Looking out her window into the dark night, Sarah Williams couldn't help but hope that there was still some adventure left for her. After her journey to the Labyrinth to reclaim her brother four years ago she had never been able to recapture her sense of adventure. Sure, she still read fantasy novels and thought about her friends, but somehow she felt the Underground was out of her reach.
Her mirror still let her talk to her friends, but Sir Didymus and Hoggle were constantly busy with their duties…and talking to Ludo often left her more confused then ever. Sarah had gotten the feeling she didn't belong in the Labyrinth. After all, she had only been there to win her brother back and had beaten the Goblin King.
Now, as she looked out the window into the snowy night she wished there was something or someone out there. Sarah didn't want to live a normal life; she didn't want to be forever trapped in this world. She refused to sit back and drink hot coco and reminisce.
The Labyrinth had taught her life was not always fair, but it had not taught her to give up. Looking out the window at everything covered in snow, it did look like a magical world outside. It wasn't fair that the only way to get into the Labyrinth was to wish away a child…there must be other ways. There were so many myths and legends about fairies and things in her world…surely there must be another way between the two. Sarah's green eyes sparkled with determination. This might be the silliest idea she'd ever had, but it's not like she had anything better to do. After all, one can only stare out a window for so long.
If only she'd noticed the reflection that watched her through the mirror and later with disapproving glances as she moved about the house.
Sarah shivered. Talking out loud to herself she said, "Alright, so maybe this wasn't such a great plan." She was walking down the street in a foot of newly fallen, and still falling snow. It was beautiful, in a very cold way. She'd packed herself some food in the kitchen, thrown on her dark green wool coat and grabbed her snow boots. She was ready for her non-existent adventure.
"Wonderful. You know because normal people come home from college and go hang out with friends or take bubble baths; you don't get dressed at nine at night and go for a walk in the snow looking for an adventure. Silly feet."
After saying this Sarah tilted her head upward and looked at the sky. It was hard to see anything with all the light snowflakes falling down, so she began to spin. Sarah let herself go, dropping her knapsack full of food and going back to the days when she really believed that magic was everywhere and a fairytales were true. She just couldn't care anymore. She stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of cold fluffy ice on her face.
When she stopped, she stumbled and fell into the snow, hitting her head on the hidden curb of the sidewalk. She was out cold. A nineteen-year-old girl, barely a few blocks from home, was in more danger then she could have hoped for.
She was not alone. And there is more that goes bump in the night then a Goblin King claiming wished away children.