Everyone was on edge and twitchy– Ready for action.

Sarah refused to leave Jareth's side, who was getting restless in his throne and every fifteen minutes would check on the Queen and Hoggle, who was still leading them. The three hours just crept by as the enemy was getting nearer and nearer. Traps were sprung, but the elves would mange to find their way back to the surface and about 68 of them were heading the right direction as the rest were lost or trapped.

Then on the thirteen hour, Jareth shot up to his feet, dismissed the crystal, and briskly walked to the window– Over looking the Goblin City.

"Jareth?" Sarah nervously asked, standing by the throne, watching him. "Are they here?"

He said nothing.

"Jareth?"

He then swung an arm, pointing to the guard by the bell. "The enemy has arrived!"

The short goblin immediately started to ring the bell.

Sarah ran to the King's side just as the city's gates burst open with elven solders like floodgates as the over half of the goblin army were standing their ground.

"They even made past the mechanical guard," Jareth growled.

The woman watched in horror as the elves came swinging with swords and axes while the goblins tried to fend them off with swords, spears, shields, bullets, and canons. Some elves had fallen as well as goblins. Then the enemy started throw nets over groups of goblins and tying them up– trapping them like animals. Her heart began to cry for the helpless goblins, who were trying to break free from their bonds, but there was nothing they could do. She wanted to look away, but a familiar redheaded woman caught her eye as the Queen, who shoved Hoggle away, started to make her way to the castle with a large group of soldiers behind her. If Queen Nalth dies this is all over, but right now, their own army didn't even stand a chance!

The bell ceased to ring as the goblin ran to the stairs to join the fight.

Jareth grabbed her upper arms, spun her to face him, and looked her dead in the eye. "Sarah. Listen to me. They will kill you without hesitation."

"Jare–"

"I will get you when the war is over."

A chill ran down her spine, not liking where this was going. "Jareth, no! I am not leaving you!"

"I will return for you." His eyes were begging and almost hard to look at.

Tears threatened to come at the thought of never seeing him again. "What if you don't?" She quietly challenged, staring at him in fear. "What if…"

She didn't want to finish her words, afraid that they will come true– That was the last thing she wanted to think about.

His eyes darkened. "It probably wouldn't have made a difference if you were or were not here," he sadly murmured.

"You're Highness!" A samurai solder ran in, earning their attention. "The enemy has arrived! They are in the castle!" He hurried the way he came.

Jareth snapped his burning gaze into her own. "You told me that I have no power over you," he dangerously growled, clenching her arms until they were aching. "And I still don't. Sarah. I am asking– begging– you to leave while you have the chance. If you die, Sarah, I will never forgive myself!"

Pain, anger, love, hope, and disappointment were emotions that she had all seen before, but right now, it was terror– Sheer terror and pain swirling within him. The sight gave her a sickening feeling. He knows that he was going to die. He knows that he, the Goblin King himself, doesn't even stand a chance.

Gathering up every ounce of courage, she slowly said: "No."

The King slowly released her and stepped back, summoning a crystal with an expressionless emotion on his face. "You leave me no choice," he murmured, then lifelessly tossed the crystal into the air.

Sarah's eyes grew in horror as the world around her began to shift and the man before her started to fade. "Jareth!" She screamed as his heartbroken, unique eyes were locked on her own, searing into her mind like a hot brand and just as painful. Her world went a brilliant white, causing her to close her eyes tight, and a few seconds later, she opened them and gasped, finding herself in her room at home. She looked at her clothes, seeing that she was wearing her jeans, red shirt, and sneakers. Sunlight poured through her violet curtains as if it was dawn from the night she left. "No," she whispered in cold horror. "No!" She screamed, slamming her fists on her dresser. "No, no, no! Jareth!" Tears were burning her eyes. "Jareth, take me back, dammit! " She squeezed her eye tight. "I wish that the Goblin King would take me back!" She spun around, snapping her eyes open; expecting a dramatic wind or a barn owl.

Nothing.

Tears streaked her face as she took a couple of steps forward to her bed. "Jareth… Oh, God, Jareth!" She closed her eyes tight again. "I wish that the Goblin King would take me back! I wish that the Goblin King would take me back! I wish to see the Goblin King one more time!" She fell on her knees with her arms and head on her bed, sobbing into her quilt. "I wish to see the Goblin King! I wish that the Goblin King lives…"

She just sat there, crying into her quilt, thinking about the war and the captured goblins. They didn't stand a chance… How could they win against a strong army like the elves? The only way Jareth could win was to slay Queen Nalth and if he failed to do so, the Goblin Kingdom would fall. Images of Jareth being surrounded by elves, forced to surrender, flashed through her mind, but she knew he wouldn't surrender. No. Jareth would never surrender.

She then tried to think of the King's pale eyes… One blue and one grey… One with an average pupil and the other permanently dilated; how cold they were, but also how loving and beautiful they were.

Then thought of watching the light leave them sent a chill through her veins.

"I wish the Goblin King lives," she whispered. "I wish the Goblin King lives…"

She remembered dancing with him, falling in love with him, laughing and talking… All of those were now memories. She replayed their kisses, savored his love… Felt the imprint he left on her heart. If he was to die– if he was actually to fall in battle– she would only hope it would be quick. She only hoped that his pain-filled heart would not have to go through more agony, but if he did live, she honestly wouldn't know what she would do.

She rested her head on the side, looking around her room, then noticed that her window was closed and her bed was made.

How long was she gone for and who made her bed?

"Sarah."

The woman's head perked up with a tear-stained face. She turned around to the mirror behind her and found a grey-blue elder in the mirror with grim, yellow eyes. Her own hazel eyes grew as she whispered, "Altha."