Epilogue
Hoggle sat staring into the pond in front of him. Sir Didymus and Ludo had gone back to the Bog. All three were miserable. Three years she has been gone. Still every corner of the ever moving labyrinth Hoggle could still see her hair flying behind her as she ran for the castle. Every time he ran to her. She wasn't there. Whenever the trio went out Hoggle would always feel like they were missing some one. He missed her. She wasn't like everyone else who ever entered the labyrinth. She cared. Not just for Hoggle. Not for Sir Didymus or Ludo. She cared for whoever she came across. She tried not to hurt anyone. Even the Goblin King got the same courtesy.
Three years. And the legend of Sarah became a myth. Only Hoggle, Sir Didymus, Ludo and the Goblin King knew of her. She became a story to tell the young. A story to tell at war. A story no one believed. A story that will one day end. Hoggle thought to himself and scratched under his little hat. Everyone great becomes myths. The truth turns to lies. The words become riddled. The end becomes the beginning. But, Hoggle thought, I know it's true. Didymus knows it's true. Ludo knows it's true. And Jareth lied to say he didn't.
Sarah had said the words. The only words that can reject the King. And she went home. And she called everyone to her home. They partied. They all went home. She called everyday. She called once a week. She called once a month. She stopped calling. They never knew why. It had been five months. No Sarah. Not anymore. Jareth knew of the calls and never stopped them. He sometimes came and watched through the window. He was never the same when she left. He was outsmarted. By a mortal. He stopped coming to Sarah a year ago. He had not left the castle for eleven months. He left wished away children with their families. No matter how much the Goblins begged, he never sang, or joked, or stole, or left his castle. She had affected their world. And she never returned to see it.
Hoggle finally took a step away from the pond and sighed again. He looked around himself to see the day was over and he had to get home before it got too dark. He shuffled to his hut and dreamed. The same dream he has every night. Of Sarah. Of every smile she gave him, every word she said. No one missed Sarah as much as Hoggle. Or that's what Hoggle thought.
