You know the deal.

I am so sorry for the long delay. This goes out to everyone.

Darkness filled the land, its inky black fingers spread out over the sky blocking out all but the moon which shone vibrantly in pale contrast to its surroundings. Days had passed since the massacre on the village and word had spread throughout the four kingdoms; causing the debunked armies to once again pick up their arms and gather en mass. Even citizens of the kingdoms, began to carry weapons, not swords or pikes, but clubs and pitchforks. In fact anything that could injure, maim or kill was used. Throughout the underworld the whispers all pointed towards one thing WAR. In order to maintain peace Laeg had order his personal army The Red Branch, to maintain the growing alarm. The seasonal festivities of the Summer Solstice, had been cancelled. The once pacifists citizens were in a constant state of mind-numbing fear for the forthcoming battle. Only question was who is the enemy?

These who relied on the four kings for help and guidance, waited with baited breath on word of Jareth's quest. What the goblin king had to seek was anybody guesses and rumours where rife. Some claim that he had run away, hidden himself and that human deep within the walls of the castle beyond the goblin city, in the very heart of the labyrinth. Others allege that he was in a council of war, with the rulers, trying to decide who or what the adversary was and if it was a threat to them all. As for the creatures or monsters or phantoms or whatever they were (rumours about them were rife as well) since the horrific events in the village neither hide nor hair was seen.

In field surrounding the stone circle of The Elemental Court the three remaining rulers were holding a council of war. And predictably the topic of Sarah found its way into the conversation.

"…but to trust a human! After what happened last time we trusted them"

"Donn, try to understand, that was over two thousand years ago. The ancient ones deemed her fit enough to show her the messages."

"I understand that, believe me I do," said Donn, "but the lives of the all the kingdoms rest upon her shoulders. Humans are fickle creatures as it is, but to trust them with the lives of my subjects as well as my loved ones…" Donn left the rest of the sentence hanging.

Eshyn sighed this was going nowhere fast; they had been going round in circles for the previous three hours. Trying everything they think of to persuade Donn to change his mind in trusting the mortal. But deep inside, Eshyn secretly agreed with Donn's concerns. Except for the few that travelled Jareth's labyrinth, fae and human had no contact for two millenniums. Even those who walked the twisting paths in order to 'win' back their wished away ones had no contact, except with the Goblin King. Even that, they only remember as dreams.

Turning to the Alba king, Eshyn said "Donn I agree, humans caused a mass genocide against our kind. But…" Eshyn said before the surprised Laeg could voice his disagreement. "Laeg is right, the mortal was chosen by the ancient ones, to show their messages. She was visited by the horned god himself. Perhaps she is the key to solving what is attacking us. Anyway Jareth trusts her and I trust him."

"I thank you for your faith in me Eshyn, but Donn is right, you have the right not to trust Sarah. After all, she is a human and a stranger." Jareth walked out of the shadows. "It is not her that we need to be concerned about. It is her friend, this Morgan." Jareth almost spat out her name. "She is the one who worries me. She has this knowledge, she knows too much."

"What do you mean?" Laeg enquired

"If you would follow me, I will demonstrate" With that the four sovereigns left the war room.

Near to the entrance to the marquee there was a rectangular stone, which stood ankle high. The stone was diaphanously covered with intrinsic designs and patterns. In the middle of the top was a triskell, surrounded by the Celtic language of Ogham.

"Can it be? Is it real?" Enquired, a shaken Donn.

"How did you find it?" Laeg asked

"Morgan."

The light from flickering candles danced over the crystal cavern. A solitary form resided on a crystal throne. The throne was covered in furs and deer hides. The figure's face was hidden in the shadows. Everything was set.