Author's Note: Hello all! So, basically, I've had a little love for the Labyrinth for a while now, and I've always wanted to write a story for it but could never settle on a plot. Finally, I have, and I've decided to give it a go. Hope you all like it! The chapters will be kind of short at first, but they will soon get longer as the story progresses.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth.
Chapter 1: The Guide.
Battles won and stories told, many years had passed since the Labyrinth had been defeated.
The young woman-child who held the Goblin King's affection remained true to herself, through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered. She fought her way to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child which was stolen. For her will was as strong as his and her kingdom as great…
With one sentence, she defeated the powerful Fae king at his own game.
"You have no power over me."
The right words spoken, and she found herself home again, back in her normal life yet with new friends and lessons that trailed with her into adulthood. She grew into a woman worthy of respect and did her best to instill the lessons she learned into others. Those who knew her felt no surprise when she decided to become a teacher.
So, the woman-child grew into a true woman. She lived and learned and loved, she became a person to admire. With a husband and child of her own, she felt content in her new life. Not that she forgot her old life. Occasionally, she would give into her childish fancies, pulling out her old trunks of dresses and scripts, reminiscing on days when fantasies and fariytales filled her head. Also, a ravenous need had been grown to learn anything and everything about the Fae. What started as a means to prepare herself for possible future confrontations turned into an interesting hobby for the former runner of the Labyrinth.
She also grew a healthy wariness about her. Whether it be a careful eye for missing objects—to which she would blame on goblins to her husband with a light tone but serious eyes—or a great disdain for anything peach related —she had banned the fruit and anything scented like it from the house—, nothing worried her more than words.
Words were powerful. She never said I wish. She would stop mid-sentence occasionally to reword a sentence just to avoid the word. She also took great care about declaring things fair or not. Often times, she would speak of how life simply was not fair, and just as often, her husband found her speaking of this not to someone, but simply to herself.
He just brushed this aside as one of the many quirks of what makes Sarah, Sarah.
Still, despite all of this, life never turns out the way you plan. Once magic finds you, you can never forget it, for it will never let you forget. It follows you through fate, marking you as one of the chosen few to witness what destiny had planned. And though Sarah ran the Labyrinth, though she defeated the Goblin King, though she learned her lessons and remembered them well, she is no longer the heroine of the story.
Fate was not done with her yet, however.
Fate's newest heroine still needed a guide.