100 Theme Challenge
Theme 62: Magic (December 29, 2010)-dedicated to Maggie
Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth. If I did, I'd be rolling in the millions I'd made. I make no profit from this, if I did, please see prior statement. I'm poor, I don't even make profit from my own characters! It's just not fair!
Anyway, enjoy!
She'd grown up, and put the thoughts of magical people out of her mind. She focused on the real world, work, family, and school. Important things like that. Those things didn't do her any good. She thought, as she sat on the living room floor. What else could she do? Everything she'd thought was important was gone, her family, her job, and now finally her boyfriend. He'd walked out on her tonight and left her standing in the middle of the bedroom. Sarah wasn't sure what else to do. Everything had been wonderful before she had left her magical childhood behind, and now she wondered if there was a way to get it back. Sarah had waited to stop crying before she went to her desk that held her unfinished works of art and stories. In the back of the top left drawer, there was a red leather bound book, a remnant of that magical childhood that she could never let go of; Sarah grabbed the book and flipped it open to the first page. As she skimmed the familiar lines, she wondered if there was any magic left in the book. More importantly, if she called out to the Goblin King would he come? Could he come? Hadn't she banished him for all time? Isn't that the way that it worked? But she had to try. Sarah sighed.
"Well, if he doesn't come to me, then I'm no worse off than I am now." Sarah said aloud trying to take comfort in her voice. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "I look like something the cat dragged in." She looked at her puffy red eyes, and smeared make up. "I'm not going to meet the goblin looking like this." Sarah yelled. She ran to the bathroom and fixed herself up. She wasn't sure why. He wasn't going to come anyway. So then, she wandered into the living room and sat down in the middle of the floor. She thought long and hard about what to say. She wasn't going to wish herself away; maybe she could wish some random object away. Well, she saved that for last, if nothing else seemed to work. "I wish the Goblin King would come to me, right now." Sarah yelled aloud. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited, but nothing happened. Sarah cracked one eye open and glanced around the empty room. Dejected she opened her eyes and sighed heavily. Why would he come anyway? Standing up, Sarah turned to walk back into the bedroom. She was still looking at the book in her hands.
"Hello again, Sarah," a masculine English voice drawled. With a slight shriek, Sarah looked up, and without thinking threw a punch at the intruder. Her fist connected with his jaw, very nicely. Then she realized what was going on, and screamed again. Jareth stood there, his hair hadn't changed, still that feral flyaway lions mane she remembered, and still that an air of magic swirling around him, along with all the glitter. She had to stifle a giggle, at the glitter that surrounded him as her hysteria gave way to excitement. He even had a magical smell to him that was the only way she could think to describe the smell. It was like ginger, earth, cinnamon, and something else. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it had to be magical. It was an engram, burned deep in her mind.
"I feel sorry for your guests, Sarah, if you greet them all that way." He said flexing his jaw.
"Oh my gosh, it's you! You're here! I can't believe it." She cried, throwing her arms around Jareth. He stiffened slightly and looked at her pointedly. Finally, she let him go. "I mean I didn't think you would come. I didn't see any reason to come. I know I wished—"
"Really, Sarah, still wishing people away? Isn't that beyond you? I thought you'd become so much more mature." He taunted her smugly. Suddenly, her bubble burst and she put her hands on her hips.
Glaring, she said, "I didn't wish anyone away. You shouldn't be so quick to judge."
Jareth ignored her tone and just looked at his fingers coolly. "I'm never judgmental, my dear, merely acceptant of the fact that sooner or later history repeats itself." He smirked at her. She was dumbfounded. How could he just show up, when she was in dire need and act as if he were the king?
"You stuck up goblin git!" She yelled furiously. "I didn't wish anyone away! I was actually calling out to you for help; so don't be so mighty." Jareth raised an eyebrow and regarded her quietly for a second.
"Why ever you would call out to me for help? I thought I had no power over you." He said the last part of the sentence venomously. Not even bothering to hide is distain for the phrase. Sarah just looked up at him, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to come of her eyes again. She wasn't really sure why she was crying.
"Doesn't mean you're powerless to help me if I need it." She retorted, looking down. She could feel the first teardrops leak out of her eyes and down her cheek. Jareth softened when he saw the glistening little drops. "I didn't call out to you for the fun of it Jareth. I hate my life here and I want to leave. There's nothing for me, nothing. I hate it here, I'm ready to leave it behind and I thought—" Sarah was openly crying now.
"You thought that going to the Underground would solve your problems."
"Yes." She admitted quietly. "My life was better when I believed in magic." Jareth pondered for a moment. He looked at Sarah, now ten years older. She'd grown up and left the roundness of a young girl, and replaced it with a womanly figure. She'd cut her hair to her chin, he noticed.
"But, what about your family? Won't they miss you?" He asked.
"No, they can't." She replied. "Karen, my dad and even Toby, they died in a car accident coming home from my grandparents' house for holiday." She replied, still crying, but now for a different reason. "It was a year ago."
Jareth gave her a compassionate look. "My condolences," he offered. Sarah nodded her thanks. "So there's no one here to remember you? Not even your mother."
"No, she forgot about me a long time ago." Sarah wiped her face. Jareth handed her a handkerchief, which she took gratefully. "Look, I know it's no fairy tale. You're the mean horrible villain," Jareth looked affronted, "and I'm no fairy tale princess, but—"
Jareth offered her a hand and smiled, "Maybe the Labyrinth will make a little magic and we can make it work." He finished. Sarah smiled at him and took his hand. There was a flash and a spray of glitter and the apartment was empty.
Yes, I'm cranking these things out. I like them they are fun. You will read and you will like them! Lol Just kidding. Anyway, I really liked this one and maybe one day it will make a great story, but not today ZURG! Sorry neway, read, review (I mean it people, review. I don't care if you wanna flame the day lights out of me, go right ahead. I prefer constructive criticism, but you can flame if you really want to. Honestly, point out poor structure and grammar errors. It doesn't hurt me it helps.) and please vote.. right now I have one vote… its in my profile. I wanna have a little bit more competition.
