Well all stories must come to an end and this one will finally be finished after months of working on it. This story as I write this part has one more review than The Return of The Princess. So I'm guess you all liked it a bit more. So thanks for all of the lovely reviews.

Now I want to explain something, I'll mention things in this epilogue that may have you think I'll write a sequel. Well, I don't plan to write a sequel. My next story will be called, this is still a working title, but if you have it where you get alerts when I post something new you'll know, Once Upon A Twitter. I plan to do something with the story that some of you may not like, but it will allow me to improve my writing very much, I hope. I explain that in the first AN with the work.

K. The link below is a pic of what I used to describe Sarah's wedding gown. Remember take the spaces out.

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Pic of Jareth's crown.

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Pic of Sarah's tiara.

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So here begins the finally entry in Persephone.

Epilogue

Sarah stood in front of a full-length mirror in the South suite in her wedding gown, with her hair down. Penelope had been given extra time to finish it, since the wedding had to be pushed a week back, because of all the people showing up to pay homage to the Goblin King. So she had been able to do a bit more than she had originally planned.

The gown had a touch of the middle ages, but Sarah loved it. It was off the shoulder, but it had bell sleeves. There was lace around the top of the bodice and around the waist. Also there was a lace overlay that covered almost the entire dress except down the middle on the front, where it did not cover showed the layer under the lace. It was edged with lace along the edges. The gown also had a lovely train. It was simple and yet elegant. She glanced behind her as her mother entered the room carrying a box.

"Sarah, you're beautiful." Helen walked up and stood beside her daughter. "But you still need to put on your veil."

Sarah turned slightly towards her mother. "Psyche said it was your job to do that."

"Really?" Helen shrugged. "Ok." Helen moved over to the vanity and set the box down. She opened it a lifted a beautiful tiara. Slowly she carried it back towards Sarah. "When they see this, all will know who your father was." Gently she placed it on her daughter's hair. "He created this for his daughter who could control the heavens."

Sarah looked at herself again in the mirror. The tiara was beautiful. It was silver and mostly diamonds, but it had small emeralds here and there, as well as a large front and center. Sarah glanced at her mother. "Mom, Dad gave you this."

Helen smiled weakly. "Sweetie, Robert is not your father."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, we were getting ready for the wedding and well, I didn't know how to say it."

"Then who is my father?"

"He was one of the first to die, Sarah. Actually you are much older than Jareth."

"Mom."

"Your father is Astraios."

"Astraios?"

"The God of the Stars."

"You mean the father of the four winds?"

"Yes, Sarah, I'm older than they think as well. Yes, I was Helen of Troy, but … well, I was someone else once." She gently played with Sarah's hair. "You are the Goddess of the Stars. We had to flee because well Hera and I didn't get along."

"You were a goddess?"

"Oh, I was more than that. I was a titan, but enough about me. Sarah, no one knows who you really are, but once they see this tiara they will know that someone will once again control the heavens."

"What does that mean?"

"You can make the stars, planets, and other heavenly bodies do as you wish. Like how Jareth reorders time. I'm still wondering where he got that."

Sarah smiled. "So am I the only one left?"

Helen looked away. "The four winds should be here."

"Mom?"

Helen looked at her. "I left my other children to protect the one who could save us all. I don't regret it, but I wish I could have stayed with you longer."

"Oh, Mom." Sarah hugged her mother. As the two parted, Sarah smiled at her mother. "I still need my veil."

Helen walked over to the vanity and lifted the veil and attached it to the tiara. She flipped the blusher over Sarah's face. "He would be proud of you, Sarah. I am." She glanced at the door. "And so will your brothers. All five of them."

XOXOX

Jareth lounged on a chair in the West suite. He was already dressed; he had copied his outfit from the peach dream, but had turned what was blue into white. He was mostly in white, but he had added hits of gold. He still needed to put on the damn crown. He glanced at it sitting on so horrible on it's pillow. There had to be away of getting rid of it. It clashed with his hair, and he had never liked wearing crowns. He was glad that for the title of Goblin King he could just wear the amulet around his neck, but did he really need to wear the gods awful crown. He glanced at the door into his current bedchamber as it opened.

Psyche stuck her head in. "Jareth, they're waiting on you."

He nodded. "I know."

Psyche opened the door more and walked in. "Jareth, you need to be wearing your crown."

He looked at it. "Do I have to?"

Psyche looked at it. "That doesn't look like the one your father had."

"I don't know if it is or not. It's just the one Hades crowned me with."

Psyche walked over and looked at it. "I think your father just wore the amulet." She glanced at Jareth. "He was like you and refused to wear a crown."

"I think I know why."

Psyche smiled. "Well, you are the King. Do you want to wear it? It's your choice."

Jareth grinned. "What do you think?"

Psyche laughed. "Well, come along. You need to get down there before Sarah comes out of the South suite."

Jareth stood up and walked towards the doors. He stopped and turned to face his grandmother. "I still can't believe this is happening."

Psyche walked towards him. "What? You being the King of the Underground or marrying Sarah?"

"Marrying Sarah. Do you know today is has been exactly six years since she defeated the Labyrinth?"

"Really?" Psyche hid a smile behind her hand. "I hadn't a clue." She stopped beside him. "Now come on. You're wedding is about to start."

Psyche watched as Jareth walked out of the West suite. Her daughter would have been very proud of her son, if she had remembered him. She glanced at the crown on the pillow. Jareth would never wear it. As she walked out she sent the crown down to the vault. No one would see it again until Sarah and Jareth's son was crowned King of the Underground, but that would not be for a very long time.

Well there you go. There is the finally entry of this story. I changed more of the Greek mythology a bit. I can't have Jareth and Sarah related. So I hope you enjoyed this story.

I will try to start my next story as soon as I can. So if you please review for the last time.

Thanks to everyone who has and will review this story. You all deserve a little shirtless Jareth, but I can't send it to you since I don't have one myself. Maybe we just need one and we can pass him around. Let's think on that. Until, my next story.

Oh, since I updated this before Halloween, could you all give me a review. It's a piece of candy to me.