Ch 2-Past Repeated
No characters from this movie belong to me, they are all a wonderful creation from whoever it is that is responsible for this movie. I take no credit for the movie or the characters, but this story is my own continuation of the original. I am making NO money from this, taking NO credit, so please, DON'T SUE ME!!!
Days fly by very slow when you think you're going out of your mind. Sarah's classes crawled by as slow as possible, with only the illusion of speed when she fell asleep, her dreams constantly haunted. No one was home after school. Her dad had left a note saying he took Toby to see the latest kid's show that was in the theaters. A light drizzle that started as she walked home had turned into a downpour by the time she opened the front door.
It was days like this that she wanted to curl up in front of the fire with Merlin, her large sheep dog by her side. Merlin isn't around anymore. He was very old and the weather the previous winter was too much for him. Sarah had him buried under her favorite tree, the one by her window, and constructed a small fence to surround his grave and tree. If her old dreams hadn't fled from her, Sarah would have said he was in a better place, where he wouldn't remember the hardships of life. But she didn't have that comfort anymore. She missed him the most on days like this.
Thunder roared through the air, following a flash of lightning that brightened up the darkest rooms in her house. The gathering clouds gave the illusion of night as they blocked out all comforting light, casting shadows upon shadows, evoking fear in children who ran to the comfort of their parent's arms.
A monstrous gust of wind blew debris across Sarah's yard and knocking out the power before it was done, casting her house into darkness. The din around her reminded her of that night when she called on the goblins, only this time she was older and Toby wasn't here.
Her house shook as the thunder made sure its presence was known, making Sarah jump, remembering that past night. She lit a candle she had found in the kitchen and carried it with her as she walked into her room. Thunder crashed again and the sound of the wind made her remember the giggles and snickers of the goblins on that first night, as stormy as this one. She grabbed her book and walked into her father's room, which had always been comforting to her on nights like this. As she walked into his room she saw the large balcony windows on the far wall.
Walking further into the room, movement caught her eye. An owl was flapping its wings against the window! Its claws scrabbling for purchase on the outside handles. Sarah's heart leapt into her throat when she saw this. Had he come back? Come back to try to win her, follow his heart, or to cast her away and spit accusations at her about the ruin of his kingdom?
The wind died down and a flash of lightning revealed the owl to her in the bright light. It was an old newspaper caught in the branches of the tree outside the window! When Sarah's heart finally calmed down the loudest roar of thunder yet sent it back into her throat, sending her running from the room. It wasn't much comfort to her tonight. Far from it.
She had dropped the candle in her flight, the melted wax snuffing out the flame. She stumbled down the stairs in the darkness back to her room and collapsed on her bed. Voices from her memory drifting trough her head. Pieces from old conversations, all from her time in the Labyrinth. Snatches of "No I ain't, I'm Hoggle" and "It's further than you think." "Sarah, friend" and "Hey! Her head don't come off." Last of all "You have no power over me!"
Sarah saw a vivid image of the look of betrayal as she so foolishly spoke those final words. "The truth is, he does have power over me," she thought. "Jareth has filled my thoughts ever since, tormented me in my dreams."
Trembling hands curled around her head as if trying to ward off the voices in her head, the images in her mind. Now just the one phrase that ended it all, "You have no power over me" chased its tail through her head, repeating over and over. "It's a piece of cake."
How foolish she was. "Ouch! It bit me!" How set she was in her fantasies. "My lady," "I have been generous up to now. I can be cruel." The voices wouldn't leave her alone.
"Trough dangers untold and hardships unnumbered. I have fought my way her to the castle, beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great...you have no power over me!"
Now it was just this, repeating over and over, overlapping, blending together into an endless noise, becoming the thunder. When the roar finally subsided, all was quiet. Sarah could hear the rain pattering on the roof, being blown against the window. A bolt of lightning lit up her room, followed by another crack of thunder.
The storm died down after about an hour and the clouds started parting, carried away by what was left of the wind. When the power came back on, Sarah spied something in the middle of her room. She climbed off her bed for a closer look, but what she saw made her heart leap again, made it ache with the memory.
Sitting on the carpet, in the middle of the room, was a perfectly cut, round, clear crystal.
No characters from this movie belong to me, they are all a wonderful creation from whoever it is that is responsible for this movie. I take no credit for the movie or the characters, but this story is my own continuation of the original. I am making NO money from this, taking NO credit, so please, DON'T SUE ME!!!
Days fly by very slow when you think you're going out of your mind. Sarah's classes crawled by as slow as possible, with only the illusion of speed when she fell asleep, her dreams constantly haunted. No one was home after school. Her dad had left a note saying he took Toby to see the latest kid's show that was in the theaters. A light drizzle that started as she walked home had turned into a downpour by the time she opened the front door.
It was days like this that she wanted to curl up in front of the fire with Merlin, her large sheep dog by her side. Merlin isn't around anymore. He was very old and the weather the previous winter was too much for him. Sarah had him buried under her favorite tree, the one by her window, and constructed a small fence to surround his grave and tree. If her old dreams hadn't fled from her, Sarah would have said he was in a better place, where he wouldn't remember the hardships of life. But she didn't have that comfort anymore. She missed him the most on days like this.
Thunder roared through the air, following a flash of lightning that brightened up the darkest rooms in her house. The gathering clouds gave the illusion of night as they blocked out all comforting light, casting shadows upon shadows, evoking fear in children who ran to the comfort of their parent's arms.
A monstrous gust of wind blew debris across Sarah's yard and knocking out the power before it was done, casting her house into darkness. The din around her reminded her of that night when she called on the goblins, only this time she was older and Toby wasn't here.
Her house shook as the thunder made sure its presence was known, making Sarah jump, remembering that past night. She lit a candle she had found in the kitchen and carried it with her as she walked into her room. Thunder crashed again and the sound of the wind made her remember the giggles and snickers of the goblins on that first night, as stormy as this one. She grabbed her book and walked into her father's room, which had always been comforting to her on nights like this. As she walked into his room she saw the large balcony windows on the far wall.
Walking further into the room, movement caught her eye. An owl was flapping its wings against the window! Its claws scrabbling for purchase on the outside handles. Sarah's heart leapt into her throat when she saw this. Had he come back? Come back to try to win her, follow his heart, or to cast her away and spit accusations at her about the ruin of his kingdom?
The wind died down and a flash of lightning revealed the owl to her in the bright light. It was an old newspaper caught in the branches of the tree outside the window! When Sarah's heart finally calmed down the loudest roar of thunder yet sent it back into her throat, sending her running from the room. It wasn't much comfort to her tonight. Far from it.
She had dropped the candle in her flight, the melted wax snuffing out the flame. She stumbled down the stairs in the darkness back to her room and collapsed on her bed. Voices from her memory drifting trough her head. Pieces from old conversations, all from her time in the Labyrinth. Snatches of "No I ain't, I'm Hoggle" and "It's further than you think." "Sarah, friend" and "Hey! Her head don't come off." Last of all "You have no power over me!"
Sarah saw a vivid image of the look of betrayal as she so foolishly spoke those final words. "The truth is, he does have power over me," she thought. "Jareth has filled my thoughts ever since, tormented me in my dreams."
Trembling hands curled around her head as if trying to ward off the voices in her head, the images in her mind. Now just the one phrase that ended it all, "You have no power over me" chased its tail through her head, repeating over and over. "It's a piece of cake."
How foolish she was. "Ouch! It bit me!" How set she was in her fantasies. "My lady," "I have been generous up to now. I can be cruel." The voices wouldn't leave her alone.
"Trough dangers untold and hardships unnumbered. I have fought my way her to the castle, beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great...you have no power over me!"
Now it was just this, repeating over and over, overlapping, blending together into an endless noise, becoming the thunder. When the roar finally subsided, all was quiet. Sarah could hear the rain pattering on the roof, being blown against the window. A bolt of lightning lit up her room, followed by another crack of thunder.
The storm died down after about an hour and the clouds started parting, carried away by what was left of the wind. When the power came back on, Sarah spied something in the middle of her room. She climbed off her bed for a closer look, but what she saw made her heart leap again, made it ache with the memory.
Sitting on the carpet, in the middle of the room, was a perfectly cut, round, clear crystal.