Author's Note: I know that I have other stories waiting to be updated, but this idea just came to me one time when I was watching the movie, I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or anything to do wit hit, I only own Zora, Sprite and Zachariah

Labyrinth: The Second Try

Chapter 1

"You're late," my step-father said as he opened the door, staring at my hair.

You see, my hair, and my eyes for that matter, always change color, not because I dye it or wear contacts, but because they change by themselves, they have ever since I was born. They could be any color, at any given time, black, blue, green, red, purple, pink, yellow, and more. I am called a freak wherever I go, I have learned to ignore it, but sometimes it just gets to be too much.

Let me tell you about myself, my name is Zora Ziva Ravencroft and I am nineteen years old. My appearance is not much, I am very tall, six feet and three inches to be exact, and I am also very pale. I always wear the same type of clothes, but in a different color every day. I was wearing a simple tunic, it was a pale blue in color, I had on black leggings, over which lay a long pale blue ankle length skirt with a slit all the way up each side, the reason for the leggings. I also have some tattoos, a small black dragon on my chest, right below my collarbone, and I also have a tattoo of six wolves, spreading from the center of my upper back to both of my arms, I will explain more thoroughly later on, back to the story.

"I know Ron, I stayed after school and I lost track of time, I was doing research for a paper," I lied, I was really just waiting for everyone else to go home, today had been a bad day.

"I don't want your excuses, your mother and I have been waiting for you to get home so that we could leave, you are late almost everyday, and that is always making us late, I've almost had it with you," he almost yelled, remember, I said almost, he was getting ready to blow a gasket, I am sure of it.

I sighed and walked around him into the house, it was not very big, a decent sized two story house. There were three bedrooms upstairs, and the kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom were downstairs. I walked into my room and sat on my bed, my room was small, the smallest bedroom, and the walls were painted a dark blue with a white ceiling and grey carpet on the floor. I have three dream catchers in my room, two with wolves in the middle and one with a Native American on a brown stallion, his held hung in defeat. On my ceiling was something that was similar to a dream catcher, but it was spherical, with a small mound of white fur on the bottom of the inside, upon which a small wolf sat, howling toward the sky.

As soon as I heard them leave I fell back down onto my bad and tried not to cry, ever since my dad had died my life had been going downhill, not that it was my fault, it was the Fates that decided what happened in a person's life. Right before I fell asleep I heard my four and a half year old brother wail from the room beside mine. I sighed and got up, making my way into his room, while trying to think of a way to get him to shut up.

I picked him up off of his bed and quietly said, "Oh Zachariah, why did you have to choose now to be fussy? You had all the time in the world when mother and Ron were still home, I think you do it just to make me mad."

Zachariah laughed and said, "Zora funny, tell me story, please," he added quietly.

I smiled at him and said, "Oh alright, but it is straight to bed afterward, got it?"

He nodded and said, "Tell me story about the goblins."

"You want the one about the goblins?" I asked. I continued after he nodded. "Goblins, as we all know, were ruled by their king, Jareth, he was a fair ruler, for the most part, but if anyone, especially the goblins, went against him, he would threaten them with the Bog of Eternal Stench, if they did it a second time, he would go through with his threat and have them dropped into the Bog. This has only happened a few times, but all the goblins, though very slow, knew not to go against what the Goblin King had ordered or said. After a while, the Goblin King fell in love with a young girl, younger them I but older than you, her name was Sarah and he had given her special powers.

"One night, when Sarah had become fed up with her baby brother, who was only a year and a half old, she had called on the goblins for help, but when she tried to send Toby, her brother, away, she had not had the right words so nothing happened, but as she was leaving the room she said them, not knowing that they would actually work. As soon as she had left the room Toby had stopped crying and she started to freak out, and the goblins that took Toby kept scaring her. That is, until the Goblin King appeared before her.

"She begged him to give her brother back to her, but he said that if she really wanted her brother back she would have to journey through the Labyrinth, facing whatever dangers were waiting for her there. She replied, saying that she would go through the Labyrinth, if it really would get her brother back, he gave her thirteen hours to solve the Labyrinth before he went back to his castle."

(You all know the story from there, I ain't gonna tell the rest of it, way to long)

When I had finished the story Zachariah smiled and said, "I like that story."

"Well good, and remember, if you ever get wished away to the castle beyond the Goblin City, I will come and get you, no matter how long it takes, even if it was me or Sprite who wished you away, no matter what it takes, even if the Goblin King tries to convince you otherwise," I told him quietly.

He nodded quietly and I put him back in his bed where he quickly fell asleep. I smiled down at him before I left he room. I bet you all are wondering the holy hell Sprite is, well, Sprite is my twelve year old step-sister, she absolutely detests Zachariah and I, I am not really sure why, maybe because he listens to me or because I am older than here, we may never know.

When I heard the front door open and slam shut I sighed, Sprite was home, and she was not in a good mood. Maybe now would be a good time to tell you all a little bit about her, well, Sprite is short for a twelve year old, she is only four feet and six inches tall, she is lightly tanned, where she got the tan, I will never know, we live in Alaska, not much Sun. She has shoulder length blond hair and brown eyes; she is skinny and very snobbish, wanting nothing to with either me or Zachariah.

I have not told you a thing about him, have I? Well, I will now, Zachariah is very much like me, mainly why only I am good with him, although, only his eyes change color, his hair is raven black and always messed up. My mom thinks that we get it from our dad, who was in the army, until he went MIA, Mom just assumed that he was dead, but we all know what happened when you assume, if you do not, just ask someone, anyone, I am sure they would be happy to tell you.

Sprite did not really have her own room; she had to share with Zachariah, something else she could bitch about, it was really very annoying. Though there was one thing we did have in common, we both had fallen in love with Labyrinth and it was the only thing we could talk civilly to each other about.

I heard he stomping up the stairs and yank open the door to their room and turned on the light. I tensed, waiting for her to wake Zachariah up, I knew she was going to, she always did. I sighed when he started to cry and got up, making my way to their room.

"Shut up!" Sprite yelled. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!"

I froze, how could she say that? I sprinted to their room to see her glaring at Zachariah, at least he was not actually taken, and I hope that the saying did not work, or we all would be in some deep shit.

"Sprite, what has gotten you so mad that you would wish your little brother away to the castle beyond the Goblin City?" I asked quietly.

She turned to glare at me and said, "Why should I tell you, it's not like you ever cared."

I sighed again and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the room; unfortunately, as soon as we were out of the room Zachariah had immediately stopped crying. My eyes widened as I looked down at Sprite, who also had wide eyes, we then ran back to her room to see it completely empty.

"Sprite," I said softly.

"Yeah?" she asked, just as quietly.

"I want you to go to my room and lock the door, do not open it until I come and get you, got it?" I said.

She nodded and asked, "What about Zachariah?"

"I swear to you that I will get him back, no matter how long it takes, just get to my room," I answered.

She stared at me for a second longer before running to my room, when I heard the door lock I looked around the room before I heard something scurrying around the room. I quickly turned, but saw nothing, this continued for a bit before I heard something scratching at the window. I went over to it and saw a large white and light brown owl trying to get in, I frowned, why would the owl bother with the window? Before I could ponder this any further the window burst open, causing me to shield my eyes as I stepped back a few feet.

When I looked up again I saw him, the Goblin King, he was rather tall, like me, maybe an inch or two taller. He was wearing, well, I do not know how to describe what he was wearing, just use your imagination.

(Just use what he was wearing when he came to Sarah)

He smirked at me when he thought I was too shocked to speak, I was not; I was just observing him, knowing that some of his goblins were watching me from behind.

I opened my mouth and quietly said, "You are the Goblin King, are you not?"

He smirked, but did not say anything, he did seem to be a little bit distracted by my hair, I would be too. Right now, I noticed that my hair was a pale blue, matching my clothes, it then change to black; I shook my head and looked back at the Goblin King.

"I need my brother back," I said just as quietly. "I know that he was wished away, but I really need him back."

He smirked again and said, "He was wished away, you know very well that I can't allow you to have him back."

"Please sir," I pleaded. "I have to have him back, I do not care what it takes, I just need him back."

"Zora, he belongs to me now, there is nothing you can do about it," he said, trying to convince me.

"But Sprite did not mean it, she was just having a bad day," I continued.

"Zora, go back to your room, read your books and write your stories, forget about the baby," he added, using almost the same line from the movie.

"I can not, I do not really care about what happens to me, I just want Zachariah back," I said.

He held up his hand and a crystal ball appeared in it. He started to move it over his hand, he was very talented.

"I've brought you a gift," he said.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"It's a crystal, nothing more, but if you turn it this way it will show you your dreams," he said, added his other hand into the mix. "But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of an annoying little brother. Do you want it?"

"If it were for any other reason then, yes, I would want it," I said. "But if it were this or my baby brother I would have to say that, no, I do not want it unless I can have my brother back."

"Zora," he said as he held up the crystal and it turned into a diamond backed rattlesnake. "Don't defy me," he added as he threw the rattlesnake at me.

I am not one of those girls who would squeal when I saw something slimy, I was the type of girl who would love to see someone get bitten by something very poisonous, so I just stuck out my hand and caught the rattlesnake before it could reach me, I grasped it by its head and threw it back at him, but before it could reach him and turned into a scarf, which then revealed a small goblin that used the scarf as clothing, it scampered off and stopped under Sprite's bed.

"I am not like other girls," I said quietly. "I love snakes, and just about any other thing that most girls would shy away from. Where is my brother?"

He stepped to the side and pointed out the window. "He's there, in my castle."

"The castle beyond the Goblin City," I said quietly to my self.

I turned back to him and noticed that we were no longer in Zachariah's room, but on the hill above the labyrinth.

"Turn back Zora, turn back before it's too late," he said dramatically.

"I cannot and I will not," I said stubbornly.

He smirked again and said, "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth before your little brother becomes one of us forever. Such a pity," he added as he faded out of my sight, taking the thirteen hour clock along with him.