one of the shorter, older goblins. "Sarah wasn't missin' any eyes."

"Do yer see any other fae linin up to play 'er? Naw? Didn't think sa."

"We can't just have the most powerful woman in the labyrinth have no eye."

"And why the 'ell not?"

"Because she's powerful and stuff."

"I think it is good she is missing an eye. Shows how gross she is anyway."

Sarah was sitting down at eye level with most of the goblins as they circled her and discussed her. Henry told her not to speak. "They'll come around." Then he left her with the theater troupe. She wasn't very pleased.

"Read this line." A goblin thrust a sheet of paper at her.

She looked down and then back up at him. "I can't read this." The letters were a type Sarah had never seen before.

The goblin scratched his long thin nose. His hair was wiry and red. It stuck out in all directions even though he wore a hat to keep it in place. "I surrender, oh, powerful, Jareth." The goblin threw the paper back at her.

Sarah wanted to laugh, but settled for a grin. "She really is awful, isn't she." She asked the goblin.

The goblin made a face as if torn. "Just say the line."

Sarah took a breath, put the back of her hand to her forehead and said, "I surrender, oh, powerful, Jareth." Her voice was high-pitched, strained, and young. She sounded weak and sick.

The goblin smiled. "That will have to do. We are preforming this for Master Jareth and future Queen Enyo tonight. Go with Haberscrab over there, and he will tell you your lines. You only got a few."

Sarah froze. Jareth would see her tonight? She walked over to Haberscrab, but she couldn't focus on what he was telling her. There was a dark fear bubbling up inside of her. What if Enyo tries to kill me again. Fear of Enyo was new for Sarah. She both hated and feared the woman. And she was marrying Jareth. She looked at her hands. They were bleeding from her nails she supposed she had been digging in them.

She heard a harp and turned around. A small goblin was playing a soft string at a time. Slowly, a goblin with a flute joined in and the harp and the flute began to harmonize together. "They are our music." Haberscrab said after gently jumping on Sarah's head.

She was greatful he wasn't heavy and left him up there. He held a paper in front of her that she couldn't read. "I'll read these to ya, ya repeat. Sound good?"

"Sounds good." Sarah chimmed.

It was evening. Sarah had just finished eating the dinner the goblins had given her. There were all huddled into a trailer and being driven through the castle gates. "We have about an hour to set up the stage." The goblin Sarah guessed was the director said. Henry was sitting next to her. He was still wearing his mask and he was sleeping.

She looked up at the dark castle as they pulled in. The carriage continued to move around the castle to a well lit back area.

"The party should already be going." Haberscrab said from Sarah's lap.

"Party?" Sarah asked.

"Queen Enyo and Master Jareth are celebrating their engagement tonight. Everyone important will be at the castle tonight."

"Wow." Sarah nodded. "How long have they been engaged."

"Oh, about a month I suppose."

Sarah took a deep breath. And he is probably fucking her. She scolded herself. What did it matter. She suppressed her emotions and looked at the goblin that was supposed to play Jareth. This play is going to be a nightmare.

They arrived while the party was still inside Jareth's ballroom. Sarah could see the few that were outside in the garden were wearing masks which upset her more than she thought it should.

She helped pull the stage out of the trailer they were riding on. It unfolded like a pop-up book with props and scenes all falling right into place.

The director marched up to her. She squatted down so he could talk to her. "I want you to put this on. It is Sarah's mask. Everyone in the show will wear one." He handed her the mask.

She didn't put it on right away, but instead turned it to face her. It was a simple white mask with sapphires for eye brows. The sapphires spun and swirled above the eyes into the concave of the nose. Quickly she tied the mask against her wig. She left her eye patch on under it. She found the only mirror inside the trailer and observed how much she really didn't look like herself.

Haberscrab came up to her then. "Here is your dress. You better hurry and change. The show will start soon."

Sarah ran into the small changing room at the back of the trailer while the other goblins finished setting up the lights. She could hear the party's guests making their way out into the garden to the round white tables that had previously been set up. She slid off her clothes and noticed her tattoo still had Ramla's marks. I need a shower.

She liked the feel of the simple fabric along her skin. The dress reminded her of her old one back home that she used to wear to rehearse her own labyrinth. She smiled softly.

She stepped out from the changing room and peeked around the edge of the trailer. She saw him with Enyo's hand stepping on to a platform a short way across the yard. People were laughing behind their masks as they began to settle into their seats. It was beginning to grow quiet. She looked to Jareth's seat and noticed he wasn't there.

"Are you the one to play Sarah?"

Sarah turned around to see the Goblin King wearing a red mask with sharp horns. She immediately looked down. "Yes, your majesty." She said breathless.

"I suggest you do well." His voice was thick.

She dared herself to look back up, but he was gone. Sarah leaned her back against the trailer begging her heart to stop its fast beating. Why? She thought. Why does he have this affect on me.

Sarah made her way back stage and prepared for the start of the show. She was beyond nervous, and she was suddenly glad she only had a few lines. Mostly it was improv.

She hadn't realized her whole history had been rewritten. In fact, she was written out of most of it which perturbed her. She stepped on stage, hated that she had to pretend to abuse Toby, and then wished the Goblin King would take him away. Then she was ushered off stage as Jareth was portrayed as the giving king.

She watched with great interest as parts were left out, and Jareth was shown in a new light. Most of the play was told from his perspective with him taking care of Toby and detailed his exhaustion after moving time forward.

The play was almost over. She was backstage when she looked up to Jareth's slumped form. He was either bored or embarrassed. Or both. Enyo looked like she was enjoying herself as she gently stroked Jareth's thumb.

Sarah stepped out on the stage and "stupidly" searched for the Toby in the stairs the way the director had told her to earlier that day. When she finally reached him, the scene changed.

The entire audience was quiet, as well as the band. Everyone watched her look at the Jareth goblin.

Sarah began her lines. "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City, for my will is as strong as yours. And my-"

"Stop!" Cried the goblin Jareth.

Sarah looked at him. What happened next was a lie. The goblin Jareth came towards her and faced her to the audience. He pushed her to her knees. She slowly tilted her head as she watched the real, bored Jareth cover his eyes. Why did he hate this?

The goblin Jareth continued his lines. Sarah tuned in just as he finished. "Just fear me, love me, do as I say."

"I-" she couldn't bring herself to say her line. She watched the Jareth across the yard peek through his fingers.

"I. . ." she trailed off again. Enyo was starring at her as well.

"Say the line." The goblin Jareth nudged her with his foot.

She stood up and walked off the stage, something pulling her. She passed adorned tables and fixated patrons. The yard seemed somehow smaller when she finally stopped. Her insides were thankful for the mask as she stood dead center in front of Jareth.

"I'm yours." She murmured without breaking eye-contact. Jareth was sitting fully erect now. Through some kind of magic Sarah didn't understand her final words were echoing throughout the yard.

There was a round of applause from the tables and a few people even stood. Sarah didn't look away from Jareth.

He slowly began to clap his hands looking down at her with a slight grin.

She curtsied. "Your Majesty."

Slowly she looked down and found herself again. She furrowed her brows. Something felt strange. She began to walk away from the Jareth and his future queen when she heard her name.

"Sarah," called Jareth melodically the way he had always sang her name. "Or, whoever you are. You did a fine job."

Sarah smiled behind the mask and hastily left.

She was bothered. Something was making her do strange things. Either she was unknowingly obsessed with Jareth more than usual, or there was magic afoot. The urge to walk came from a pulling sensation within her bones, as if someone had tied a string to every one of her ribs and was pulling her forward. She was troubled.

She was also glad that everyone took her monologue as the end of the play. There was about another twenty minutes left where she had to die by a fake Enyo goblin by being thrown in the Bog of Stench. Even in make believe, that was too much.

Back at the trailer Sarah stripped out of the dress and put on her scraps of clothes. She found Henry. "I have to go now if I hope to get it." She whispered.

"I agree." Here, he gave her the bag he'd been watching while she preformed. "Take it with you, and be careful. I'll take you as far as the goblin's quarters."

"Whatcha doin?" Haberscrab jumped down in front of Sarah.

"I have to go see someone in the castle." Sarah said quickly. She took the mask off her face and handed it to the small goblin.

"Can I come?"

Sarah made a face and began to hate herself. "Sure," She chimed "Just go put this mask away first, and be very careful with it. We'll wait for you."

Haberscrab was unsure, but nodded as he headed off.

Sarah turned to face Henry who remained in his own enchanted mask. "Let's go."

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