Summary: When all that ever meant anything to Sarah is killed, why not kill all that's left? After an offer of assassination training from the only person too ever help her since her birth, she sets out on her mission. To kill the Goblin King, but there are truths and people she hasn't reckoned on.

AN: This is StarlitAngel and Redaura cowritting. Again. ;) This is the revised version of Echo's of Evil. THANK YOU to all past reviewers, and please review our little fic. The only thing you need to know for this fic is that we're taking the movies reality, as in the movie happened to Sarah Williams, but the rest of the world is deprived from seeing the movie. (Scary thought). Hope you enjoy!

Prologue: What you deserve.

Once upon a time, or so the fairies claim, there was a terrible darkness that swept over the land. On this cloud of death and destruction the powerful Warlock Lord Bromiar rode his magic of the dead and laid waste to the lands of the Underground as they fell before him and drowned all that was good and swamped all of the light with hungrey night. The tales state he killed all that was good and everyone despaired as it all decayed. His power was to great and to strong for the free peoples of the Underground as they had forgotten what this power was like, and where it came from.

Except one, the Old Reigne of the Underground, who had the last say in important matters. He rose from his slumber of a hundred years and halted the evil Warlocks advance into the heart of the land. There was a spectacular, terrifying fight, where the stars held their breath above the dark cloud awaiting the outcome and the moon hide her face in fear. The sun dared not to rise and so the only lighting for the warriors fighting to the death, was that which they created themselves within their struggle for what they believed.

The fire of their magics flared across the land, destroying anyone foolhardy enough to venture near, the Warlocks destroying and taking, and the Old Reigne giving. The battle lasted many, many days, and many nights until the Old Reigne was exhausted, and he could do no more. He fell to the ground, and the whole land shuddered, for who else would stand in the Warlocks way? Who could possibly stop him?

The Old Reigne's son, who by default was now The Reigne was distraught, at loosing a father, at loosing his liege. It now fell to him to protect his land, his people and his throne. So he did the only thing he could do. Forced to much power into the Warlords shell, forced him to yield as his aura swelled sickly and unusable. Death can not work at such close quarters to Life.

The fall of the Warlock was fortunous and one of pure luck. The Warlock Lord was banned to Aboveground, Earth, where humans where just crawling out of their caves and learning to play with fire.

But all was not well Underground.

All the magic that Bromiar had stolen and taken had left the land bare, barren and fruitless. Rumours grew amongst the people The Reigne had fought so hard and lost so much to protect. They whispered of his cunning plans, his dishonesty and lack of honour. They told of his cruelty and, worst of all, of how he killed his father for the position.

Finally, The Reigne was forced to flee, and he fled with his free supporters deep into the heart of the Underground, never to be seen again.

And again, the rumours ran. Of how King Jareth was ruling the Goblins, and the few stupid fools who had followed him. Of how King Jareth, The Goblin King would take all unwanted children. And somehow, this rumour spread to earth, long after the humans had lost their belief and life with magic.

And outlawed, amongst silly smelly humans, Bromiar heard this. And he was determined for his revenge to be complete. Blending in as best he could, amongst the suddenly modern times of cyber space and pollution he took a wife. That wife bore him two sweet children, and he was content, for that would aid his plan.

He would not want them, so when King Jareth came, he would be ready.

He loved and nurtured his family, and then cruelly pulled the plug on them. He beat them; he abused them in every possible way. And one day, his little girl said it. "Goblin King! Goblin King! Where ever you may be! Take us far away from he!"

But it did not work, and Bromiar, heart heavy with disappointment and bitter did the only thing he could think of. Mocked his daughter. "I wish the Goblins would come and take you away! You disgust me! I wish you'd go right now!"

And that one worked. He was facing his mortal enemy once again across the sands of the Underground. But his plans where not to be. He had wished the children and his wife away. He had agreed to play the game, and the Labyrinth allowed for no cheaters. He faced dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered but he couldn't fight his way to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City.

It was humiliating, and while Jareth victoriously kept his, Bromiar's wife and children, he was banned once more into the dull and magicless Aboveground.

This was not to be endured.

Once more, Bromiar turned to children to fight his way into the Labyrinth, but again, when his wife's niece fought for her brother, Toby, he was foiled by the magic of the Labyrinth. But the Labyrinth showed him one thing. How he could send another into the Labyrinth to kill Jareth. And that other would have had to have been through the Labyrinth before.

Sarah Williams was a bit old to be trained as an assassin, but it was never to late. He started to work on his plan, almost straight away.

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