Author's Note: I claim nothing. All things in my story belong to their original copyrighted owners. It'd be a shame to get sued for something like this. Rather silly. This chapter will seem a bit familiar, but I kind of used it as a refresher for everyone's memory, so we are all on the same page story wise. Enjoy.

Prologue: Victory
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"You have no power over me."

The words seemed to echo over and over again, rebounding off every surface. The chiming of the clock pounded in her ears. The ground below her began to crumble, the very structure of the environment also seemed to disinegrate before her eyes, and the solemn face of the Goblin King glanced at her once more, before tossing the crystal orb in the air, an unanswered question of dreams and fairytales, bursting like a bubble in the palm of her hand. The white and bollowy robes of the Goblin King seemed to manifest itself into feathers, and before her eyes he was reduced to his bird like form of an average barn owl. She blinked, and suddenly was in a very familiar place, back in her own living room, and the owl flew quickly past her and out into the night sky. Sarah had defeated him. She had won.

In a sudden realization of her surroundings, her eyes grew wide and Sarah remembered the one thing she had fought so hard to bring back. "Toby...Toby!" she shouted, running up the stairs into his bedroom, taking the steps two at a time.

She opened the door and glanced over the bars of the crib, "Toby!" The tiny babe was fast asleep under the covers, as if nothing had happened. Sarah internally sighed in relief, and smiled softly at her young half sibling. She reached over to the worn out brown teddy bear on the dresser, and placed it under the covers beside him, "I'd like Lancelot to belong to you now." Sarah turned the lights off and left the door cracked slightly, and crossed the hallway into her bedroom.

"Wow," she thought, "Did what just happen...actually just happen?" The memories were all too fresh and real to her, from the moment she said the words that got Toby taken away, right up until she uttered those final six words to save him. "I need to relax..." she whispered to herself.

She sat down at her vanity, and began to set aside a few things in her drawers, out of sight for the time being. Her music box with the white dancer inside. A few photographs, one being of her mother and a blonde gentlemen she acted in a play with, and also her book, "The Labyrinth." Sarah closed her vanity drawer, and heard a voice calling from downstairs.

"Sarah! Sarah, are you home?" her father called from downstairs.

"Yeah! Yes I'm home!" Suddenly, she saw the ferocious, yet gentle face of the beast Ludo staring back at her in her mirror, "Goodbye, Sarah."

She looked behind her, yet she saw nothing. She glanced back in the mirror, and the tiny fox figure of Sir Didymus appeared sitting on her bed, "And remember, fair maiden, should you need us..."

"Yes", said Hoggle, appearing next to him in the mirror, "Should you need us, for any reason at all." Sarah smiled at her friends in the mirror, "I need you, Hoggle."

"Wha...ya do?" questioned Hoggle.

"I don't know why, but...every now again in my life, for no reason at all, I need you. All of you," said Sarah. "Ya..ya do? Well, why didn't you say so!"

Sarah turned around in surprise to see all of her friends around her, setting off party poppers, tossing streamers, waving party favors, and cheering loudly and dancing about to music coming from an unknown source. She wondered for a moment if her parents could hear the commotion, but assumed there was some silencing spell that kept all the noise inside the room. It must have because nobody seemed to notice the party going on. She was so excited to see everybody, from goblins, to Fireys, the Wise Man, and of course her three close friends that she made along her journey. They danced and celebrated her victory well into the night, and before long all of the creatures returned to the Labyrinthine realm, completely unaware of the barn owl perched on the branch outside Sarah's bedroom, watching the festivities before silently flying off into the night.