Title: As Her World Falls Down
Author: Samichie
Summary: Sarah returns to the Above Ground and is haunted by her struggle in the Underground. Years will pass, and The Labyrinth will be a distant, fading memory. Sarah is a successful actress, taking the world by storm - but is startled to hear from one of her Underground companions again, pleading for Sarah to help them. The Labyrinth is not happy with the Goblin King, but why?
Genre: Romance/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. Many thanks to Jim Henson and Co. for providing this compelling world to us.
A/N: I have dawdled around with a few Labyrinth ideas, and now I am ready to publish my ideas to and I hope you enjoy it! If you'd like more, I would love feedback. Thank you.
Prologue
Sarah flopped onto her mattress, subdued. Hoggle, Ludo – everyone had departed. All that was left was debris from the impromptu party that her companions threw, right there in her bedroom. Streamers hung down from the thick, orange curtains that circled her bedhead. Confetti and flecks of glitter covered the carpet. Sarah had no motivation to clean it up, not yet.
Had she dreamt the entire thing? If so, why did it look like a huge piñata full of crazy had burst in her bedroom? Apart from the colorful explosion that had occurred, Sarah's room looked relatively untouched. A pale, green gown and floral headdress remained draped over the end of her bed. Sarah's eyes drifted to the small, crimson-bound book, laying atop of the delicate garment. Without a second thought, the young woman snatched the book and shoved it into the nearest drawer, slamming it shut.
The noise echoed like thunder.
Jareth's Anguish
A pair of black, leather gloves were thrown across the chamber. Jareth sat, atop of the curvaceous throne, twisting his cane harshly – his palms were raw. The Goblin King's champagne locks swayed gently with the breeze as he stood, abruptly. They were laughing at him, those in the citadel below. The Goblin King; defeated. A mockery was being made of him and he had no will to stop it. Jareth's chamber was empty, Jareth was empty. The hollow King's servants were nowhere to be found, but they would be back. The sniveling wretches needed him. The Labyrinth needed him.
The King began to pace, back and forth, like a madman. The horizon was beginning to fade and red and purple swirls began to take form. Jareth lifted a single hand, still red from his cane. Three delicate crystal balls appeared, out of nothing at all. The Goblin King twirled them with his fingertips, gently. Inside the lucent spheres lay a young woman, barely dreaming. Drifting, slowly. Jareth's ragged breath blurred the glass as he mouthed her name. The woman was peaceful, beautiful in her slumber. Within moments, the King had snatched a crystal ball and hurled it across the chamber, and another, and another. Shards of the fragile quartz scattered to the ground, like raindrops.
"Sarah, my Sarah. Why didn't you need me?"