It really was quite by chance that she ran into her niece on the day that her brother died. She felt it as she was walking down a busy street, the breaking of the bond between them almost sent her staggering to the ground. As it was, the pain was excruciating, tears spilling down her cheeks. It was only through this meeting that she realized that Toby had named his only daughter after her.

He had named her Sarah. Perhaps it would be a Williams tradition now, pass on the name of the un-aging Aunt Sarah, let her be remembered for her name carries weight and meaning. When the time comes, she'll come to rescue us all. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, she was just being stupid now, the grief was getting to her. Looking her over once more, she remembered the only other time she had ever met her niece; she couldn't have been more than two or three.

Her observations then had stayed true; she was still as dark as she was. The only true difference between the two was eye color. Sarah could see the laughter dancing in her eyes, even as innocence had faded. She wondered how exactly her prophecy had turned out for the girl, now woman before her. She couldn't bear to ask, yet she had too.

"How did the prophecy I…" She wasn't sure had to phrase the question, after all, how do you ask the niece you've only met once before if the prophecy she had been coerced into making, seeing as the fates hadn't given her much of a choice as to stopping it. However, her niece knew what she was trying to ask, "I married a half fae. He is… Well, he's a child of Oberon's. That's all I can say, I married into royalty, as you will too. I… Know the true tale of the Labyrinth and its King. I have a feeling… Well, I know that when you marry the Goblin King, you will be beauty marrying power, and fate going hand in hand with royalty? You and the Goblin King have been destined for years…. Decades even from what I understand." Here her niece trailed off, a faraway look in her eyes.

"Perhaps Aunt, we should go to Fathers funeral. There you can say goodbye, in the meantime… Think over the rest of the prophecy."

As they made their way to her baby brothers funeral, the words of the prophecy ate at her thoughts. The time will come, beauty will give rise to power, fate will go hand in hand with the crown, dancing along the threads of power, family will call to family, blood will bind ever closer. Pleasure will gain power over temper, so the Williams family shall be undone, as the sidhe grow ever closer.

She had always been called beautiful when she was younger, before they realized that she wasn't aging… It was then that they found out about her running the Labyrinth for Toby because she had been a spoiled brat to him. She'd felt her power growing steadily over the years once she'd stopped denying everything. Perhaps her running the Labyrinth had been fate after all, it had made her grow up and face her fears about her family and Toby.

No matter what, she was always coming back to her family. Even now that her brother was dead, she had found her niece, the niece she had only ever intended on meeting the once. She hadn't even met the twins she had told her brother and his wife that they would be having. Maybe… The contact with her gave them that ability? The ability to… Call her? She just shrugged mentally, there was so much to think of and too much to digest! Frowning, the felt the tears still flowing, even as her mind was occupied with thoughts of the prophecy and Jareth… She still mourned her little brother.

Startled out of her own thoughts she jumped when she felt arms around her, in fact two sets of arms. She decided not to squirm when two voices whispered in her ears, "Aunt Sarah… You came." It was the boys she had known were to be born. She could feel the tears blurring her vision once more, even with her eyes closed.

She couldn't bear to watch as her brother's body was lifted and set into the ground, deep within his coffin. She couldn't even remember how old he was; it had been so long since she had kept track of time. She just settled into the embrace of her two nephews. They would stay with her, even as they too mourned, they had had a lifetime with their father, while for the first time they would see the Aunt that had always been whispered about.

Their father had talked to them about her once they were old enough to understand. He'd told them very seriously that she would come when they most needed her. She would never leave her family to suffer alone, or even at all if she could prevent it. They too could see that she was suffering; the last of her family, beyond them was gone. The brother she had loved beyond life itself was now safely ensconced within the ground.

Pulling away from the twins, she looked at them. She could see that they took after their mother and father, blue eyes and blonde hair. Both of them were tall, taller than she had expected them to be. She could feel a smile teasing the edges of her lips, they reminded her so much of Toby! The laughter dancing in their eyes, mischief contained in ever movement… That was their father through and through.

"Nice to finally meet the twins I predicted. I hope you've been taking good care of your sister. She's one special little girl."

"Little! Are you kidding us?!" One of the twins managed to squeak out, eyeing his sister from a short distance away. She was older than them, and she was about thirty now! She was past being called little!

"You'll always be children to me," Sarah's voice had fallen from playful to cold and firm. She was older than Toby, making her far far older than her niece and two nephews. "Just because I appear young, do not mistake me for one your age. I am your aunt boys. Respect me or you'll regret it," She let them feel her power, the warm summer air edging to cool, then cold as her anger grew.

"Escort your mother, sister and I to his grave once everyone is gone," Sarah commanded before she stalked away. They waited impatiently for the last of the mourners to leave; Toby had led a quiet life once his sister was gone. He kept himself and his family private seeing no reason to tempt the fates more than Sarah already had.

"Aunt Sarah?" Her niece called to her. "Yes?" She almost croaked out, her voice gone due to the tears she had shed that day. She was tired of always crying, she wanted to be reunited with her mother, father and now little brother. They had been what had kept her going, especially Toby. Now there was almost nothing to live for.

"We're ready to go to Father's grave, and the twins sent me to get you. I believe you managed to scare them quite badly." Sarah couldn't even feel guilty, yet as she stood, she managed to reach out and hug the younger Sarah before her. "Your father will always watch over you, so will I. Despite what your brothers did, I will watch over you all." All the younger Sarah could do was cling to her Aunt, letting the tears she'd held back until them fall in silent shudders.

"Come now darling, we have a headstone to modify."

Once they had reached the others, Sarah opened her arms to her sister-in-law, offering her a hug which she promptly through herself into. This was a woman who had known her husband, was sister to him, and was always there when she was truly needed. Perhaps not at the birth of their children, but at their wedding and when their father had died, now here when she shouldn't have to have seen her little brother laid to rest.

Pulling away slowly, she rejoiced in the comfort her husbands sister had lent her, the strength and courage to face another day. Stepping back to her boys, she watched as lilies red and orange both sprouted along the bottom edge of the headstone. Watched wide-eyed with her children as words engraved themselves upon the ebony stone.

"Beloved brother, wonderful father.

I may have outlived you, yet you have lived the fuller, better life.

In this I envy you, rest in peace little brother.
Wait for us, we'll see you again.

Give our love to Mom and Dad.

Always loved."

With those words not spoken no, but forever imprinted in stone and his children's hearts, she turned and began to walk away. She was stopped before she got too far by one of the twins shouting for her, "Will we see you again?"

Looking over her shoulder, she sent them all a brief smile. "Only when the need is truly great will you see me again. I cannot let the fates curse you as they have me, or your sister. For it was I who spoke the prophecy to and about her." With those words spoken she disappeared into the darkness as twilight began to settle in the cemetery.