A/N: This is my first trip into the world of Labyrinth. My ideas have probably already been used by far more capable hands than I, so I love constructive criticism. It would really improve my writing a lot. Please keep in mind that the last time I wrote fan fiction was about ten years ago.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Labyrinth or all of the amazing characters. I only own the story.

Prologue

Sarah Williams tried to go on with life as normally as possible. When she returned from the Underground she hoped everything would be the same as it was before she was swept away into the world of her fantasies. However, she knew that something had changed, but what?

The house was the same, as was her bedroom. Just how she left it. Stuffed toys lining the walls, photo albums full of playbills, magazine clippings, and pictures of elaborate costumes, books about far off places and magical monsters, and a beautiful figurine in a sliver ballgown. She lifted the figure to get a closer look. It really was beautiful. A sweet porcelain face, brown locks decorated with ribbons, and elaborate designs stitched into the fabric of the tiny beauty's gown.

Sarah's mind was full of graceful figures with their faces hidden behind grotesque mask depictions of goblins, all dancing in tune with a soft sweet song. The lyrics floated in her mind as if they had been written just for her:

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed within your eyes

I'll place the sky within your eyes

She was there again, wandering through the ballroom. She pushed past the masked figures, she was searching for someone. But who?

And then, it happened. He was there. Right in front of her. The most beautiful man, with enchanting features. Such a pity, she thought, that such a lovely face should seem so sad and weary. With eyes locked on Sarah's face, he wove his way though the crowd in a way that made her heart race. She watched him move with such grace and elegance that it seemed impossible for anyone but him to achieve.

When he reached Sarah after what, to her, felt like ages of waiting, he extended a glove-clad hand. Without ever breaking eye contact, Sarah took his hand and slipped into his arms.

She couldn't understand it, but his touch made her feel safe. The touch of the man who's is very presence had haunted her through her trials, with fear, fascination, and sometimes even a lust that she had been unable to comprehend. He was after all the Goblin King, the man she had safely admired in her deepest, darkest fantasies. But, the power her had over her was beginning to weaken. She knew what she had to do. Soon her dark prince would be beaten in his game.

Sarah ran, desperate to escape the masked figures and the haunting gaze of the Goblin King. As he watched her flee Jareth felt a pang of fear. Not so much a fear of losing to her, but a fear that she would be lost to him. Forever out of his reach and his influence. I must make on final attempt to win my Sarah, he thought as he watched her smash the wall of reflective glass that kept her within the beautiful prison.

"Sarah, we're home!" She heard her father call and was jolted out of her flashback. "Sarah? Are you home?"

"Yes, yes I'm home!" She returned his call and placed the figure into the drawn of her vanity. Along with the figure she would not only lock away her memories of the labyrinth, but unwittingly, her heart. Saving it for the only man she would ever love.

For many years after that day, Sarah Williams would not think of the Goblin King or her adventures in the Labyrinth. They faded away into those unvisited parts of her mind and would not make themselves known until the day of her twenty first birthday. When she would be thrown into her fantasy world once more.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Please review. Especially if you want me to continue. The next chapter and all from now on will be in first person.