Hands fumbling through the mounds of junk that filled the closet floor, Hoggle cursed under his breath, as he knew that time was running out. Now, where was that blasted thing? The atmosphere around the castle did nothing to help his shaken nerves, as he knew what they were about to face. He wasn’t part of the King’s Goblin army and he was no goblin, but he be damned if he would stay behind while his one and only friend was walking into danger. He failed in being able to go to her when she had called through the years before now; he was not about to let her down again.

The junk that pounded to the ground with a loud thud at his feet was kicked out of the way as he continued his frantic search. His bushy brows raised as his hand finally revealed an old, long, thin, black case. It was something that he acquired long ago in his days of collecting shiny objects and jewelry.

Turning on his heel he almost tripped over the very items that he had displaced about the floor, but caught himself before losing his balance. Case in hand he made his way towards where he hoped to find Sarah.

Armor clanked as they readied their assigned positions, hundreds of various sized Goblins stood in aligned formations, as they knew that battle was soon to be at hand. Most armed with sword and axe they were well informed about what they were facing and just how to injure or kill their enemy.

Behind them Jareth stood with hand placed coolly on the hilt of his sword that was strapped to his side. Though his magic could harm the Wolfen, if he were to go one on one with one of them, he would need to be able to do more than harming his opponent. Killing was not his preferred style, but due to what they were about to face he had limited options.

Cold brown orbs stared mercilessly out over the Goblin army before him. Genard preferred the Fae to fight beside, but he would have to settle with what he had. Goblins were not very bright but he knew that they were not helpless either. Their ability to cause chaos and mischief was in a league of their own. His mind though was mostly concentrated on the Wolfen at Jareth’s side. He would have to make his move to eliminate her during the chaos of the coming battle if he were to succeed in his plan. The trick of it was making it so that the King is too busy to interfere.

Sarah’s being was building with growing dread as she was about to be immersed in the midst of a battle. She wished that there were something more that she could do, but Emian was forcing her into this. Sarah could sense the Wolfen preparing for bloodshed, the blood lust that emanated from their being.

Quickening his pace as Hoggle saw Sarah beside the Goblin King, he pushed his way through the mass of some goblins as he approached them. Not sure how to get Sarah’s attention, he stood behind her fumbling with the black case within his hands.

Her jaw tightened as she looked towards Genard, she felt uneasy around him. She would make sure that she would not turn her back on him and could sense Jareth’s own distrust of Genard as well. Glancing towards Jareth he returned her gaze as she mentally spoke to him, "Don’t worry about me when all starts, I can take care of myself. I don’t want you to be distracted and get yourself hurt because of me."

"I would say the same to you love, but as for not worrying about you, I can not promise that, but I will promise not to allow it to distract me during the chaos of this confrontation."

Sarah was about to reply but was stopped when she felt a familiar presence behind her. Turning around, she saw Hoggle nervously shifting his weight from side to side, fidgeting with a long thin black case in his hands. "Hoggle?" she questioned as she knelt down so that she could speak to him at eye level.

Hoggle’s gaze shifted nervously from Sarah to Jareth then back, a bit uncomfortable about having the very Fae that he loathed watching. He would never forgive when Jareth had forced him to give Sarah that peach. The memory of it still stung his soul, "I’s come to give you this," he held out the case to her, which she took.

Long black case in hand, she slowly opened it, revealing a silver dagger; the handle engraved with intricate designs of silver and gold lying on a red velvet interior. It was a breathtaking piece that looked as if it was priceless, "Hoggle, it’s beautiful but…"

"It will protect you. I was told that it protects its wielder from harm," his words sent a slight smile to her lips.

As she lifted it from the casing, a small sheath was revealed underneath and she could feel an odd tingling sensation from the dagger and recognized it as a small amount of magic. This was not unnoticed by the Goblin King who was looking over at the exchange.

How Hoggle had gotten a hold of something like that dagger he gave Sarah was beyond him. He would have to find out later when all was done, but for now, he was actually glad that Hoggle had given it to her. There was definitely a protection spell woven into the craftsmanship of the small but deadly weapon. His mental words sent to her relayed some of his thoughts, "What you’re sensing from that is a protection spell. Whoever craft that took great lengths in the design but don’t depend on it’s protection wholly."

Looking to Hoggle, Jareth thanked the dwarf, "Thank you Hoggle."

Hoggle almost fell over at this, the King actually thanking him! This was definitely not like the King at all. Never in his life did he ever hear the Goblin King thank anyone, and knew that it would probably be the only time that he would hear it.

Sarah smiled approvingly to Jareth, knowing how much that had cost him to say. Lacing the sheath to her belt on her side, she looked at it approvingly but grimaced at the knowledge that she would have to use it. Never in her life had she drawn blood except for that one moment when Damien threatened her love and she knew that she would be able to do it again when the time comes, and that time would be soon.

Summoning his crystal in his free hand, the other still resting against the hilt of his sword, Jareth peered into the crystal’s depths. Inside the crystal he could see the Wolfen starting to make their way towards his castle, as they exited the safety of the woods and were now crossing the opened field where he intended on intercepting the Wolfen before they could cross the open fields and reach his Kingdom.

Sarah was looking over Jareth’s shoulder seeing what he was seeing and her heart clenched in her chest at the sight. There were so many Wolfen advancing towards the Labyrinth and the sight unnerved her. Looking back at the Goblin army with worry, she mentally asked herself how could they possibly be a match for any of the Wolfen?

Hearing her mental question he looked away from the crystal toward Sarah, "They might not look like much, but they are capable of being quite lethal when necessary."

His words still did not make her feel any better, for there would still be quite a number that would not come back from this confrontation. Hardening her resolve, she squared her shoulders and readied herself for what ever may come.

They emerged from the safety of the Glendalian forest towards their intended destination. So close to starting what would regain them to power and glory. Looking over to his son, Emian looked to him with approval.

Gray eyes hardening as he looked out over his pack, the hunger for blood was great as he swore to drain every ounce of the Goblin Kings life’s force. Once out of the way, Sarah would be his for the taking. ‘Oh Sarah, how much I want you,’ he mentally sent towards her.

This was how Emian had always dreamed it, to fight beside his son and take revenge on the loss of his love, his children. Genard would definitely pay for his treachery and soon all of the Fae will feel the Wolfen’s rage as they would take vengeance for what the Hunters did to their kind. They would do the very thing that was done to them, only this time, there would be no survivors.

Damien’s mental words were received loud and clear within her mind, making her shiver from the brisk contact. The scene where he had pinned her helplessly underneath him on that pillar of stone when he was about to rape her came to mind, followed by the attack that made her what she was. Sarah shivered at the memory.

He could sense her unease and mentally reached out to her, "Are you all right?"

She looked to him, her eyes filling with a pain that he wished he could take away, "Damien, I heard his thoughts. He’ll never let me go."

"Sarah…" his mental words were brought short as his crystal showed that it was time, "Be ready."

Sarah nodded in return, her hand tightening against the hilt of her dagger as her eyes focused forwards.

Seeing that everyone was as ready as they were going to be, Jareth willed his power into being. In a flash of brilliant light, they were no longer in front of the castle beyond the Goblin City but were now standing in an open field facing a mass of stunned Wolfen. The whole of the goblin army made ready with their weapons awaiting their King’s command.

The whole of the Wolfen advance came to a complete stand still as a flash of light blinded them. With a growl Damien’s eyes immediately came into contact with the Goblin King’s before shifting towards his supposed to be mate.

Sarah backed up slightly as her eyes came into contact with Damien’s, she could feel his anger and want, making her sick with disgust. Looking away from him, her eyes scanned the large Wolfen pack that were all too ready to pounce, all it would take was a word from their leader who stood before his pack returning her gaze. At this, she stepped forwards, her words strong and clear so that all could hear, "Emian, it is not too late to stop this before it has to start. We do not wish to fight you, but will if you continue with your plans." She then addressed the rest of the pack with her mental and verbal plea, "Please, there are more peaceful ways to make our kind known and accepted within the Underground. Do not let your leader’s thirst for revenge blind you to what is right."

Genard heard her words and wished that she would just shut up. His eyes watched as the crowd of Wolfen stirred from her speech, looking to one another in bewilderment. She must have mentally spoke that to them as well, cleaver, very cleaver.

Jareth grinned at the way her mental and verbal words caused doubt to ruffle through the Wolfen gathered before them. He could see though that Emian would not listen and the pack would mindlessly follow him to hell and back if he asked it of them.

Damien could see the pack waver at her words his eyes borrowing towards her. She was beautiful, dressed in a red blouse that accented her pale features, black figure fitting pants, which he notice sculpted her firm lovely legs. He could see her hand resting against a small dagger, her eyes looking over the pack in hopes that she had gotten through to them. She had no idea what loyalties they bestowed towards their leader, his father.

Sly grin in play, he looked towards his father who nodded in return, "Right? Sarah, is it not right to take back what the Fae have stolen and kept for their own for so long, they who slaughtered our kind. Revenge, is it revenge to seek justice for the wrongs plagued upon us for so long?"

The pack nodded in agreement with Damien’s words. She might be powerful and Wolfen, as they are, but she knew nothing of what hardships and cruelty their kind have had to endure.

A cold chill ran down her spine, as she knew that they would not be swayed by words. Looking towards Jareth their eyes met and they both knew what was to come next.