A/N I do not own Labyrinth and my writing is just for fun. Please enjoy the story.

A huge thank you to Sheyrina LabyrinthianDragon who has taken her precious time to edit my terrible grammar on this story.

Chapter 1

Robert Williams loved his only daughter very much. Sarah was his princess. They had not had it easy over the years, but Sarah had always had a smile for him, and they had each other. Her smile melted his heart and could light up the room. Sarah was bright and full of imagination. He knew her mother leaving them had hurt her very much, and that she had struggled to accept his new wife, and then her new brother. He was not blind to the fact that Sarah resented the arrival of Toby. He had tried to make things as easy as possible, always making sure he gave her just as much attention. Even though the house had been a battleground between Sarah and Karen on many occasions, he now wished he could get it all back. Something had happened to his princess, and he didn't know what.

As he thought back, he could pinpoint the exact time things began to change. It was that particular weekend when he and Karen had left her home babysitting. Nothing seemed any different than any other time, but, as the days passed, he noticed a change in her.

Most of the changes were more than welcome. It seemed that, overnight, his little girl had grown up. She was politer to Karen, and she seemed to have a whole new relationship with Toby. She did not complain about cleaning her room or babysitting, but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Robert Williams realized this came at a price.

As he looked into the eyes of his only daughter, he noticed how dull they seemed, how sad she had become. Yes, she smiled, but it did not light up her face as it used to. He had spoken to Karen about the change in Sarah, but she had just dismissed his concerns, putting it down to a phase.

He had even asked Sarah herself, thinking maybe it was trouble at school or some boy. Sarah had simply told him that there was nothing wrong before hugging him and heading off to her room. That was another thing, she seemed to be spending more and more time locked in her room. Gone was the Sarah he used to watch on the lawn, playacting her favourite scenes from her books, or out for hours in the park. In fact, he hadn't seen her with a book in hand for a few months. This worried him more than anything else. Sarah loved books, especially fantasy. She always seemed the brightest when her imagination was in full flow. When had she last read a book to Toby?

Robert Williams decided it was time to have another talk with his daughter.

Sarah sat at the table opposite him. He had waited until Karen had taken Toby out so they would not be interrupted. She looked so lost, no sign of that fire and spark she used to have. Robert sat and patiently waited for her to talk. Finally, Sarah raised her eyes up to him.

"Daddy, have you ever made a choice and, afterwards, thought that maybe it was the wrong one?"

"Of course, princess. Sometimes, in life, we all have moments like that."

"It isn't that the choice made was wrong, just that choosing it meant giving up something."

Robert waited for her to continue, but Sarah shook her head; he could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Please, Sarah, talk to me."

Sarah was quiet for a long time before that false smile she had developed appeared on her face.

"It's ok, daddy. Honestly, it's nothing," and she left the room.

Robert was far from convinced. Whatever his daughter had given up when she made this choice she spoke of was obviously not nothing. Why would she not talk to him?

Things seemed to get worse as her school work began to suffer. Sarah had always been a top achiever, but now the phone calls from concerned teachers stating she was distracted in class had started. The school had asked if there were problems at home, which Robert quickly denied. It seemed it wasn't just him who had noticed the change in Sarah. She had barely scraped through with the grades required to continue education.

Maybe it was drugs. Please, god, don't let it be that, he thought. He remembered a brief time when Sarah's mother had got mixed up in that sort of life and he never wanted to revisit it. He would have tried to question her friends, but Sarah never seemed to be with anyone, and never mentioned anyone. He wanted his daughter back, the one full of imagination, the one that believed anything was possible, the one who believed in magic. Karen just rolled her eyes at him, telling him that the girl had to grow up at some point.

And now it had been five years, and with each one that passed, his beautiful little girl slipped further and further away. The tears stung his eyes as he sat on Sarah's bed in her room. She had moved out at eighteen. He noticed how empty it was, how everything she had loved had been removed. It seemed the room reflected his daughter. He did not know why he did it, or what drove the thought into his head. Normally, Robert would not think of invading his daughter's privacy in such a way, but the concern he had outweighed everything else. He slowly began to search the room, trying to find anything left that would help. On opening the vanity drawer, he saw the pictures of Linda that Sarah had placed in there, and a flash of red caught his eye. He gently removed the book that was hidden under all the photos.

He remembered this book with great fondness. The Labyrinth. Sarah had been obsessed with it, taking it everywhere she went, and constantly reciting lines from it. He realized that, while he had never read it, he knew many lines from it. Robert smiled at the memories this book brought to him.

How he wished someone could help him bring his daughter back to the girl she was. As he held that book in his hands, Robert Williams gave his daughter a chance to change everything.

"I don't know what choice you had to make, Sarah, but," he paused, "I wish…I wish you had another chance, a way back."

He placed the book back in the drawer where he had found it and left Sarah's room.

The fates had been listening, and smiled down on Robert Williams as they wove the tapestry of life before them.

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Sarah had awoken the night after running the Labyrinth with an empty feeling within her. Gone was the thrill she had felt at completing the Labyrinth and winning her brother back, and gone was the excitement of partying with her friends. She lay in her bed and thought about the whole experience. It had been an amazing event in her life, and as she thought of the final part of those hours, tears began to fall down her cheeks. Why, even though she knew she had no choice but to say the words, did she feel that she had just made the biggest mistake ever? Obviously, there had not really been a choice to make; she would not have abandoned Toby. Sarah turned herself over and buried her face in the pillow as her body rocked with the sobs that tore from her throat. She felt like she had just lost something great, something special.

At first, she decided it was just the come down from being on such a high, but that feeling never went away. With the weeks and months that followed, she began to regret the words she had spoken even more. Sarah found that the passion she had felt for everything faded because everything reminded her of what she had refused.

Sarah tried to hide her feelings. She was courteous with Karen and their relationship got better, and she spent time with Toby, who she now loved more than anything. She knew her father was not convinced, and her suspicion was confirmed when he questioned her. How could she begin to explain what had happened that night to him? She couldn't, so she let him think it was just silly school stuff or boys—anything else, and tried harder to look happy.

The only time she got peace was at night, once everyone was asleep. She would hear her name whispered in the wind as though someone was calling to her, and each night, for a long time, she would follow that voice out of the house and to the park.

She would wait in the park under the moon until she felt sick with fear and the cold of the night bit into her body. She would stay there for a few hours, searching the tree tops for him, but of course, he never showed. And in the dawn's early light, she would return home and cry once more into her pillow.

Sarah decided that she needed to get away from here and, as the chance came up to move into student halls, she took it. Her father was upset, but she just could not cope with seeing his face full of concern, watching her every day. So, at eighteen, she left home and everything else behind, just to try and rebuild her life and find herself.

It had taken a long time. In fact, it had been two years, and Sarah had just started to suppress that feeling of loneliness and guilt. She had become the perfect actress, placing the mask of happiness on her face when with friends, and she fought hard to keep things that way. She found that the acting classes helped the most; she could escape into the different characters, leaving Sarah Williams behind.

Then, on the last day of term, in the last lesson, everything she thought she had known changed.

She had entered English class with the rest of the students, and taken her place near the back. Her lecturer smiled up at them all, calming the excited group with a tone of authority. He then began informing them of a change in their timetable. The non-fiction would be put off until after the holidays, and today they would be looking at myths and legends, mainly the Fae.

Sarah felt a cold shiver run through her, and her stomach dropped to the floor. This was the last thing she wanted to know about; she already knew enough. All the work she had done trying to forget everything was slowly being undone. For most of the lesson, Sarah tuned her mind out, watching the squirrels in the tree outside the classroom, or counting the cars that drove by, anything but the lesson—until she heard one of the student ask a question.

"I don't get it. They don't lie, but they can trick you. How, without lying?" Frank asked.

"The Fae are an extremely clever magical race, one that should be feared and not meddled with. They know the power of words, and while they do not—and cannot—lie, they can manipulate those words to trick and deceive in order to achieve what they want," the lecturer stated. "They love nothing more than to play the game and win at any cost."

The words hit her full force. All this time, all these years, she had believed everything he had said, but it was just a trick. A nasty, horrible trick. Sarah felt the anger building in her, she needed to get out of the lesson. Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran for the door, telling the teacher she felt sick.

Sarah ran through the campus and straight into the student accommodation block. The sound of her door slamming echoed down the hall. The group of boys standing outside of room thirteen shot worried glances at each other. Then all eyes fell on one blond haired boy as they heard the sound of cursing coming from the room.

"Ok, James, what have you done this time?"

"Hey, I'm innocent. Me and Sarah split up a month ago."

"That doesn't mean she isn't pissed with you."

"It isn't me!"

The lads moved a little further away as a loud crash was heard inside. The cursing continued.

"What an idiot! All this time, all those hours, all those nights!" Sarah shouted, throwing the lamp across the room. "That nasty, cheating, son of a bitch. What a rotten trick!"

The confused looking boys were joined by two blond girls, both utterly stunning in looks, with hour glass figures and piercing blue eyes. Sky and Star, twin sisters and friends of the woman currently screaming blue murder, fixed the boys with an icy stare. Suddenly the noise inside subsided.

"Don't you think you should make sure she is ok?" Sky asked James.

"No way, I value my life."

"And you call yourself a man?" Sky scoffed.

The two girls walked towards the door. Just as Star raised her hand to knock, it burst open, revealing a rather angry looking Sarah. Sarah reached out and grabbed both girls by the arm, pulling them into the room.

"Just the two people I'm looking for," she said, slamming the door behind them.