A/N: Hey everyone! This is a new direction I'm taking but I've decided to write a fan fiction based on my most favorite film. I hope you enjoy it. Credit will also be given to my friend who will be known as Alexander Highwind for agreeing to collaborate with me on this. This story is as much his as it is mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is from Labyrinth. Jareth, the Goblins and everything relevant belong to Jim Henson. Any similarities to other stories out there are pure coincidence.
Prologue- After The Labyrinth
"You have no power over me."
Those words echoed in Jareth's mind moments after his return to the castle. The hurt radiated in his heart but a deep anger raged in his eyes. His subjects would without a doubt feel this anger. Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, he turns to see one of his many goblin subordinates strutting in with a party hat upon his helm.
Knowing that this goblin was just coming in from the celebration of Sarah's victory, a sly smirk grazed Jareth's features as he moves out of the shadows, revealing himself to this goblin.
The goblin freezes in his tracks, "Your majesty…you're back!"
The goblin shakes in terror as Jareth, without saying a word, grabs him by the back of the neck and with no effort, lifts him up to eye level, "Well now that you've had your fun. I'd appreciate it if you would gather my court and the three responsible for aiding the girl." As Jareth finishes speaking, he releases the goblin, letting him fall to the floor, then turns to sit at his throne.
The goblin clumsily gets to his feet, grabs his helmet, and shakes off the shock from being dropped as he puts it back on. He looks to see Jareth watching him expectantly from his throne.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Jareth said, not hiding his aggravation, "MOVE!"
The goblin, springing up in panic, immediately rushes out to carry out Jareth's bidding as his party hat flies off and lands on the stone cold floor.
Getting up at that very moment seeing the novelty item lying there, Jareth couldn't help but have a more devilish smile paint his face as he lays his foot down on the party hat, crumpling up below his leather boot, causing the entire throne room to echo from the sound of his boot hitting the floor.
"Carry on with your celebration, dear Sarah," Jareth's voice drips with vengeance, "I am far from defeat."
A/N: Well there you go. The first chapter…well the prologue to be more precise. Hope you enjoyed and please take the time to review.