A/N: Yet another, I know, but I just love characters so much I make more characters than I ever have finished stories, and I like it that way.
Disclaimer: I do not know anything to do with Labyrinth. Not even Jareth's pants.
A Year and A Day
Chapter One: Such a Little Thing
December 10th
The dress was white, and so familiar. But there was a harshness, and reality to this dream that was so very different from the others. None of the chandeliers were lit, besides a few candles. Fabric and jewelry littler the floor, and sashes draped useless and abandoned over the backs of chairs. Sarah knew exactly where she was, but in every other dream there were dozens of dancers, drinkers and those masks, both horrible and beautiful. But now the room, and it truly was a room this time, stood empty. The was an echoing silence that filled the high walls and seemed to scream danger to her. But there was no bubble to crack open, no illusion to escape from.
"Like what you see, Sarah?"
She turned, slowly this time to meet the voice, but there was no one there. The Goblin King whose voice was once so strong in her dreams was nothing more than an echo.
In a voice that was hardly more than a whisper, she said, "I'd fix it, if I could."
A small crystal appeared in the air and fell, cracking as it hit the marble floor. Gently, careful of glass, Sarah picked the cracked sphere up. And with more determination she said, "I will. I will fix this."
And then she was back in her bed, head pillowed on her fiancé's arm, wishing she could just fall back asleep.