Still on his knees, he felt the air about him shimmering with magic and now found himself back where he started. He was in front of the Goblin King’s castle, a scowl crossing his features. Genard had been so distracted on his mission to kill Emian that he missed the opportunity to kill Sarah. There were still too many Wolfen left over by the attack, brining him to the decision that he would have to create more Hunters and finish it himself.

First though he had to deal with a particular Wolfen named Sarah, but how? An idea coming to mind, he raised himself to his feet to start the plan that was forming within his mind.

Still holding her in comfort, he transported them back to his bedchambers, knowing that she needed to rest. Her use of her power and the weight of her actions had drained her greatly. Laying her down gently on the bed, he stroked a strand of her dark hair out of her face as he kneeled down beside the bed.

She looked to the ceiling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sarah could not believe what had happened, all that she had done. The look within Damien’s eyes as he lay before her dying, played over and over within her mind. Jareth was right when he spoke of the consequences that came with taking a life. She felt as if a part of her soul had been ripped away, destroyed by her own actions.

Leaning forwards, he kissed her tear stained cheek, "Sarah, don’t. You did what you had to do. There is no wrong in any of your actions of today."

Clenching her eyes shut, she held her hands to her face, "I killed him. I…tore his throat out with my own teeth. I’m a monster!"

Immediately, he pulled her hands away from her face forcing her to look at him, "No Sarah, you are no monster. Never think that! He was a sadistic bastard that haunted and tormented you. He is the one to blame not you."

She looked away, that memory of killing still edged deep within her soul, "I need to be alone. Please, I just need to be alone right now."

With a frown he obeyed her wishes, backing away from her as he watched her curl up into a fetal position holding her knees to her chest and looking away from him. It pained him to see her like this, but he knew that she just needed some time alone to gather her thoughts. So much had happened in such a short amount of time and he wished that there was some way that he could wash them away. He could make her forget but that would have been wrong of him.

Bowing his head he forced himself to leave though he wanted so much to stay, so much to comfort her.

Sensing that he was gone, she broke down into tears once again, her eyes stinging from the constant crying. She felt so tired and could barely keep her eyes open. Blank blackness met her vision as she was no longer strong enough to keep her eyes open.

The black blanket over her eyes was a comfort to her, as she knew that she was asleep. Sarah felt warm and safe, a soft light starting to grow about her. She paid it no mind, as she lay back and relaxed.

A brilliant sky of blue met her gaze, as she found herself laying in a grassy meadow, a soft breeze playing with the strands of her long dark brown hair. The fresh scent of the grass and wildflowers sent a feeling of quiet tranquility through her being. The weight of her actions no longer bothering her.

The soft caress of her cheek caused her to sit up with a start her eyes scanning the area around her. It was almost identical to the dream she had when Alia had visited her, her surrounding’s matching that certain dream. In the far distance of the rolling hills of green she could see mountains, some with snow covered peeks.

"Sarah," the soft voice called.

Turning quickly Sarah came to her feet as she saw Alia standing behind her, "Alia? Why…why are you here?"

Alia smiled sweetly her red hair swaying with the gentle breeze, "To thank you."

Sarah’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, "But…"

A familiar form appeared beside Alia, his gray hair and brows now black as night, his gray eyes sparkling with warmth and a slight hint of regret. Emian smiled warmly, he looked so much like Damien that Sarah choked out a sob of regret, anguish written on her face. He held up his hand, his words calming her clenching heart, "Do not pain yourself with guilt, that burden should be bestowed upon me. I am sorry that you were forced into this, as I am sorry for a lot of things."

Numbly, Sarah fell to her knees, tears once again streaking down her cheeks, "But I killed your son."

Alia was at her side hugging her in comfort, "No, don’t! Jareth was right, you did what you had to do. To do any less would have been wrong of you. Damien brought his death upon himself by his actions towards you."

Emian kneeled down in front of Sarah, regret now fully within his eyes, "I do not blame you for his death. It is I who sowed the hate and thirst for power within his heart. By my own making he had become as twisted as me. He is free Sarah, as am I."

Sarah wiped away her tears, looking up to Emian, "I don’t think that I will ever be free of this guilt for killing him. So many were lost…"

Alia stroked Sarah’s hair causing her to look her way, "As is normal, but don’t allow that guilt to destroy you. I will not lie to you, this has left its scar on you and will never go away. Right now you have a fate to fulfill. There is much work needed to do to repair the damage of several lifetimes of hate. It will not be easy, but you are the one to bring our kind back from the darkness. Sarah, you are the light that we need to lead the way."

Alia’s words brought her some comfort, "I still have to address the courts and show them what had happened."

Emian nodded in agreement, "Yes, but there is so much more. We can not tell you your future for it is not written in stone."

"You need to wake up now. Remember Genard, he will not let this lie as his heart is tainted with hate and revenge. He will not rest until all Wolfen are dead. Wake up Sarah! Wake up!" Alia’s words echoed within her mind the vision of the dream no longer there.

Confused, yet comforted from her dream, she blinked opened her eyes only to find a long sword coming down at her. Rolling from the bed with a cry, she fell to the floor falling over her own feet as she struggled to rise.

Genard quickly rounded to the other side of the bed, knowing that he needed to strike her down before she could regain her senses. Hand gripping tightly about the hilt of his sword, he chased her retreating form.

He sat on his throne, the creases of worry crossing his brow. Jareth knew that Sarah’s kind and caring nature would make it difficult for her to recover from what had been done. She had taken a life, which he knew to be one of the most difficult burdens to bare.

Concerned for her well being, he convinced himself not to allow her to be alone any longer. Jareth’s heart dropped as soon as he felt and heard Sarah’s cry. In an instant he was within his chambers, his eyes fiercely glued on the Fae that dare try to harm the very person whom he loved. Lashing out, he knocked Genard away from her.

Pulling herself up off the floor Sarah leaned against the wall as she watched Jareth lash out his power. The look she saw within his eyes startled her, she had never seen such anger in those mismatched eyes of his and knew that Genard would not live for long.

Rolling from the floor Genard was quickly to his feet, sword clenched in his hands as he watched a very angry Goblin King stalking towards him. He cursed himself for not being close enough. Now he would have to kill the Goblin King before he could reach the Wolfen.

Wielding his sword into being he did not hesitate as he brought it down onto Genard’s form. Metal clanked against metal as swords collided.

Genard grinned evilly towards the King, he had wanted for so long to take out his true feelings towards the Goblin King. With skill of years, he dodged another hit from Jareth slicing his sword towards his exposed knee.

Quickly Jareth countered Genard’s intended blow blocking his sword from slicing at his knee. Gloved fist slammed hard into exposed cheek, causing Genard to stumble back.

Pain raking his face, he spun out from Jareth’s blade slashing his sword in a sweeping motion. Genard was greatly satisfied as he felt his sword cut through flesh and made for the King’s middle as he thrust forwards.

The sting of pain raked through his arm as he felt the crude metal slice into his shoulder. Dodging Genard’s sword he avoided being impaled as Jareth sliced his sword towards his assailant’s middle.

The sword ripping at his midsection caused him to fall forward, hands grasping at the blade that now was imbedded into his middle. Sting of metal slicing against him, Genard toppled over, falling to the cold gray floor. Coughing, he could taste his own blood on his lips as he laughed at the Goblin King towering over him. "You think that you’ve won…that I will be the last."

Standing over Genard, he coldly looked to his injured and almost dying form. A grim smirk on his lips, Jareth looked to him with pure rage, "Yes, but you will not be around to see it." Lifting his sword, he readied to plunge it down to finish his death, "Think of that on your way to hell!"

Sarah pushed herself from the wall seeing that Jareth was about to finish Genard off. Quickly, she was at his side holding back the plunge of his sword, "No! Jareth, please no more. There’s been enough killing."

His eyes harshly met with hers, "He tried to kill you. I will not allow him another chance to do so."

Her hand caressed against his cheek, calmness within her voice, "Allow the courts to judge him." Looking to Genard’s bloodied form she looked to him with pity, "In the end, you will pay for the pain and harm that you have caused."

Genard scoffed at her pity, not able to make a remark as he was racked with the pain of his wound. Slipping into unconsciousness, he cursed the Wolfen before him swearing that he would finish what he started one way or the other.

Lowering his sword, he willed a crystal into being as he sent Genard to the dungeons, healing his wounds enough so that he would live to see his judgment. As Genard’s body vanished from the room he made his sword vanish, taking Sarah in his arms. Kissing her forehead he looked to the wall as he held her tightly to him, "I will allow no one to harm you."

She smiled against his chest, "I know." Pulling away she looked up her eyes searching for his, "I love you."

Relief enveloped his being as he saw a renewed light within her eyes, no longer sensing her anguish. Leaning down his lips met with hers kissing her with passion and love. Not wanting to break from their kiss he mentally added, "I love you too."