Disclaimer- Oops, I forgot! All I own of Labyrinth is a DVD. I don't own the rights to the story or characters.

AN: I'm calling the parents Karen and Robert. I know those aren't the official names, but they're the ones that stuck with me. Also, this will most likely be a pretty short fic, but this is NOT the end. To those who reviewed my story, thank you. I really wasn't expecting any reviews for a first story.

Notwritten: Your review makes me smile. Thanks for the thought.

hazlgrnLizzy: Thanks for the compliment. I hope the rest of the story is to your liking as well.

FaeriesMidwife: Thank you for your kind words. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

If this story is too emo, let me know. I'm really out of practice!

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The next morning found Sarah lying in bed with a smile on her face. She had been dreaming about dancing with a certain handsome king. In her dream, there had been no mission to complete, no rude onlookers to mock her for her youth- only a ballroom full of beautiful dancers, happily dancing the night away as she gazed into the strangely beautiful eyes of her king.

Sarah stretched lazily as she floated down from dreamland. Her smile slowly disappeared into a frown as she remembered the decision she had come to last night. Was she insane? How was she going to find out what she wanted? She couldn't just ask him, could she? Would he even come back to talk to her? Last night, she had said that she needed all of them, but he didn't come. Even the goblins that had fought her in the streets of the Goblin City had come, but he hadn't. Why would he come this time? Well, she could try. Making a wish had brought him to her last night. Maybe it would work again today.

"Sarah, are you awake up there? Breakfast is almost ready!" How was it that Karen always seemed to know exactly when she woke up?

"I'm coming, Karen. Just a minute," she answered. Sarah walked over to her dresser and picked up the figurine that looked so much like the Goblin King. Sighing, she returned it to its place, and headed downstairs.

"Sarah, really! You look terrible! You didn't get sick out in that rain last night, did you?" Karen flew to Sarah, feeling her forehead and throat. "Poor thing, you must feel just awful!"

"No, Karen. I'm fine," Sarah insisted, pushing Karen's hands away. "See, no fever. I just couldn't sleep. I had a fight with a friend and couldn't stop thinking about it. After breakfast, I'd like to go to the park and think things over. You're taking Toby out to get new shoes later, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sarah. If you don't want to come, that's fine. Go to the park, but you come straight home, and no later than noon. I don't want the wrong people seeing a young girl by herself, sitting alone in the park all day." Karen winked at Sarah, and dropped a kiss on her head as she walked by.

Sarah wrinkled her nose as she gave her stepmother a small smile. Karen really wasn't so bad, and Sarah was feeling guilty for the way she had talked to her the night before. True, Karen was a bit too protective, and a bit of a busybody when it came to Sarah's life, but she meant well.

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Sarah felt torn as she made her way to her park. She had figured out that the owl that had watched her recite the lines from her book must have been the Goblin King. Why else would there be an owl, of all things, watching her in the middle of the day, when it should have been sleeping, and only when she read from that book? She would call him there, where he had come to watch her act out his story. She felt excited and terrified as she neared her bridge.

'It's now or never,' she thought. Moving to stand on her bridge, she took a deep breath, and made her wish. "I wish the Goblin King would come. Right now." She looked around the glade, and saw-

Nothing. Sarah walked to the obelisk she had seen him perch on before. Quickly scanning the sky, she saw nothing even remotely resembling an owl. She searched the park for any signs of the king, and saw nothing. She was alone in the park. Sarah walked over to a bench and thought about what she would do. She would wait for a while, and if he didn't come, it meant that he didn't want to see her. If he didn't want to talk to her, she would try to forget the whole thing and move on.

Sarah sat on the bench, lost in her thoughts, until she heard the clock chiming. It was eleven o'clock already! Had she been sitting there so long? And he hadn't come. Her nose stung at the thought, and she felt like crying. No, she wouldn't cry. If he didn't care enough to even show up and talk to her, she certainly wasn't going to waste any tears on him. She would stop moping around like she had been doing since last night, and put the whole mess behind her.

About halfway home, Sarah noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. He had been playing with her emotions after all. He must have been. First he had sent her that peach and given her one of her dreams. So he had known that she had feelings for him. And he had tried to use those feeling against her when she went to claim her brother at the castle. Well, he wasn't going to do that anymore.

"I'm not crying because I'm sad," she told herself. "I always cry when I'm mad. So, I'll just get it out of my system, and I'm never going to think about him again. He's obviously forgotten about me already, so I'll forget him too."