All Hallows Eve
She had been waiting for this day all month where imagination and magic run wild. Sarah had dressed up as Cassandra for the Halloween Carnival. But now she regretted it, regretted coming. It was too easy to remember the Labyrinth and heartbreak. True she got along a little better with her parents but it felt like she had lost so much more. All because of what she had said. Now, too late, she regretted saying the words. "What's said is said," muttered Sarah bitterly. With a sigh she looked around and got her bearings. She hadn't been paying attention. In front of her stood a fortune telling machine. Sarah had always liked them and couldn't resist putting a quarter in. After a moment she picked up the card. She read it and gasped. On it were the words, "The 13th hour has broken your heart. All Hallows Eve shall mend it."
He never failed to be at the Halloween Carnival. He could tell people who he really was and they'd believe him…in a way. This year something was different. Someone was missing in his life and Jareth knew who. But he also knew he couldn't take Sarah against her will. Jareth didn't know how she felt about him now and wouldn't take the risk of losing her for good. If they were destined for each other they would meet again. And then looking up he saw her and his breath caught in his throat. She was close to realizing her true feelings. It took all of his will power not to be seen by her. "Not yet," something told him. "Wait."
Sarah ran to a deserted corner of the carnival to think about her fortune. *How could a machine know anything? It's got to be a coincidence.* The giant clock's chiming jolted her from her thoughts. "11 o' clock already," she murmured. "I'd better get going." As she turned to leave a hand covered her mouth and she felt a sharp, steel blade at her throat. "Don't move a muscle or you're dead," a gruff voice whispered. "I'll soon have what I want."
Jareth didn't know why he walked away from the main crowd but something seemed to pull him toward a deserted corner of the carnival. He rounded a corner and stood frozen in shock. He was looking at his brother who was holding a dagger against Sarah's throat. "Let her go!" shouted Jareth. "I don't think so," said his brother, Garette. "She's such a nice little hostage. While I have her like this you'll do anything I wish you to." "What are you talking about? I couldn't care less about what you do to this woman," lied Jareth. He could see the hurt in Sarah's eyes followed swiftly by anger and defiance. Inwardly he smiled. Even when her life is in danger she had a lot of spirit. "I don't believe you, brother. Shall we find out?" At that moment there was a loud commotion coming from the fairgrounds. Garette jerked his head towards the sound. While he was distracted Jareth produced a crystal ball and flung it at the knife. Garette's grip on Sarah loosened enough for her to slip away, but not before getting slashed in her back. With a wild cry Garette started battling with Jareth. Neither side seemed to have the advantage. Attack, block, attack, block. Garette all of a sudden dealt Jareth a powerful blow and stood over him gloating. "I've been waiting for this moment my whole life," whispered Garette. Jareth looked at the fire in his brother's eyes and shuddered, sure this was the end. All through the battle Sarah watched, shocked at their ferocity. It almost seemed as if Jareth really did care for her. So when his brother stood over him preparing to kill him her heart stopped and she could take it no longer. Her anger built up inside her and kept building for it had no place to go. It kept building until she could hardly bear it and still it kept coming. At last, when she thought she would collapse, the power wrenched free of her and flew at Garette who thought he could hold her prisoner. She would have laughed in his face if she could. He thought he could hold her when she didn't wish to be contained. How wrong he was. Garette only had time to look up in shock before he was incinerated. Then she felt more tired than she would have thought possible and fainted from exhaustion. Jareth just barely caught her in time so sudden it was. He looked down at his love's face in the moonlight and gently brushed his lips against hers before giving her some well-deserved rest.