Prologue
Toby toddled down the hallway, with a happy shriek escaping out of his little mouth. Finding his destination, he plopped himself down on the mat and began to curl his thin little fingers around the tattered teddy bear. Drool had stained him over the months, and one of the eyes was in threat of being dislodged from the bear's face. It was a poor fate for dear old Lancelot, but Sarah watched her brother play with the toy with a small smile. The night that had occurred a little over a three years ago now, all seemed like such a distant and beautiful dream. Perhaps that's all that it really was after all, just a dream…
A gurgle came from the floor, glancing down at Toby, she could have sworn that he was not as he seemed. Sarah could have sworn that instead of his creamy skin, there was something much more textured. A mixture of brown and green. She blinked harshly, looking at the toddler again. Nothing about him was out of the ordinary. His skin was normal, the drool was the same, his big round blue eyes looked up at her for a brief moment-holding it longer then a baby really should. Sarah's brow furrowed for a moment, but Toby had already looked away, and was now chewing on Lancelot's ear.
Sarah shook it off. She hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, and that was obviously the cause of her delusions. Looking down to her lap, she focused back on the book that was resting there.
Jareth sat lazily in the throne of the circular room. The noise around him was drowned out by his own anger. The anger that had filled him ever since she left. She had humiliated him. That was not part of his plan, she was not supposed to win. But she did. Well, she had escaped at least. The war between them was far from over. He had rebuilt his power, his strength, his rein and his castle. He had rebuilt it all, and now it was time to make her pay for it all. All he ever did was what she asked of him. He loved her. He was willing to be her slave… and she so cruelly rejected him. She had torn him down in the most literal sense of the word.
His entire kingdom had changed, because of her. There were no longer articulate structures that he once found to be so glorious. Replicas of his own being. Stairs, hidden corners, oubliettes. Gone. All gone. All of it came tumbling down the moment she uttered the words, you have no power over me. The labyrinth's walls were crumbling, only held together by the power that he could muster to keep them together. Though, that was failing too. Any spell that he had cast, was fading in its power. The glamour that he had placed on Toby, was growing weaker, soon his ploy would be discovered.