Song- The Light by Disturbed.

I think there'll be a conclusion chapter to wrap everything up after this but it does feel like it drawing to a close.

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Tina.


Like an unsung melody

The truth is waiting there for you to find it

It's not a blight, but a remedy,

A clear reminder of how it began

Deep inside your memory

You turned away. As you struggled to find it

You heard it call as you walked away

If someone told Sarah that she would be running another maze more than a decade after her first one to find the man who she once defeated. She would have called them crazy, but here she was with little more than two weeks of training.

"Please be alright," she whispered as she clutched the small cross that dangled from her wristband. Laurel didn't understand her perchance or need for the charm, but added it because she asked. Faith was something that the Fae didn't understand; how do you look at something invisible to show you the way? Sarah gave up trying to explain, it was a mortal thing. She was raised to believe, so she believed in her own ways.

Cedric handed her a magical torch. "You are stronger than you believe, do not doubt yourself."

"Remember even in the darkest night, there is light, " Collum reminded her handing her bag full supplies and spare weapons. Sarah nodded and looked towards Maverick.

"Do not hesitate to kill, this will be a tenfold worse than Jareth's Labyrinth. Do not dwell on the bloodshed, you are linked to him, keep him in your heart and you will lead yourself to him. Follow that flicker within your heart, it will guide you."

Sarah nodded them and turned on her heel; she could do this, she knew she could do this. She had to do this.

A voice of calm from within the silence

And for what seemed an eternity

You waited. Hoping it would call out again

You heard the shadow beckoning

Then your fear seemed to keep you blinded

You held your guard as you walked away

Nothing is what it seemed, something she learned long ago in the labyrinth. It would be unlikely she would find help this time. She wandered the dark corridors, the flickering flame of her torch moving on the walls, giving her enough light to see in front of her.

She stops and turned to face a wall. "Allo, go this way," she heard a small voice. She knelt down and spotted a tiny worm.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard rumours and came to find out the truth. You want to go this way, a passageway is hidden in front of you."

"Do you need help out of here?" Sarah looked around the darkness.

"No thank you," the worm shook his head. "I have my ways."

Sarah nodded and tested the wall in front of her. It was just as before, her hand went straight through the illusion of a wall. "Thank you, " she turned back to find him gone. She shook her head, headed straight.

When you think all is forsaken,

Listen to me now

Hope's not forsaken

You need never feel broken again

Sometimes darkness can show you the light

Cobwebs, she grimaced she really hoped this was a prelude to spiders. She hated spiders and she crouched and went under the large webs. She is thankful she braided her hair into a French braid now. She looked at the watch that sat on her wrist. Two hours had gone by and yet it felt like she had gotten nowhere. Maybe this was a hopeless cause? Maybe it was easier just to give him up? It would make life so much easier in the long run. She shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts that came to her mind. Why would she even consider such a thing?

The further she walked the more clouded her mind became more thoughts of giving up. Not needing him, maybe being a single mother wasn't a bad thing. Maybe she could reconnect with Max? She was caught up in her mind, she missed the raised up the stone causing her to trip, a charm with a photo of Gwen dangled into sight from her bracelet. Her mind is fast-forwarding into a memory she had forgotten about.

"Daddy, watch me I can do a cartwheel now!" Gwen shouted as she ran around the playground. Her foot catching a branch before she managed to show him. Tears welling up in her eyes as she and Jareth ran towards her.

She watched him gather up Gwen and place her on the park bench. "Let me see the damage?" He asked gently as she held her knee. "It's just a small cut, close your eyes little one," he wiped her tears. She watched Gwen do as he says and saw his hand light up where it was placed on top of the scrape.

She shook from her memories as her chest burned. Through gritted teeth, she stood up slowly. "You will not win!" She screamed as she jumped up, the strange burning sensation dying away in her chest.

She caught a strange orb of light in the corner of her eyes. "Alright I shall this way I go," She decided for herself as she dusted off her legs.

An unforgivable tragedy

The answer isn't where you think you'd find it

Prepare yourself for a reckoning

For when your world seems to crumble again

Don't be afraid, don't turn away

You're the one who can redefine it

Bones, so many bones as she made her way through, her sword already covered in slime and other vile things she had fought her way through the previous chamber. She thought the helping hands had been bad? Those were worse, by a tenfold, she had been suddenly thankful for the full boy shorts that she had Laurel put under the skirt. Some of those creatures got slightly to handsy with her. Gripping her thighs, breasts and even her ass when they tried to draw her into them.

Of course, his father would have a disgusting chamber of zombies that tried to essentially rape her. Why wouldn't he?

Fae has an acute sense of smell. Jareth could always tell them a certain co-worker was around her, or she later found out when she and Max had been together in a physical sense when he visited Gwen. He could smell it on her and it drove him insane. Just like how the smelling his own scent on her had a calming effect. It made her question Tana, did she know about Jareth and herself before she told him?

His response was she was mortal, and the mortal realm smelt of iron. Gwen, on the other hand, had a scent that would mimic his, perhaps slightly sweet in its scent being an innocent child and female. Not something could pick up without knowing about Gwen though.

She kicked a stray bone from her path. How many creatures, people have died in this prison? She wondered to herself as she trekked forwards, she really hoped there were no fiery equivalents in this place. The thought alone made a shiver run down her spine, she never forgave them for their part in the labyrinth. No limbs should be able to be pulled off, as they could do with their own. It just wasnt natural.

Don't let hope become a memory

Let the shadow permeate your mind and

Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away

So that the door can be opened again

Within your darkest memories

Lies the answer if you dare to find it

Don't let hope become a memory

If there was a theme to this prison, nightmares is what Sarah would call it. She grew out a lot of fears since her childhood. Darkness, spiders, small spaces are things she managed to get over. She was the one who was checking in closets and under the bed at bedtime for monsters now. However, even this place was taking its toll on her mind, in every corner something seems to be lurking. Things slithered around her boots, she still hated snakes that were the one thing she could never get over.

"Don't think about," she murmured to herself. She swore she heard cries echoing in the stone walls. Cries that seemed so familiar. The high pitch shriek when Gwen lost her soother, or the angry cry when she had been hungry. It was funny how you learned what babies wanted in their cries.

Being put on bedrest had felt like a nightmare; constant nausea was one thing to live with when you were constantly told gain more weight. Then her blood pressure spiked at work one stressful day at work and everything changed. She is told to take an easy, relax. Work stopped abruptly which only lead to her imagination running wild from boredom. She remembered having strange dreams, night terrors more like it. How many times had she dreamed about waking up in a pool of blood? Or the she gave birth to something half goblin in looks?

Now it played on her fears of a mother, subjecting her to thoughts of Gwen running out in the middle of the street and being hit by a car, being taken from the park. The little things that dwelled in the back of your mind that you tried not to think about while teaching your children why you need to look both ways and not to talk to strangers.

She pushed through the bombarding images with shaky breaths. Gwen was with her parents, she was fine. She would never know what truly happened at this stage of her life. That would be for when she was older.

When you think all is forsaken,

Listen to me now

Hope's not forsaken

You need never feel broken again

Sometimes darkness can show you the light

They were the first type of humanoid she came across, and when they came after her she had a moment of panic before the training instinct came forward. She didn't see them as people, they were just creatures who were there to test her. Don't think, don't feel; just live on instinct was her motto.

It was like a dance in a way, the footwork, blocking and striking. She had a cut on her arm, on her legs. They were ruthless, but then again so was she. She wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, streaking the skin with her own blood as she stepped over the bodies through the doorway. She had been close now, things were beginning to get more eventful with each turn. She had to be close.

Sickening, weakening

Don't let another sombre pariah consume your soul

You need strengthening, toughening

It takes a bit of dark to rekindle the fire burning in you

Ignite the fire within you.

She heard his laugh before she saw him.

"Such a pity you turned out to be," his voice cruel. "To think he actually wanted to be with you. You think the King didn't know about everything before it happened? Of course, he did, so he sent me above ground to occupy you. He was a clever puppet for me to play with, I was so close to having you too, but of course, you could never just forget him. You always had to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"This is all a lie. " Sarah shook her head. "Max was human, he had family and history that I could see and look up! "

"Well, he was human to an extent, but do you really think that sort of man would have dated for a whore like you?" He sneered down at her. "A single mother, who relied on her parents for such much. Who could never commit to someone because she would never forget someone else? You were a good lay I give you that, but you used him-me."

"I did not-" she shouted into the darkness.

"Stop lying to yourself woman, you walked right over him." She heard something before it lands in front of her. His face was all shadows, strange tattoos covered the skin, she took a step back. "You abused his kindness and generosity."

"That's bullshit! I didn't walk out. I didn't leave without saying goodbye. I had to write my own fucking letter to Gwen from him to say goodbye so she wouldn't be more upset about him leaving the way he did! He wasn't strong enough to deal with the fact that I had a past. He's the one who proposed at my parent's dinner! Who does that? After all that I can still safely say I never cheated on him and I would never. Jareth and I only resumed our relationship after everything settled down. Even then we had a long talk about how things would work if things could work. Max broke my daughter heart and trust, which is inexcusable," she stormed, blinding light sparking from her fingertips, she blasted the sparkling crystal towards him. A shower of light filled the room, so much she had to shield her eyes from the brightness. Finally when it died away glow surrounded the doorway in front of her.

This was it.

When you think all is forsaken,

Listen to me now

Hope's not forsaken

You need never feel broken again

Sometimes darkness can show you the light

"Look at me Jareth. " she urged him. "I'm here Jareth, you'll be okay. I won. Did you hear that I found him? " she shouted up into the air.

She heard the same evil laugh ring out in the air around them.

"I am worthy of him, you will hold your end of the bargain." She turned to the older man. "I defeated you."

"You defeated my prison. Yes. Though you have not defeated me."

"Then I will kill you. " Sarah stood up, covered in every substance she could think of. "I will tell you the same I told your son once before. You have no power over me, you do not control me. What are the words you like to say?

Fear me, Love me, do what I say and I will be your slave?

You fear me because for once your son decided to think for himself and I am the reason behind why. You can love me because I am the mother of your grandchild who you will never know but you will always feel in the pulse of your bloodline. You will do what I say because this over; I will be a slave to this family because I am a lover and a mother. However, you will never have power over me," she recited, praying it would work. She felt Jareth lay his hand on her shoulder behind her.

"We are the Rulers of the Goblin Kingdom, you will respect us, Father. She beat your prison she had found me. She is in my body and in my soul for all eternity." Jareth spoke calmly, the light between them growing with each beat of their hearts. "Sarah, will you fear me, love me and do what I say so I shall be your slave?"

"For as long as I breathe, " Sarah spoke, the light around them blinding everyone in the room.

Don't ignore, listen to me now

You need never feel broken again

Sometimes darkness

Can show you the light