CHAPTER 1
Sitting alone in his throne room, Jareth sat sulking on a window sill, watching the ever-changing Labyrinth. It had been one year in Sarah's time, and about two and a half years in his. Poor Jareth, to him, those mear two and a half years, seemed like a long two and a half eternities. Sarah had been the one thing that made him happy since the faithful day he layed his mismatched eyes on her, and she stole his heart. 'Sarah, please call for me. I miss you, I need you. Please call for me so that I may sweep you off your feet.' He begged for her in his mind, trying to keep himself from crying out loud. He couldn't contain himself any longer.
"Sarah!" He cried. "Sarah I need you more than life it self!" He bagan to sob mentally, afraid that if he cried outword, he would have been seen. He was immortal, and still he loved her more than life.
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Sarah was sitting in the park reading one of her fantasy books. After leaving the Labyrinth, she began to love the fantasy world even more. She had just turned the page when she could have almost swear that she heard her name being called. A small piece of silver glitter landed on the books page, then more glitter started to show. The glitter began to swirl and then revealed a crystal sphere. Memories flooded through her mind. Goblins, mazez, harry giants, and a man. A tall, pale skinned, handsome man, with once crule mismatched eyes that just didn't seem crule anymore.
But something seemed different about the crystal. She saw that she wasn't being watched by it, but that she was watching Jareth in it. She saw him, there, sitting on a window sill, was Jareth, King og Goblins. She looked deeply into the eyes that were reflected form him in the crystal, she saw that he was holding back tears. Sarah heard his deep, husky voice wisper something just loud enough for her to hear. The voice was filled with sadness and emotion.
"Sarah. I need you Sarah. Please."
She felt sorry for him, she had never known him to have such an expression held within him. An image began to form of her head, an image of when she and he were dancing in the ballroom. She closed her eyes, and smiled. With a 'poof,' the image of Jareth in the crystal was gone, and left only the empty window sill.
"Jareth? Where'd he go?" She looked up into the bright sky, closed her eyes once again, and sighed. Then, with the same 'poof' that had taken Jareth, Sarah dissapeared. When she opened her eyes, she went to turn around and hit someones back.
Sitting alone in his throne room, Jareth sat sulking on a window sill, watching the ever-changing Labyrinth. It had been one year in Sarah's time, and about two and a half years in his. Poor Jareth, to him, those mear two and a half years, seemed like a long two and a half eternities. Sarah had been the one thing that made him happy since the faithful day he layed his mismatched eyes on her, and she stole his heart. 'Sarah, please call for me. I miss you, I need you. Please call for me so that I may sweep you off your feet.' He begged for her in his mind, trying to keep himself from crying out loud. He couldn't contain himself any longer.
"Sarah!" He cried. "Sarah I need you more than life it self!" He bagan to sob mentally, afraid that if he cried outword, he would have been seen. He was immortal, and still he loved her more than life.
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Sarah was sitting in the park reading one of her fantasy books. After leaving the Labyrinth, she began to love the fantasy world even more. She had just turned the page when she could have almost swear that she heard her name being called. A small piece of silver glitter landed on the books page, then more glitter started to show. The glitter began to swirl and then revealed a crystal sphere. Memories flooded through her mind. Goblins, mazez, harry giants, and a man. A tall, pale skinned, handsome man, with once crule mismatched eyes that just didn't seem crule anymore.
But something seemed different about the crystal. She saw that she wasn't being watched by it, but that she was watching Jareth in it. She saw him, there, sitting on a window sill, was Jareth, King og Goblins. She looked deeply into the eyes that were reflected form him in the crystal, she saw that he was holding back tears. Sarah heard his deep, husky voice wisper something just loud enough for her to hear. The voice was filled with sadness and emotion.
"Sarah. I need you Sarah. Please."
She felt sorry for him, she had never known him to have such an expression held within him. An image began to form of her head, an image of when she and he were dancing in the ballroom. She closed her eyes, and smiled. With a 'poof,' the image of Jareth in the crystal was gone, and left only the empty window sill.
"Jareth? Where'd he go?" She looked up into the bright sky, closed her eyes once again, and sighed. Then, with the same 'poof' that had taken Jareth, Sarah dissapeared. When she opened her eyes, she went to turn around and hit someones back.