Two years have passed since the strange dream Sarah has come to call "Labyrinth". Trying most to forget the blonde villain of the fairytale she had found herself in. But how could she when he haunted her dreams staring at her with those odd eyes. One stormy night Sarah finds herself face to face with the nightmare king himself. I've come to take you back, he says. Once again Sarah finds herself up against her old foe. This time there's no turning back. He's come to claim her as Queen...
**This is rated PG-13 to include some love scenes**
Author's Note: This is my very first fanfiction here. Labyrinth is arguably my favorite movie of all time. I hope you enjoy what I wrote. I plan to keep adding more onto this. Feedback is appreciated. It will help me get better : )
Disclaimer: All rights to Labyrinth and its characters belong to The Jim Henson Company. I make no money out of this. It is done for fun and love of the iconic characters.
Fairytale's live and breathe around us everyday...
Chapter 1- The Dream called "Labyrinth"
Sarah gasped and swung up from her sleep. Wind whipped her hair around her face. Her eyes took in the early morning light that stretched across her bedroom floor. She jumped up from her bed and almost fell finding herself in a cocoon of her sheets. She wrestled the folds from around her, never once letting her eyes falter from its goal. Her hands found the doorknobs and she closed the balcony doors.
This wasn't the first time it had opened of its own doing. It was the middle of winter, a fact very evident of the snow that was on her carpet below her. She wrapped her arms about herself. Strange things were happening as of recent. She woke from dreams in such a fright to find that she remembered a similarity in every one. She felt as if she was being watched all the time.
She went to her desk and clicked the lamp light on. Pages of drawings were scattered about of goblins, creatures, and an owl. She had documented all she had remembered from that crazy dream she had 2 years ago. The dream was so vivid to her at that time. She had pulled the drawings out recently to see if it had some connection with her dreams now. She grabbed a stack tucked away in one of the shelving units. It was filled with many drawings of an unusual man with billowing blonde hair adorned in oddly designed costumes complete with leggings. She wrote the word 'Goblin King' across the side of a page.
Yes, the Goblin King, she remembered him the most. The villain of the fairytale she had found herself in. He had haunted her dreams throughout the years never speaking but just staring at her with those odd eyes. After that dream she had now come to call Labyrinth she had stopped reading her fairytale books. She figured the excessive amount of fairytale reading had resulted in her odd dream. Whatever had caused it she didn't like it. It was too real for her. However now two years later and not one fairytale left on her shelf, she had begun to have these odd dreams, all of him.
A few things had changed since then. Her father and step mother had split up leaving her to live with her father and Toby with his mother. She did see Toby but not as often as she'd liked. Now living with her dad alone he was always gone, off at some gala his company was throwing leaving her many lonely nights to rationalize that dream. Her room was now in Toby's old room. It was a pretty plain bedroom what with all her fairytale knickknacks no where to be found amongst it. Instead a few paintings and a poster of the periodic table her father had given her. Not realizing what she wanted to go in for her first year of university her father pushed her down the path of science. She sighed that only further made her rationalize her past. Now everything is rooted in truth and fairytales certainly aren't real.
Grabbing her things for school and dressing in warm clothes she passed her desk stopping slightly. She pushed at her drawings of the Goblin King. "You aren't real," she stated leaving her room. She walked by unknowing of the clock at her bedside table. Its hands were moving rapidly.
The next chapter is way more fun. Beginnings are always boring to write.
