This is my first Labyrinth fanfic. I hope you like it.

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The triumphant yell that issued out of Sarah's mouth rang across her room. Quickly she shut up and hoped to get that Toby didn't start crying from the noise, and she also hoped her parents hadn't heard her yelling. Magic had definitely soundproofed her room for the party. She smirked.

Sarah was totally and jubilantly happy.

That wouldn't last long.

In nature it is a known fact that one cannot remain happy for all that long of a time. It was deemed in some obscure book that something should happen to totally change that person's point of view. And when parents started yelling, that would be it.

A yell came from one of the rooms across the hall.

"Sarah be quiet."

Be quiet evil witch! Sarah thought.

She snuggled down into her fluffy smelling comforter, ending one of the most physically and mentally challenging days of her life. Toby was sleeping in his bed, her parents were home, and the book was on the dresser for reminiscing.

Now new ideas had awoken in her after her traumatic experience. She had realized that she could not live in her fantasy worlds anymore because there is nothing in them to keep her safe. She would try to purge herself from the fantasies that had plagued her. Tomorrow she would be normal, no doubts.

Like that could happen.

In all honesty you can never truly give up on the hope and dreams that you thrive on. They always remain with you, to the very end of your days. People fade when their dreams are wretched from their grasp. And the magic that had touched Sarah and still lingered on her from the Labyrinth (it was its identifying mark) would make sure of that.

The Labyrinth was known for its traceable magic, and how it was known to be able to track down its visitor's decades after they visited it. It was like a file on the person.

Now Sarah of course was not earnestly trying to forget everything she ever dreamt of and erase the name written in her minds eyes. Jareth. She cringed at the thought, even the sound of that name.

Now being Sarah she was totally oblivious to the fact that none of this was over yet. She had thought she won the game and that life could be normal again. She did not realize that she had so much magical energy in her and on her to call herself totally back to the Labyrinth.

Really now, who could ever think that it was officially over? Honestly. The fact that Jareth was a sore loser and had never lost before did not help. Men and losing, it seemed to damage their egos quite a bit.

Come on.

Sarah, sleeping unconsciously turned, snorted, and stuck her face in her own drool as she kept on sleeping thinking it was a warm pond.

Wonder how that would bode in the morning.

Now our Mighty Goblin King on was sitting on his thrown turning a crystal in his hand, watching and not forgetting said lady.

He was watching her even now, hearing her thoughts and swears of leading a normal life. The promises of wearing normal clothing like plain tee shirts shirts. This made his eyes widen.

She is wearing a tee shirt, she has lost all fashion sense!

His lips curled in amusement as she drifted into her dreamless sleep, permitted by the one and only goblin king. He shook his head and let the crystal absently dissolve from his hands. Nearly all of the goblins were still hiding down in the village. He let out a contented sigh. Of course he would tell them to come out. Sooner or later.

Closing his eyes he let his mind wander over the great expanse of the magical entity called the Labyrinth, which was currently under his rule. Now the Labyrinth had a mind of its own, even if it was under the King's rule. It would shift and change all the time. Right now it was shifting and leaving many of his subjects cursing, not only him, but the Labyrinth itself. It didn't take kindly to that. Most of the time it would curse them back and sometimes take body parts.

The emptiness that was Sarah's departure made his smile fade. It twanged at him like an itch you just couldn't scratch. A painful one at that. IT occurred to him that he probably shouldn't have let her absorb so much of his magic. Now being that arrogant man that Jareth is he had seen it harmless at the time, since she was going to lose. It had occurred to him that she might win. For Jareth it was either win…or win. He was a very graceful winner.

He was a very bad loser. He

He had willed every obstacle in her way and the Labyrinth, being itself, liked Sarah and lowered there dangerousness. Even when Jareth sent in his own subjects in, she had foiled him. And that little piece of Peach was still in her, so she had very much magic from that. That peach would forever mark her, he knew.

And she won.

They never won. Ever.

Jareth's ego seriously polished over the victory of helpless and naïve souls, had seriously been busted then. Over centuries he had taken many asking bodies, found them all lacking, and twisted them and turned them into his creatures. And now someone won.

And who says nature isn't cruel.

Now of course there could have been other options to why he had won every time. For one it could have been the caliber of his opponents. Or two it was because he cheated.

And it was usually both. He grinned.

In all niceness these were not bright people. They had dreams, of course, but they were not clever. They hoped and dreamed and were just not bright. In order to run the Labyrinth you had to be even somewhat a dreamer. Jareth just did these things for fun. He was, after all, a cheater.

But Sarah was different. Her delicate I'm-Still-a-child outlook had thrilled him and also made a fool out of him. It was his demise to think of her as anything but stubborn and cunning, the kind of which had helped her beat his Labyrinth.

He was not expecting that.

Now because of her differences she had 1) Solved the labyrinth 2) Bested the Goblin king and 3) Won freedom for herself and brother.

She had also captured the personal attentions of Jareth which was not a very good thing, for once he wanted something he got it one way or another. Usually it was another. And they were not pleasant ways.

In short Sarah was constantly being exposed to high levels of Magic and was at risk for many magical abnormalities to oppose her. Not to add to the fact that the Labyrinth was entirely magical and therefore being exposed to dangerous amounts of magic and Jareth-ness.

Not to mention Sarah was his property (or so he liked to think) and she was free.

To Jareth these statistics did not bode well.

This was war.

And Jareth was determined to win.

And win he will.

He smirked in the silent goings of a moonless night, and called up a crystal.

So apparently this story was a bit too much like some other one that I didn't know about. Now I honestly never read anything like it. Not once. But it must have looked like plagiarism because it took it off and said I couldn't post for a while. So whoever's story this looks like and read like I am truly sorry and I changed a lot and I hope it is enough. I truly am sorry, I had no idea. Tell me if this is better.