Now in the same, low-cut shirt, but in black, Jareth made his way down to the dungeons at the very bottom of the castle to visit the little prisoner. He ordered the guard to open the wooden door to the dungeons, who silently obeyed. The King stormed into the short hall of barred cells, coming across the only prisoner that the dudgeon had held for many years. "Elf," he barked, approaching the third cell on the left, finding the elf laying on his back on the floor.

The grey-violit skinned elf sat up with long black hair in his bitter, pale eyes that were narrowed with death. "Your Highness," he venomously spat.

"Why did your queen send you?" He emotionless demanded, wanting to get to business.

"We knew that the champion of your Labyrinth is here, so we were sent to look for her." He gave a sneer. "Never would've thought that she would be right in front of us like that."

Just as he suspected.

"Is Nalth planning anything?"

"As if I would tell you."

Jareth stared at him, placing his gloved hands behind his back. "I'll ask again: What is Nalth planning?"

"Your death," the elf answered, not taking his pale eyes off his own. "She will rule this kingdom with or without the girl's help. She has an army that will wipe out your men. Your Labyrinth may be filled with traps, but she will stop at nothing until she sees you dead." The prisoner gave a twisted grin. "If a human did it, so can she."

His words washed over the King's mind like a flash flood and just as terrifying.

Nalth no longer needed Sarah, which met that she was going to have her own way of getting through the Labyrinth. If she brings her entire army, his guards wouldn't stand a chance. Not only that, but he didn't think his traps would be quick enough to catch so many people at once. However, the Labyrinth was huge, but Sarah managed to defeat it less than thirteen hours. Who knows how long or quick it would take an army to complete it if they manage to. Either way, Sarah was no longer the issue, but the matter of time was. If there was going to be an attack, he and his men needed to be ready as war is just on the horizon.

Then a dreadful thought entered his mind: Sarah. She needed to leave before the war broke out.

Without saying a word, he briskly walked out of the prison as the prisoner called, "Long live Queen Nalth!"

Ignoring him, he walked past the guard, and down the hall. Sarah was in more danger than before and if something had happened because she stayed here too long, he would never forgive himself. He was not going to that woman die!

The King calmly, but quickly hurried to the guest chamber's on the other side of the castle, but found it empty. Mentally cursing, he made his way to the throne room where he would hope to gain a plan and to think things over. He was going to send Sarah home right away. Then he froze in his tracks and looked away in realization. He was going to send the woman he once loved away… Again.

He then shook his head, snapping himself out of it.

It was for her safety.

Jareth made his way up the stairs, then stopped at the entryway of the chambers at the sight of Sarah sitting by the window, talking to her friend at her side. For fourteen years her time, he only had fleeting thoughts of her and now at the very sight of her was a weight on his heart… And he was going to send her away by his choice. He did it once, he could do it again. He then briefly smirked to himself– How excellent she was at tormenting him.

The lovely woman then noticed him and stood up to face him. "Jareth, I–"

He held up a hand, approaching her. "You need to go home. Now."

Her eyes grew. "What?"

Jareth made his heart turn cold once more as he stared into her hazel eyes. "Nalth doesn't need you anymore. She's going to find her own way in and when she does, it will be chaos and hell." He broke the gaze from her mocking eyes, then looked back at her. "All you need to do it is to wish me to bring you back or say the words you once used before." Oh, how he would just love to hear the same words that broke his heart the first time…

The woman's eyes were gentle and sincere, just studying him as if thinking what words would be less painful like a merciful dagger. "I want to learn to use a sword."

Hoggle gave a quiet groan of worry behind her.

Jareth furrowed his brows, puzzled. "Pardon?"

"I want to fight along side you." She gave a smile of disbelief. "I'm too far into this war to just give up. That, and I can't just go home wondering what happened to you and the others…" She frowned. "Not when there was something that I could do."

That was exactly the opposite of what he was expecting to hear. He arched a brow, almost questioning the sanity of this woman. "This is a real war. Not a fairy tail where everything is going to be okay in the end." He stared intently. "There will be death and bloodshed. If you stay here, you may not make it out alive." And that was last thing he needed on his conscious.

"I know."

Sarah was always strong-willed and a clever girl, who did not give up on those who she loved. She fought her way through the Labyrinth and could've died a couple of times just to save her baby brother. Now, when she had the chance to live, she chose to stay and risk her life in a battle for a kingdom.

Jareth didn't know if that was stupid or brave.

"Please," she added.

He wanted to protect her. He wanted her to survive when he couldn't. He wanted her to life a long and happy life, but right now, he could not turn her away. If she does fall in battle and he lived, he would never forgive himself. "If you die," he took a small breath at the harsh words, "your death is your own."

She nodded. "I know."

He reluctantly gave a curt nod. "Very well. We may start now if you'd like."