This is a fanfiction for those of you out there who enjoy swords and sorcery as well as the occasional dragon and mythical lore. I'm going to show you Jareth at his strongest, at his weakest, and at his most startling along the way as Sarah tries to decide what she wants out of life and Toby decides the next greatest adventure.
Thank my beta-reader, jkulibert2 for me, would you? I owe her much.
And, as must be stated, I own none of the characters, themes, or places from Jim Henson's 1986 The Labyrinth.
* This fanfiction has undergone serious editing and reworks the original has been saved, but for all those who read it, I highly advise rereading as important details have been redone. The update took place 7/6/15.
Part 1 The Set Up
Prologue
The mountains cracked, and volcanic ash billowed forth. Feet rumbled; hearts pounded; ears turned at every sound as the smoke turned the lands from day to night. A great horde had awakened.
A terrible screech pealed through the air, and a bold, red glare lit the darkness. The fiery behemoths poured through the skies. Each whisper from their lips promised death and sent forth a bought of flame that scorched the mountainside, rolled across the planes, and torched the forests.
Tiny, wingless creatures cowered wherever they could- behind a boulder, beneath the ash- as the trees blazed like rods of fire and crashed against the blackened earth.
An ancient, grating roar split the air, and a massive, horned head reared up from the flames. Then, in a burst of wind, the beast took to the sky on leathery wings and disappeared.
When their roars at last died, and the fires smoldered, the creatures rushed from their cover and fell upon the ashen fields to grieve.