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Several hours later Sarah sat in front of her mirror staring at her reflection. Why her? Why had Linda died, and why had she lived? Why hadn’t the driver been five minutes late or early that day so they could have missed one another entirely? Why, what if, if only… they all began to bleed together. These thoughts receded, however, once the mirror began to shift. The reflective surface began to ripple, radiating from the center outward. Finally it became clear allowing Sarah to see the other side.
Rather than the ones Sarah had been expecting, Sarah saw a stranger. It seemed that he couldn’t see her, however, as he sat on a bed in an elaborate bedroom. What caught her most were his gorgeous violet eyes as he stared at the fireplace in front of him. He seemed so… lost. Just as she began to consider calling out to him she saw his shadow cast upon the ground and noticed an irregularity. That was no human shadow, but more closely resembled a hound. What had… but the mirror shifted back to its usual state as a deep, heart rending howl ripped through the room.

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Jareth sat on the windowsill of his thrown room and stared out at his kingdom. All was silent, which was unusual. He had needed to think, however, and goblins tended to be rambunctious creatures by nature. He had only gotten complete compliance after sending two straight to the bog of eternal stench.
Mismatched eyes scanned the kingdom below with unseeing eyes. His mind was too busy to even process the scene before him. No, he was much too busy thinking of all he had learned from Thanatos. He still couldn’t figure out why his uncle had bothered contacting him about the matter. Why even bother?!
Despite his childish denial, Jareth knew. Thanatos could go to no other. Part of being a Cu Sith was fulfilling the role of what humans so crudely referred to as “The Grim Reaper.” That element of death gave him a lowly bearing that led him to be an untouchable even among the Unseelie Court.
Jareth relaxed his head back against the stone of the windowsill and closed his eyes as he remembered all that he had learned from his relative. What he asked for… was it really too much? In exchange for what he could gain in return it seemed small, but things were never so simple. He already knew his answer, however, and that irritated him more than anything. That he still made decisions based off of emotions rather than rationality annoyed him. Kings were never meant to be so foolish, but even kings were men, and men had hearts that loved.