A/N: I don't own Labyrinth or anything associated to it, this story was completely fan made.

The Prophecy foretold by the Queen Dierdre

"One of fair heart will come, her beauty is like that of the sun,

she'll win the Labyrinths favor, and it shall claim her for its own,

In her lies all our fates,

for she is the chosen one.

A day will come when she all but disappears,

fret not for everything is not as it appears.

She'll awaken anew and bring joy again,

she'll ascend the throne and rule till the end."

Prelude to tragedy

After watching the death of his beloved Sarah he went into a dark depression. He clung to the darkness and wrapped it around him like a cloak. Neglecting his kingdom, the Labyrinth closed itself of from the rest of the Underground; matching it's kings dark mood.
Then she was a light, she floated toward him in the glowing form of a crystal. She was living, breathing; her laughter was music to his ears. This could not be, for he had seen it with his own eyes. She had succumbed to the earth. So, this lovely phantom couldn't be her...

Her long chestnut hair was blowing in the wind. The chilly air of London had her donned in tight dark jeans, brown leather boots, and a matching jacket.

"Clara, are you even paying attention to me?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't be laughing, your such a goof Alfred" she said laughing at the way he was dangling from a light pole.

Alfred was tall and lanky with long blonde hair streaked with red. His clothes matched her own but with a darker edge; black leather with silver spikes adorning his jacket.

He grinned at her, "what shall we do now.., go on a daring adventure?"

"I hear Mary's Garden is haunted" he whispered, staring at Clara intently. His ice blue-eyes were glinting in the rays from the light-post overhead.

"What is it haunted with?" she said cautiously; knowing that Alfred has a flair for the dramatics.

"The spirit of an ancient king and all of his subjects," he said with a serious face, his eyes still holding that intense excitement.
She smiled and just gave him a nod

'Once Alfred gets a notion in his head it's hard to say no... plus that look in his eyes..', she thought.

"They say the beauty of the place tames the Kings heart. For he has grown dark with grief from losing the woman he loved. When the flowers are in bloom he shall find peace... or so the legend goes..." Alfred shrugged.

"Let us see this garden for ourselves then.." Clara said, 'secretly hoping she wouldn't regret it'.

Flashback

Sarah was relieved as she looked at the clock, "only twelve hours like normal." She had another dream again; she was in the Underground, looking into his mismatched eyes. Why did she ever turn him down..?

She groaned as she rolled over to see yet another new face. Her time in the underground had greatly affected her, she was around the age of 25. Everything seemed the same after being intoxicated; she rarely if ever kept track of a calendar. Once she moved out of her parents house she stopped celebrating her birthday as well. She didn't go home very often; the times she did, she only went to see Toby. He missed her, but every time she saw his face it made her think of her time in the Labyrinth.

She wished more than ever that she had stayed. The 'Aboveground' as the fey deemed it was not anywhere as interesting as the Labyrinth. She dreamed of a life filled with magic, friendship, and maybe even love. No matter how many men she was with none would compare with the charm of Jareth, The Goblin King.

This man in her bed would be one of the many that would never return. She sought a way out of her troubled mind; most of the things she ran to were not good for her but.., what else was she going to?

The last thing she wanted was to go and talk to a shrink and convey her problems. She would only get laughed at and analyzed to see if she was insane.

No.

Best to find her own solutions...

As they approached the garden Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.

'Have I been here before..?' she shook her head.

The garden gate was a wrought iron archway; covered in flowering patterns of leaves and vines. She could see the vibrant hues of red, gold, and royal blue of the roses; which were lit up by pathway lights. There were towering hedges of ivy; and little blue bell shaped flowers that seemed to sparkle with dew.

There were three different pathways: one to the right, one to the left, and one straight down the center. Each pathway was paved in an old English-style cobblestone pattern. To the right of the entrance was a map, that showed where each of the pathways led. The map was covered in rust showing the neglect and old age of the place. The pathway to the left led to a grand labyrinth style maze, the pathway to the right led to an open field of flowers, and the pathway in the center led to the visitor center which had been closed for a few years now.

Clara felt compelled to take the route to the labyrinth. She had heard that when it was opened to the public you had to take a guide through it. It was skillfully built and many people would find themselves lost and wander aimlessly for days. The center was said to be filled with lovely rare flowers, and an ancient oak tree.

She stepped upon the path and started to slowly inch along the worn trail. As Clara descended further into the labyrinth she noticed new growth and wild life. It seemed as if some of the butterflies she saw even had faces! 'That couldn't be real'. At one particular crossroad she has trouble deciding which way to go. She had lost Alfred a while ago, every now and then she swore she could hear his voice.

She frowned; a butterfly came and shimmered in front of her face. Its wings were a delicate pale purple, with gold shimmering veins.

"It's a fairy!" she gasped; for indeed there was a lovely dainty face looking at her from between those shimmering wings. The fairy had almond shaped eyes that were a soft brown in color; her hair was a deep chocolate brown that flowed around her petite body. She was peering at her with a curious expression upon her face.

Then in the sound of mini bells she said, "You do look so much like her."

"Like who?" Clara asked, looking intently at the fairy.

The fairy giggled and with the tinkling of bells flew towards the path on the right.

"Wait don't go!" Clara pleaded as the fairy fluttered away.

Clara began to run down the path trying to catch the fairy that was laughing the entire time. The light sound of it made Clara want to laugh and dance too. For it was the sound of magic; a deep lovely feeling bloomed in her chest.

Eventually the fairy stopped; wavered for a minute and then vanished. Clara had reached a clearing, it was in a circular shape spanning for miles around. In the center loomed a great oak, its trunk was knotted and ancient. Great- green leaves, bloomed all upon its branches. Clustered around the roots were crimson flowers dripping with dew. Upon these flowers were at least twenty or so glittering fairies.

"They're lovely!" Clara exclaimed.

"Aren't they..?" a voice smooth as velvet spoke.

Clara shivered and turned around. There was a man that exuded power; he had platinum blonde hair and there was a slightly crazed look in his mismatched eyes. His clothes were a tad disheveled, as if he had been asleep for ages and just woke up.

"Sarah..." he whispered, staring at Clara intently.

"Sarah...? I'm not Sarah." Clara said in little more than a more firmly "My name is Clara." She straightened herself and gazed upon him; feeling weary.

"Ah, you look so much like her," he said with a small smirk teasing at his lips. He motioned towards the oak tree, an archway appeared. "Shall we?" he asked; extending his arm towards her.

'Should I?' she stared at him intently, figuring out if she could trust him or not. She tentatively placed her hand on his arm; he placed is other hand upon it and led her though the archway.

The Truth Revealed

Sarah lay there gasping on the floor. 'I've over done it this time..' she thought to herself. She had taken a bit more than she could handle; the plastic pill bottle and the glass bottles seemed to shine. She made a silent wish; "I wish I could be in the Labyrinth right now..."

There was a quake in the earth, and a ringing in her ears. "As you wish it so it shall be..." and she slipped into the void...

Everything felt so light, weightless... She had no anchor, she was air itself but, she felt another presence.

"I am that which is magic... you are my vessel..." the voice rumbled around and within her.

"You shall be reborn with apart of me in your veins... part of your soul will walk the earth again... the other part shall remain with me until you come to my true dwelling..."

Jareth and Clara appeared in the Underground after walking through the arch. Clara looked behind her and saw there was no trace of the pathway they had walked through. She looked around in wonder, there was a grand castle surrounded by a labyrinth. Her smile faltered a bit when she looked away from the castle and saw what was around her.

The stone was crumbling from the labyrinth walls; great plaintive wails and growls emanated from behind the wall. The flowers that once bloomed were withered and covered in thorny briars. The labyrinth was overgrown than it had ever been. Instead of Hoggle being the faithful watcher of the gate; there were two guardians. They stood on either side of the gate looking proud and fierce; they bore the kings crest upon their shields. Strong looking fey men; one had long ebony colored hair and ice blue eyes. The other had golden blonde hair to his waist and emerald green eyes.

Jareth approached them; "Janus, Baldr" he said motioning towards them.

"My lord," they said in unison; closing their hand, that wasn't holding their shield- into a fist over their heart.

Jareth looked at them intently then swirled around grabbed Clara's hand and tossed a crystal into the air. They both disappeared; leaving behind a poof of glitter.

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That's all for the first chapter; thank you so much for reading. I hope to have even more of this up before too long. As a special treat I'm going to give all of you a brief history lesson. :)

The story so far (behind the scene)

The people of the Labyrinth were governed under the major generals when their king went into seclusion. Janus and Baldr are two of Jareths most trusted soldiers and friends. They are generals in the kingdoms army; the army had been formed during the Everlasting War. The war had lasted one-hundred underground years. (During this time is when Jareth lost Sarah.)

In the Aboveground Sarah was going through a great bout of depression. She had visions of the underground all the time; (even though yes, she is a strong character. I had her overdose on sleeping pills and alcohol.) When she was close to death, she made a wish. Wishes are very powerful in the underground; it called the essence of the Labyrinth itself to her. Since she was the only victor of the Labyrinth that made it claim her for its own.

The Labyrinth is a living entity; run by goddess. She chooses to share her power with those she finds worthy. She makes a pact with Sarah; Sarah becomes her vessel and in return the goddess keeps her memories and makes her be reborn in the Aboveground.

- That's all for now. Keep an eye out for Chapter 2.