Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth, I don't own the characters and I'm making no money from this. I just getting a sort of twisted pleasure from writing it.
This is my first Labyrinth Fan fic so please please please bare with me and my spelling.
Prologue;
"I hate you, Karen, I hate you!" Sarah screamed before running upstairs to her room, it had been 2 days since she had been to the Labyrinth and rescued Toby. Life with her brother was easier, her experience had made her value him more, but unfortunately life with Karen had not improved.
"Hoggle, I need you," she whispered to the mirror. Her friend did not come. She tried again and still there was nothing. A terrible thought came to her: had her words killed Jareth? Had he died and taken the magic with him? The questions swam through her head and with them came a headache, it was time to go outside.
"Come on, Merlin," she called, the large dog barked and ran with her from the house.
Before Sarah had really thought about where she was going, she found herself lying by the bridge in the park, staring into the murky water beneath it. How long she stared, reliving those long, terrible hours from two days ago she did not know, but a loud bark from Merlin roused her from her daydreams abruptly. She looked up to find the source of his excitement and found her answer. An owl, a truly beautiful creature, though one that had no business being out at that time of day, was perched on the bridge. Before she could say anything it leapt into the air and she saw for the first time that it carried a tiny package. It registered just long enough for her to catch it when the bird dropped it as it swooped over her head, then it came around, brushed its wing tip across her cheek and flew away. She looked at the tiny package that she now held and saw the tag. There was a name and it was hers. The breath caught in her throat, was it from him? Was it a trick? Sarah's hands trembled as she opened the package, glittering ribbon fell forgotten in the dust as the lid was pulled off. Inside, was a folded piece of parchment, just like her luck, she fumbled it out and unfolded it.
Dearest Sarah,
Congratulations, a gift in memory.
Yours Forever,
Jareth, Goblin King
His handwriting was elegant and though Sarah had half expected it to be in red ink, the message was written in serviceable black. A gift? She looked into the box, a tiny velvet pouch of deep emerald green lay within. The box was shaken off and Sarah opened the bag with trembling hands to reveal a silver ring, mounted with a silver rose and two leaves, all perfectly formed, she immediately fell in love with it and placed it on her finger, vowing never to remove it.
Thoughts anyone? This is going somewhere I promise. Anyway R&R. Many many thanks