This is my first story published on here. Hope you guys like it, any constructive criticism is always welcome. Obviously I don't own the labyrinth or anything associated with it. Sorry this chapter is so short they should get longer as the story progresses.

The first thing Sarah registered was pain, a deep throbbing ache in her temples. Her eyes were swollen and layered thickly with sleep and her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She pulled her hand from under a heavy set duvet and rubbed at her inflamed face. Slowly, the hazy fog of sleep was beginning to lift and the reality of her surroundings began to settle in.

She was sat in a huge four poster bed, a very comfy bed if she did say so herself. The room the bed was located in was positively regal. There were double doors with silver leaves and vines weaving an intricate pattern through the mahogany stain of the wood, which she assumed led to a hallway or at least an exit. Two other doors of similar patterns but single were placed strategically about the room.

Ornate silver mirrors stood side by side next to what looked to be a gargantuan dressing table. That of which contained an extensive amount of lotions, perfumes, make up and any other beauty product you could possibly think of.

The carved legs of chaise lounges could be seen peeking out in the expanse of the room. All in all it looked like a room fit for royalty so why was she here? Sarah slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and had to hop a little to get off the tall frame. After steadying herself she started a hobbling walk to the double doors, thinking her best bet was to get out of this strange place she had no memory of.

Speaking of which why did she have no memory? Sarah cast her mind back trying to recollect anything that had happened to her before she awoke this morning. The last thing she could recall was having dinner with her father, her little brother Toby and her stepmother. They had been having a great night, which was commonplace after Sarah and her stepmother had reconciled their differences. They now had a newfound respect for each other, Sarah was beginning to see her as a mother like figure and Irene had settled into the role beautifully.

Her mind drew a blank after they had all gone to bed that night. Sarah sighed and with renewed vigour continued her rushed shuffle to the door. Just as she had grasped the cold metal of the handle it turned in her hand and began to open. Stumbling back quickly, Sarah peeked through the curtain of her long dark hair. Who should be standing there but her worst nightmare. The very man who had haunted her dreams and fantasies ever since she had won back her brother by besting him at his own game.