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A/N: Started when in the midst of Pan's Labyrinth, Darthbuttercup goes: "Wouldn't it be awesome if Moanna was Sarah's daughter?". To which my reaction was DDDDDD: And then proceeded to write it not hours later. This is my take, and Darthbuttercup wrote hers...go read it :)

In one glorious year in the Underground, a child was born.

And she was loved.

Like her mother, she had silky black hair and fair skin. Like her father she was ethereal and of the Otherworld. But from both of them, she possessed a deep curiousity, a need for knowledge, a love of stories.

And so one fateful day she decided to travel to the Above. To see the world as a mortal does, the land from whence her mother came. So she climbed a stair, and then another, and when she beheld the bright sunlight sky the beauty of it seared her mind, burnt her eyesight. She fell ill and her immortailty felt the onslaught of the fleetingness of mortal beauty.

Her parents mourned, and so great was her mother's grief did she slip away like a shadow from the palace of the goblin king to seek out her lost child. Up the same stairs of her daughter did she take, up and up, and through the doorway until the once mortal Goblin Queen beheld the night sky of her birth for the first time in years.

There she found her daughter, slight and pale. The Goblin Queen too, she who had been long removed from a mortal existance, felt the wear of the magicless power of the Above and began to waste away.

His child gone, and his queen slowly fading as she refused to move from the portal between worlds, the goblin king of the Underworld called to his subjects and opened numerous doors to the above. Search for my daughter, he commanded. For he knew that she would be found somewhere above. But the years passed. Many, many, years, and slowly one by one did the portals close until all but a few remained.

"She hasn't returned."

"She will."

The queen, though faded, had lost none of her sharpness, and knew that he stretched the truth. She looked at her hands, transparent and disappearing to once more join her to the world of mortals.

"I have to go." She said, looking out into the vast sky, "She's waiting for me."

"Sarah, it will hurt you," The goblin king told her.

His queen was implacable, "But it will bring her back."

And he could do nothing but watch as she, too, returned to a mortal existance.

Years later, though the significance would be lost to those who resided in the Above, a child was born.

The girl grew up, and loved a tailor who had feathery blond hair and mismatched eyes.

Together, they had a child. A girl with black hair, and fair skin who would grow to love stories and fairy tales of the Underworld.