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Thief in the Mist

Chapter one

Goodbye my little knight

There's comes a moment in every teens life where it's time to grow up, time to leave the nest, start a life of their own. For one Sarah Williams, it was that time though not they way she expected or planned. Just over five years ago when she was fifteen Sarah use to dream of a housewife life, married, three kids, perfect husband in a nice house; the classic white picket fence life. She'll not have such a life, not now, not ever, not even if she could... It seemed utterly ridiculous!

After her little trip through the labyrinth she had changed forever. She put away her toys and costumes, she was no longer a dreamer. Dreams...the word held no meaning to her anymore. She had not dreamt since, not even nightmares. It was the cost she paid for the return of her beloved brother.

At first it didn't seem like much to pay, but as the days rolled into week, months, years, Sarah began to understand what she really lost. Unable to dream in any sense of the word, she lost herself.

Sarah was now an empty shell of what she use to be, her life became dark and secluded, nose buried in books of lore, legends, any information she could get her hands on to try and regain what she lost. Filling her mind daily, not resting nightly Sarah became hostile towards everyone, strangers, friends, teachers, family, even her own parents, everyone; save Toby, her sweet brother.

Tobias Joseph Williams, being with him gave her a sense of peace, also with a sense of longing, a longing for that world of magic that began to overwhelm her. Now five years later, it was to much, she could no longer stay with her family, in this magic less realm of concrete and steel.

The full moon lit the dark sky with the reflection of the sun, rolling fog thickened the air. The mists called to her, the voices of her Celtic ancestors beckoned, bid her travel through the veil. A kiss for Toby, a silent good-bye, a red leather book tucked in his hands and a soft whisper in his ear.

"keep it hidden my little knight".

Sarah stepped out into the night, her sneakered feet made no din against the asphalt road, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a good pair of trusty jeans and a warm sweater, she was ready. Walking down the road, into the night Sarah glanced back at her childhood home one last time with a soft aching in her heart before moving on.

The street lamps growing dim behind her as the mists grew thicker, welcoming her into it's white air, swallow her whole. Leaving home was hard. Living a life without dreams and magic was harder. Walking the mist bridge between worlds has it's prices, it's dangers. Which was one thing Sarah did not count on as she let out a high pitched scream.

A small puddle of blood on the paved street in front of the old Victorian home was all that was left of the human; Sarah Linda Williams

Jareth sat behind the desk of his grand study, attending to his kingly duties. The latest adoption; Renee. Two an a half year old girl adopted out to a noble fae family just on the outskirts of A'tium.

Little Renee was like most of the of the unwanted children he'd acquire; Scared and unsure. But it was her physical appearance that disturbed him; her 's made it painful to look at her. Deep green as HER'S, round and full of life, deep wonder and fantasy.

He'd rid his castle of the child as soon as possible but the child's eyes echoed her daunting words... The goblin king sighed heavily, scratching his quill along the parchment in front of him. "sire!" called a shrilled voice from a little black fuzzy goblin no bigger than a cat, as he came scrambling into the room.

"sire!" it bowed quickly. Jareth glanced up from his mound of papers.

"what is it?" he asked calmly, calmness always made goblins nervous.

"the girl, the lady Sarah!" he squeaked, fidgeting with his hands.

Jareth went rigged for a slit second. "yes, what of her?" he asked, hiding all emotion.

"sire..she's...gone" he mumbled.

Jareth sat up, back flat against his chair as is spine went stiff as a board. "gone?"

the goblin nodded quickly. "missing" he squeaked again.

"missing?" he stood, striding over to the little goblin. "since when?" he demanded.

The goblin gulped and begun to count his little fingers, babbling numbers.

"this many mortal moons ago!" he held up all six of his fingers proudly "and this many more!" he added, wiggling all six again.

Jareth pinched the bridge of his nose wondering they he wasn't informed the moment she disappeared but thought it pointless to get mad about it now. "and the boy?" he murmured.

"safe, lady gave kiss to master Toby before she gone" Squeak grimaced.

"was she taken?" the king looked down at his subject.

"lady went outside, didn't come back" he shook his head sadly.

"I am not allowed to interfere with mortal affairs, it's out if my hands. Return to you're post with the boy"

Squeak bowed again and hurried off.

Jareth stood, waiting a couple extra moments before he made a mad dash for the window knocking over an extra chair, blowing the papers off his desk, and tripping over the rug before leaping out in owl form. Through the veil he flew at high speeds towards Sarah's home in the human realm.

Gracefully he landed on a branch, long talons gripping with great strength. His mismatched eyes watching, observing silently. Several vehicles parked outside beneath the overcast skies. Through a window he could see Robert Williams comforting his wife both clad in black...everyone in black. The house of Williams seemed to be in mourning. Jareth felt his heart clinch, his breath hitch, his entire body freeze for a moment...was Sarah...They acted as if... No.. Could she be...dead?

Quickly he flew into Sarah's room as he found the window open, landing in his humanoid form. The first thing he noticed with her vanity mirror covered with a large cloth as were any pictures of her. With a gloved hand, he reached and touched the fabric over the mirror, the mirror that she spent so many hours in front of, the mirror that reflected her entire life.

"so she doesn't become trapped" came a small voice.

Jareth whipped around to find a little boy standing in the door way, gripping a tattered Teddy as if his life depended on it.

"Toby" he whispered in reconization of the blonde haired, blue eyed lad he was so fond of. Slowly, wordlessly Jareth knelt down and opened his arms, quickly filled with a sobbing Toby. "she's not dead, she's not dead. Mum and daddy says she is but I know she's not" he mumbled against the goblin king's chest.

"I'll find her my boy, I'll find her" her promised as he stroked the soft blond hair of his unofficial heir.

Jareth spent days searching for her, for anything, any hint, any trace, something to let him now she was alive. Nothing, he found nothing! With a heavy heart, Jareth returned to his castle, and locked himself in his chambers.

1990 - A year passed since Sarah "died". Life at the Williams house was more or less normal but forever tainted with the sadness that came with the loss of an only daughter, and a most beloved sister. Toby turned six and blew out his candles wishing to be with her again.

1991 - His wish never came true. Yet another birthday without her. Seven years old.

1992 - Toby's eighth birthday was the same but he made the same wish anyways giving him hope for the next year.

1993 - Nine years old, grade four. A beautiful young boy stared as the flickering candles on his cake making the wish. His only wish. 'come home Sarah'

1994 - Ten candles, one wish and breaking heart of a child losing hope. He stopped seeing goblins.

1995 - Eleven, no more wishes.

1996 - Twelve...she was never coming back.

1997 - Thirteen, she abandoned him...

1998 - Fourteen, how could she leave him alone!

1999 - Fifteen...he would never forgive her.

2000 - Sixteen. Alone in the attic sat a young man in a black well tailored suit fitted for his athletic body. His face pale and sculpted, soft blond hair slicked back in a classy fashion. His eyes rich blue, deep with a melancholy soul as he looked at the last picture he had taken with his newly departed parents.

A silent rogue tear escaped down his cheek in their memory, a slender finger stroked the faces in the photo. With a sigh Toby put the picture back in the box he pulled it from, shifting through more photos his eyes catching one in particular of a raven beauty. The green eyes danced with dreams and fantasy of a fourteen year old girl as she smiled broadly, her dark hair over my shoulder. "Sarah" he whispered into the stuffy attic.

Oh how he remember the wondrous stories she use to tell him; king Arthur was his favorite though. She would pour her heart and soul into the fantastical tales she weaved for him. He could almost feel as if they were real, as if he was in them. Battling dragons, saving kingdoms, rescuing princesses...or atleast that's how he liked to think of it.

Sarah always made the girls in her stories strong and wild. Not that he truly minded of course but he was a boy after all and being a great knight had been his dream. She use to dress up as a princess and he a little warrior just like in her stories and take him to the park where they'd play together in their own world, their own escape. She was his magic and he was her little knight; as she called him. "little knight" he murmured.

Staring at the picture, his mind began to kick into overdrive as an old memory began to resurface but not quite able to, like braking through thick ice between his conscious and subconscious over a river of moments in time preserved in the depths of his mind. "little knight" he repeated louder with more strength in his voice. 'keep it hidden my little knight' her voice echoed through his head.

The memory breached, hitting him hard. Flashes of her beautiful eyes, flesh memory of her lips kissing his cheek, her voice verbalizing the same intent; her final goodbye. And the red leather book she left him. "the book!" Toby dropped the photo and shot to his feet. In a flash he climbed down the stairs and into his room where he whipped open the door to his closet. Quickly he pulled down an old shoe box from the top shelf and took it to his bed where he planted himself, as if to brace himself for the emotional blow he knew he was about to feel.

In the box was the little crimson worked-hide bound book he kept since the night she disappeared. He had not even opened the book once since, he didn't need too. He knew the story, as she had told him many times but now, he felt as if he needed to read it if only to keep sane.

Toby breathed shakily and drew back the cover only to have a page fall out onto his lap. "awe" he groaned, placing the tome gently down to keep anymore pages from coming out and reached for the one in his lap. It was from the book... The paper was different and the words written in..pen? It was a note from Sarah.

My dearest little knightBy the time you read this, I will have been long gone from you're world and I wrote this note in hopes to help you understand why. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done but I had to. There was something I lost in my life, something I needed to get back and I could not bare to stay any longer. The book will explain. I know you're probably angry with me if not hateful, I will not ask for you're forgiveness only you're understanding. I hope that one day we'll meet again but until then I want you to be all you can be Toby. Finish school, find something you like to do, find love, get married, have kids. Don't just be good, be a great Toby. And when you're gray and old when all is said and done, if I haven't returned I want you to remember that I love you. I have always loved you no matter what and I will love you until I die. Even though I left, even though I'm not there, won't see you grow, won't share precious moments with you, laugh with you, cry with you, even fight with you. I will love you forever, I carry you in my heart always. Live you're dreams Toby, never loose the magic my beloved knight.

Sarah.