Author's Note - DISCLAIMER!!!!! That is all.
Chapter 1
Sarah was dressed in a beautiful white gown, made of silk with puffy, short sleeves. Her long black hair was drawn back with thin, silver thread. And she was in a large ballroom. All around her, she saw strange people wearing frightening masks. She was confused; she didn't know where to go. Oddly enough, the fact that she was even there didn't seem surprising. She felt like she was supposed to be there; she was dressed for it, anyway. But she didn't know where to go or what to do.
Then she saw him. It was only a quick glance, for someone stepped in her way, and once she was gone, so was he. He had blonde and brown, streaked hair in a mullet. His eyes were dark blue, and he had strange paint around them. He was wearing a blue-and-black medieval-looking suit on. She thought she might have seen a skull mask in his hand, holding it to the left of his face. Jareth.
She desperately wanted to find him. He was the only person here who didn't look so frightening. At least it was someone she knew. But where did he go?
Sarah pushed her way past the guests, searching for him. Someone beckoned to her, pointing to a box. She looked at it, then jumped back as something shot out of it at her. Then, looking up, she saw it was only a joke: a woman had pushed her little staff at her through the bottom of the box. She and her friends were laughing at Sarah. She felt very self-conscious and walked away.
She still couldn't find him anywhere. She walked past a man in a skull mask, but she didn't realize it was him until too late; when she turned around, no one was there. Sarah danced around with a few people, but all of them ended up playing some trick on her, or something. Where was Jareth?
Finally, she saw him. He had a crowd of ladies around him, and they all looked prettier than Sarah, in her own opinion. But he once they looked into each others' eyes, he left the girls and drew Sarah into a Waltz.
It was so strange. She was still so nervous. But, being in his arms like that, it felt so beautiful. So wonderful. So perfect.
Jareth was singing to her in a comforting way. "As the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you, as the world falls down. Falling, falling down, falling in love..."
As Jareth faded out, Sarah noticed an elegant old clock on the wall. It was twelve o'clock! She only had an hour more! She dashed away from Jareth, looking for a door. But there was none, and she was running out of time! Sarah didn't know what she was running out of time for; she couldn't remember. But she knew it was of the utmost importance, so she had to get out of here!
She looked around here, she saw the people in masks, laughing at her. She saw Jareth looking at her with loving eyes, as if begging her to stay. But she couldn't. Sarah dashed away from them all, but there was still no door. Only a huge glass mirror. And a couple of chairs...
It was dangerous, but she had no choice. She grabbed the chair, and threw it into the mirror. Everything fell apart. Everyone was screaming, they were all floating down. Falling...falling...falling...into Sarah's bed.
Sarah sat up. It was all a dream...again. It had been a year since the Labyrinth. In the first few months, she'd seen Hoggle and Ludo and Sir DiDymus and all of them. But suddenly, when she called, they didn't come. They never did.
They never came because, while it seemed to be perfectly fine from Sarah's point of view, she had only saved herself, and even her own safety was temporary. But she didn't know any of that. Sarah thought that just because she had escaped with Toby, Jareth was done. But he wasn't finished. Far from it, in fact.
When she'd left, Jareth was in a tremendous rage. And with less power, much less. How an eighteen-year-old girl had figured out how to defeat him was completely out of Jareth's brain capacity. However, he knew one thing. He wasn't going to let it happen again. While he didn't' have power over Sarah, he did have power. So, after he'd recovered, he brought all his creatures to the Bog. When he had them all together, distracted by the Stench, he was able to perform the greatest piece of magic he knew.
He was able to make them all forget Sarah. Forget her completely, and they'd never remember. Even if Sarah came and told them the entire story herself, they'd think it was a lie. It was now as if she'd never even happened. At least, to them. Jareth was still scarred by the memory of his defeat. And he wanted revenge.
But...he felt there was something else he wanted. Not something of hatred...more like...the opposite. Like...
No! He angrily pushed the idea from his head. Sarah defeated him, and he knew he had to defeat her.
But it would have to wait. As large of a spell as memory wiping was draining, and at the moment Jareth was weak. So he rested, and plotted. Plotted Sarah's return.