Dare To Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Labyrinth's original characters(Sarah, Jareth, Goblins, Labyrinth creatures, etc.), except the ones that I made up(Butterfly, Mrs. Dixon, Carl, Trystan, etc.) for this story, which I also own. So no copying (at least not without my permission)! Thank you.
Chapter 1: A Dream So Far Away
They danced so beautifully, to a dream-like tune. Their eyes locked together, each gazing deeply into the other's soul. It was as if time stood still, and all that had ever existed in the world were these two tragically fated soul mates. As if made for one another, they glide gracefully on invisible wings made of glass. It seems to go on forever, the eerie melody playing through their minds, repeating itself. And the two fated lovers dance like songbirds, wishing it would last forever. If only it could…And still they danced. Her eyes sparkle, like two tepid pools of fine blue silver, and her cheeks redden as she feels his eyes upon her. She leans into him, and sighs as he smells the unique scent of her hair, caught in the wind. Others were there and yet strangely, not there at all. Holding her as the most precious and dear thing to his heart, he silently leads her out onto the balcony, as their music dies down. But it never stops; it reaches on farther
A gloved hand takes hers; his face becoming much more serious now. They fit together like two threads of an intricately woven tapestry. The princess and her prince, who turned out to be a King, together at long last. Their eyes look to each other, more from instinct than anything else. He smiled a morbidly wicked smile, his face contorting to match his harsh words.
But no words come out, there is only the haunting melody which fills everything. Everything, that is, except the void that their souls must not cross, and the emptiness deep within their hearts. Such a picture of beauty to compliment feelings of agony.
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"Hiya!" The note said. "Want to hang out after school?"
"NO" She wrote in bold letters, returning it to him. Carl took it from her, being cautious not to let their teacher see. He adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses before reading it. Picking up a rather large orange pen with his scrawny hands, he scribbled something down quickly, then passed it back to her.
"But we had so much FUN last time!" The chicken scratch was almost unreadable. She turned around to face him, just as the bell sounded it's noisy alarm. A large number of high school students got up and practically ran from the classroom. Sounds of shoes scuffing the tile floor, as well as students moving their chairs around, could be heard.
"Carl, we hang out every day," Sarah thought for a moment, frowning. "You know I was going to ask Trystan out today. Besides, I'll see you at school tomorrow anyway."
He said nothing, as she got up and left. He only sat in his seat, quietly thinking for a moment, before he too left the room. He threw the note, which had been practically thrown back at him, in the trash can on his way out. Carl then shrank away from Sarah when he passed her in the hall. Poor Carl…
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"Poor Carl," Mrs. Dixon sighed. "Why don't you give him a chance for once, Sarah? That boy adores you."
"But you don't understand," Sarah replied meekly. "Trystan is so different. He's wild, free, and…. Adventurous. Not like Carl. He's too boring."
"Carl is smart. And he likes you."
"Mrs. Dixon, I never would have asked to stay after class and talk to you about this if I didn't trust your judgment. You've been my drama teacher for three years. No offense, but Carl is a geek."
Mrs. Dixon continued crossing her arms, and shook her honey colored curls. They framed her face as they flew about wildly, even as a brightly colored headband attempted to hold them back. She racked her brain trying to think of something more she could say to persuade Sarah to make the right choice. If only one witty remark would make itself known to her mind, just one. Instead, she looked at the girl, as if studying her for a moment.
"Are you planning on keeping that shirt, my dear?"
"Well, I do like it a lot," Sarah was playing with the long, billowy sleeves of an elegant black costume shirt. It's shiny black sequins and beads shined in the fluorescent light from the ceiling of the school's auditorium. She clutched at one of the larger stones at the top of the shirt that she had conveniently forgotten to remove after the rehearsal. Looking around, she didn't notice anyone else in the room.
"I guess it would be alright if you wanted to 'borrow' it for a while. It does go nicely with your jeans, even though it was intended for use as part of a medieval costume," Mrs. Dixon chuckled to herself.
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Dixon!" Sarah exclaimed.
"It's starting to rain. Would you like a ride home? You'll get soaked if you walk."
"No thanks, Trystan has a car. I'm sure he'll give me a ride home if I ask him."
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The boy was standing in the middle of a large group of high school kids, some older, some younger, but all of them wearing the same thing: lots of black. Trystan's shiny lip ring sparkled, as the sun's last rays reflected off of it, even outshining his dazzling blonde hair. His impish smile made his eyes sparkle. 'Like polluted lake water,' Sarah thought as she giggled, almost approaching him. She noticed he was laughing at something one of the other ones said, but she couldn't hear what it was. All of their voices droned together, like a quiet chorus.
"Um, Trystan?" She began...
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Sarah bent down under the weight of her books, pulling on one of her sore shoulders as she slowly made her way home. Her white sneakers were already getting ruined in the mud, as the sky's gloomy teardrops beat down on her. She stared at the ground all the way home, her wet hair clinging miserably to her face. When she was almost home, Sarah tasted a hint of salt. It was then that she realized she had been crying, along with the sky.
With her hand on the front door, she heard some rustling over her head, and looked up to the large oak tree, the one with the twisted branches that reached all the way up to her bedroom window. And she wholeheartedly acknowledged that the look in the barn owl's eyes was almost as sad as her own. Except she was forced to hide hers behind a mask of regret, now and forever.
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End of Chapter 1
Author's Note: Yeah, I know what you're thinking... That was weird. Right?
But don't worry, it'll all make sense later. I wrote this so it would be unique,
just like all the other stories. (Am I the only one who relaizes how dumb that
sounds???) PLEASE send me a review, as this is the first story I have ever really
written. And because I love this movie, and want to talk about it as much as possible.
I want my fans and readers to know that I WILL NOT disappoint you in any way, and
I will do everything in my power to make this story exceed your expectations. I want
you all to send me lots of criticism so I know what to do to make it better. Thanx,
-Kaline Riene