Crystal in hand, he watched the scene within its depths, a frown creasing his brow. Inside the crystal he could see the Wolfen gathering at the edge of the Glendalian forest. They would soon force his hand and he had already sent the word out to his goblin army to organize and make themselves ready for a confrontation. Now as he looked at his crystal, he knew that Genard was instructing them on how to wound and kill the Wolfen.

Dropping the crystal from his gaze he leaned back in his throne, it had been a long time since he had seen the carnage of war and he was not looking forward to this confrontation. He just hoped that Sarah would be able to reach them and sway Emian from his plans. The rational side of his mind knew though that that would not be. He had seen many that had hungered for revenge and power, and few ever stopped unless they were met with their own death.

Allowing the crystal to disappear from his grasp, he raised from his throne as he sensed Sarah’s approach. Ever since the incident with her calling out to him for help that night, they had discovered a strange type of bond. They could both sense when the other was near, and each other’s emotions if they did not guard them from each other. This bond was comforting to him, yet at the same time a bit unsettling. It would take a lot for him to get use to.

Sarah fidgeted with the shirt she wore as she made her way towards the throne room. She had changed her clothes into something a lot more appropriate for the upcoming confrontation. In a pair of figure fitting black pants with riding boots, not unlike those that Jareth would often wear, and a loose fitting red poet’s shirt that was tied at the waist with a thin black belt, she entered the throne room.

A smile edged at the corners of his lips as he saw her entering the throne room. Holding his hand out for her he waited for her hand pulling her to him once she grabbed hold. "I was wondering when you would come?" he drawled.

Smiling she leaned against him sitting on his lap her hands wrapping about his neck, "I take it you missed me!" she teased.

Nibbling at the base of her neck he smiled against her skin and whispered huskily, "Oh yes, very much so."

Her eyes closed at the sensation as she moaned against his hot touches. She was disappointed when he stopped and pulled away. Looking down at him she could see the strangest expression on his face, "What? What is it?"

Standing, he moved her to sit within his throne kneeling down in front of her, "Sarah, I’ve been meaning to ask you something."

She smiled down at him searching his eyes for what it was that he was wanting to ask. Biting her bottom lip she awaited his words her heart suddenly pounding a thousand beats per second. Was he about to ask her what she thought he was going to ask her?

Taking both of her hands in his he kissed each as he looked lovingly up to her eyes, "There is something that I’ve wanted for so long to ask, and now seems as good a time as any. Will you…be my queen, my betrothed?"

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes watering at the sound of his words. At that instant time seemed to stand still as her eyes searched his, the words flowing from her lips without a second, thought, "Yes! Oh, Jareth I love you so much!" She threw herself within his arms kissing him with all the passion she held within her being for him. Her mental words projected into his mind as they kissed, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to be without you. You’ve just made me the happiest I’ve ever been!"

They kissed passionately for what seemed not long enough both on the floor of the throne room in front of the throne. Holding her face within his hands ,he looked intensely into her eyes, "I love you."

Sarah never wanted their moment to end as they held each other but no matter how much she wished for it, she knew that that could not be. Allowing themselves to enjoy each other’s presence for a few more moments Sarah and Jareth knew that they had to pull away. There were matters that needed to be attended to and they would have plenty of time to be with one another after everything was done.

He brushed back a strand of her dark soft hair, "When will you be ready to try and contact Emian?"

Sighing, she knew she could not run away from this or ignore it, "I’ll be ready whenever everyone else is. Jareth, I’m scared." Truth be told, she was terrified of what it was she was about to do, but knew that it must be done or she would never be free. She would not be able to live with herself if she did nothing when she knew that she had the power to do something.

Holding her hands in his, he helped her up from the floor with him, "I’d be worried if you weren’t."

"I can sense that they’ve gathered at the edge of the Glendalian forest. They are thirsty for bloodshed, I can almost taste their anger." Closing her eyes she tried to push back that sensation not liking it in the slightest, "It’s nauseating."

He looked to her with earnest, "Sarah, concentrate on the task at hand. Do not allow your senses to roam. Remember what I showed you."

She did as he instructed pushing the emotions of the Wolfen’s pack from her senses. The edge of the forest was shown clearly within her mind, the figures streaking past her perception as she searched for the one in which she intended to communicate with.

Emian looked out over the open field where they would have to traverse in order the reach the castle. With their senses traversing the small part of the labyrinth to reach the castle would be easy for them as Damien had done so easily enough. Suddenly something hit him with a force he had never before encountered, his vision blocked as a blinding light hit his eyes.

Blinking back against the harsh light he covered his eyes until the light dissipated and he could see. What he saw made him uneasy. No longer standing within the edge of the Glendalian forest, he was now standing within the throne room of the Goblin King’s Castle and standing before him was Sarah.

She approached him standing just far enough away from him so that he could not reach out to touch her, "Emian," she addressed him.

His gray brow rose as he looked over his surroundings, "I see that you have mastered some of your powers."

Sarah sighed, "Yes I have. I’ve brought you here to speak with you about your plans."

Emian mocked that of innocence, "I know not what you mean, other than the fact that we wish that you would come to us. We are your family now, you belong with us as you are Wolfen."

"No, I am more than that. My place is with Jareth but my place is also with the Wolfen. There are other ways to bring back our kind from almost extinction. Your ways will do nothing but guarantee our destruction. Please, you must change your ways."

A cruel, indifferent laugh escaped his lips, "You know nothing of what you speak. We are Wolfen and when they discover what we are they would hunt us down and destroy us without a second’s thought. It is better to crush them before they can do any harm to us. It is the Wolfen that ruled the Underground long before they were even in existence. The Underground belongs to us."

She shook her head her eyes pleading with his, "You’re wrong! The Wolfen had their time. It was wrong what happened to our kind, but that is the past and nothing can change that. There is a balance and what you intend will rip that balance apart. Don’t you see, that what you seek will do more harm than good. The Hunters are no more. I am sorry about Alia and your five children, but this will not bring them back."

Emian staggered back, "What…how?" Anger raged through his being, "Dare you speak her name? I see that Genard has taken his hold on you."

Sarah wavered as she felt him fight against her mental intrusion, "No, please hear me. I…"

Emian broke through her words as he suddenly closed the distance between them, grasping her harshly about her arms. His eyes were cold and menacing all matching the tone of his voice, "No! You hear me. I have lived through the darkest of times, watched as those that I loved were slaughtered, and all because of what we are. Do you really think that it will be any different? Our kind has remained hidden trying to build back the number of our kind that was lost, preparing to take back what is so rightfully ours."

Her eyes pleaded with his, begging that he would hear her out, "How many more have to die because of the past?" her eyes bordered with tears, "How many will it take to satiate your hunger for power and revenge?"

"Not enough," he answered narrowing his eyes at her.

The tears fell freely as she returned, "Then you leave me no choice." Sarah felt herself jerk out of the trance she had put herself in. Emian had pushed her out of his mind completely and was beyond her reach.

Sensing that she was back, Jareth approached her with concern as he could feel her anguish, "Are you alright?"

Closing her eyes he watched as her tears fell. Sarah shook her head feeling as if she had not done enough, said enough.

"I take it that he did not agree?"

Leaning back into Jareth’s throne she looked to him with regret, "No, he will not even try to listen to me. I…Maybe if I said more?"

He knew from the first time that she had told him, that her plan at trying to reason with Emian would not work. From what she had shown him, he hardly blamed Emian for his hatred towards his kind.

"I do not think that would have made a difference. Hatred is blinding and destructive, and Emian carries much. It is something that he must see himself, no one can show it to him. I’m afraid that he will probably see the wrong in his actions only too late." After all was done and if Genard was still alive to see it, Jareth swore that he would make sure that the courts know of his treachery and that he answers for them.

Forcing herself not to dwell on the wrong of it all she pushed herself up from the throne her eyes locking with his, "If we are to stop them we must make our move before the moon is high. One way or the other, tonight Emian’s way will be put to an end."

She had changed so much in only a few days and Jareth was worried that this night would bring many more harsh changes to her being, her soul. If only he could protect her from such things, shield her from the harsh realities of the world.

Sarah reached out her hand grasping his as she knew his concerns for her in all this, "Don’t, I’ll be all right as long as I have you."

He brought her hand to his lips, his eyes still locked with hers as he replied, "I’m afraid that you are stuck with me for as long as I live, and I promise I have a long life still ahead of me as do you."