This is my first Labyrinth story, and I'm not sure what it's going to be like. I hope you all enjoy it. There's
no title because, frankly, I suck at titles.
Summary: (I suck at these too by the way) A week after her adventure in the Labyrinth, Sarah is sent to live with her grandmother in what Sarah thinks is England, where she finds out some startling things about herself.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything connected with Labyrinth, which belongs to Jim Henson. Miss Kinnard,
Anna, Jeffery, Myst, the Quies and various other characters that you don't recognize belong to me.
Part 1/?
Sarah sat at her desk at school, barely listening to the history teacher drone on about the Civil War,
thinking about the weekend before. She had awakened the morning after her adventure in the Labyrinth and
had actually made her parents breakfast. Her father had looked at her with concern and her stepmother had
looked at her with suspicion. She had just smiled at them both and told them that she had been thinking the
night before, and that she realized she needed to grow up. It was amazing what profound thoughts
thunderstorms could produce. Of course that didn't mean that things would change all that drastically. She
and Karen were going to have to take it a step at a time. Sarah was still slightly resentful of her, but only
slightly.
Sarah was pulled from her reverie by the sharp sound of the final bell ringing. She stood up among
the other students and forced her way through to the waiting car outside. Her stepmother was off work
today and had offered her a ride. Sarah had gladly accepted, not really wanting to have to walk past the
park on her way home, but mostly because it would give her a chance to really talk to Karen.
"So how was school today?" the older woman asked with polite disinterest, almost as if she were
afraid to show anything else.
"It was okay I guess," Sarah responded in the same tone, "Although, I wish I had the same teacher
for American History as I did for World History last year. He made things fun. Miss Kinnard is your usual
stereotypical history teacher. Boring and dry.." She trailed off.
Karen just nodded. "I know what you mean...despite what you think, I did use to be a child once."
Sarah smiled. "I know. I'm sorry."
"For what?" Karen glanced at her for a second then looked back at the road.
"For everything. I was just angry that you could try and take my mother's place and...now I know
that no one could ever do that. I'd like for us to try and become friends," she paused and looked at her
stepmother, "If it's at all possible."
Karen looked as if she might cry, and when she answered her voice was huskier than usual. "I...I'd
like that Sarah."
They were silent the rest of the way home, though it was a companionable silence.
That night Sarah sat up late, and looked out the window. She was listening to an argument between her parents.
"She's of age now Karen, and that was the deal I made..." Sarah's father was saying, only to be interrupted.
"Fifteen is of age? Since when...I know she's not my real daughter but I do feel some affection for her Robert, and this may well destroy her," Karen hissed furiously.
Sarah heard her father sigh. "We aren't going to discuss this anymore tonight. She won't even be leaving until this weekend. I don't like it anymore than you do, in fact I hate it. But when I rejected my heritage and married Linda...well this is what has come of that mistake. And it isn't as bad as it seems."
Sarah strained to hear more, but they were whispering now. She frowned, and wondered just what was going on. She lay awake for several hours after that, pondering, until, having exhausted all ideas fell into a restless slumber.
The next morning she awoke to the sound of Karen's voice, telling her to get up or she would be late. Groggily, Sarah sat up, images from the dream that had been interrupted still dancing in her head. It was odd really, after the first two nights of not dreaming anything at all, she had expected that her experience in the Labyrinth was well behind her, but no, it was just starting to come back and haunt her, that face, the pain it showed when she had said the final words. She shook her head with a finality and firmly admonished herself to forget it. He was the bad guy, a villain. *Was he really?* a snide voice asked, *Was what he did so bad?* Yes, she told the voice, he stole my brother. *You asked him to though, didn't you?* That's true. It was all my fault, everything. I was the selfish one, not Toby, he's just a baby. I had to save him, not just because he was my brother, but because I was the one to get him into the mess. The Goblin King was just doing his job. Sarah sighed and started getting dressed, wondering if she was going crazy talking to herself like this.
The rest of the week passed with no further incidents, except for the dreams becoming more vivid, showing different scenes from her time in the giant maze, each of them with the handsome magnetic Goblin King featured prominently. Sarah had nearly forgotten the argument she'd overheard, and so, when she came home from school on Friday afternoon, she thought nothing of the strange car sitting in front of her house. Her father often brought home clients for dinner.
She walked inside and gave a thumbs-up to Karen who had been helping her study for the history exam all week. It had actually been easy for once. She paused when she saw the blank expression on her stepmother's face.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked with concern.
"Oh nothing," the older woman answered evasively, "You're father wants to speak with you."
Sarah frowned and walked into the living room where her father was seated in a chair, across from two men sitting on the leather couch. One of the men had silvery white hair, though he looked no older than Sarah herself. She could tell he was tall, even sitting on the couch. His eyes from a distance appeared to be a brilliant sapphire blue. There was an aura of gentle relaxation about him, as though nothing in the world could hurry him up. The other man had gray hair and piercing bright green eyes. He was shorter than his companion and he put her in mind of a wolf. They both returned her frank gaze, and she blushed after realizing how rude she was being.
"You must be Sarah," the one with the white hair stated. His voice had a musical quality to it, and the accent was decidedly British.
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir," she answered politely even though it hadn't been a question. This caused the other man to grin.
"Well, at least you've been taught some manners, living as you do," he said, still grinning. He had a British accent as well. How odd she thought, especially since I can't seem to get a certain British accent out of my head.
"Jeffery," the other one warned, then turned to Sarah again, "I apologize, he hasn't been around a young lady for quite some time."
Jeffery snorted. "And you have Myst? Why you've been stuck up in that..."
"That's quite enough out of both of you," Sarah's father suddenly spoke up, "Why don't you go into the kitchen and get something to eat while I talk with my daughter."
"You haven't told her," Myst stated, looking at him with reproach, "Robert your mother would be very disappointed in you. The girl should at least know that she..." He stopped then stood up. He bowed to them and grabbed his companion dragging him along behind him, still protesting.
Sarah looked at her father. "Tell me what?" she asked warily.
Robert stood up and began pacing. "When I was younger, I lived in...England with my mother. My father died before I was born. Anyway...I fell in love, or thought I had, with a beautiful actress. My mother told me that I was only in love with her looks, and not with the person she was. I told her that wasn't true, that I really did love her. My mother said that if I was wrong, then I would have to give up our first child when he or she came of age, and only if I agreed to this would she allow us to marry. I being young and foolish and so sure of myself, agreed." He stopped his narrative and looked at her. "Fifteen is the majority in my mother's, your grandmother's, eyes. Those two crazy characters are here to take you to...um...England...You're going to live with your grandmother."
Sarah just stood there and stared. "Why did you wait til the last minute?" she asked, the answered herself, "Because then I wouldn't have found a way to get out of it. I would have no choice."
Her father looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry Sarah, I had hoped that she would have forgotten by now. But," he swallowed, "You do know that even had your mother and I stayed married, you still would be going now?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes. And...I understand that I have to go," she smiled humorlessly, "A week ago I would have fumed about it not being fair, and other such rot. But now...I guess I'll go get my things together." She started to leave but was stopped by her father.
"No, you'll be provided with everything there and...you will still be able to come and visit...if you wanted to."
Sarah smiled with more conviction now. "Then it isn't as bad as it seems is it? I'm just moving out a bit sooner than planned." She was amazed at how calm she felt. She should by all rights be screaming and throwing a tantrum about how unfair life was and how miserable she was going to be...but she knew that that would serve no purpose. Life was unfair, and you just had to take it as it was.
She was still smiling when she walked into the kitchen. Karen looked at her with a relieved smile. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Sarah nodded to her. The two men, Jeffery and Myst stood up. "Ready to go then?" Myst asked.
She took a deep breath and said, "Not really, but I don't have any choice. And I'd rather go now before I have any time to think about it."
Jeffery nodded in approval. Myst raised one silvery-white eyebrow, then headed to the door. Sarah and Jeffery followed.
Sarah slept for the entire journey to...wherever it was that her grandmother lived. Somewhere in England she supposed. Myst shook her awake gently. "We've arrived," he whispered.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked out the window of the...carriage? She gasped in surprise. Towering high above was a white castle, that looked as if it had come straight from the pages of a fairy tale. She opened the door to the carriage and stepped out. She looked around in awe. To the right of the castle was open land as far as the eye could see, the rolling hills making it look like a bright green ocean. On the left was a dark forest, the trees so thick you couldn't see more than the first few feet inside. She turned to Myst and Jeffery who both smiled and ushered her to the drawbridge of the castle.
Once inside, Sarah's doubts that she had been repressing, came back full force. Servants rushed back and forth, dressed in sharp uniforms, and Sarah looked down at herself, thinking that those uniforms were ten times as nice as what she had on. She didn't have time to think on it any longer for, the two men were ushering her along a lengthy corridor lined with what seemed like millions of doors, until finally coming to one towards the other end. Myst knocked thrice on the door and waited. A crisp voice answered. "Come in come in...we haven't all day now do we?"
Myst grinned and opened the door, pushing the suddenly shy Sarah inside. "Good luck dear."
Jeffery grinned his wolfish grin. "Yes you're going to need it....Ouch!" he ended, glaring at Myst who had just hit him over the head. The door was closed before Sarah could think to turn around and run. 'Okay,' she told herself, 'You've faced down worse than one measly old woman, surely she can't be all that bad.'
"Come along now, don't dawdle. If there is one thing I cannot abide, it is dawdlers. Maybe because I once was one myself," the same crisp voice said from a corner of the room. Sarah looked in its direction, and gasped at the sight. Behind a large executive type desk sat a kindly looking old woman. She reminded Sarah a bit of what she imagined a fairy godmother would look like.
"I don't suppose Robert told you everything did he dear?" the woman asked.
Sarah frowned. "What do you mean, 'everything'?"
The woman sighed. "Well, judging from your surprise at seeing this castle, you didn't know that you were a princess, soon to be queen."
"Me? B...but I thought..."
"Never mind what you thought. And I suppose he told you this was England hmm?" at Sarah's nod the woman continued, "Well I'm here to tell you that this is not England, this is fairy land. I *am* a fairy godmother, my name's Anna by the way, but I also help here with a few things, since your grandmother died two weeks ago..." she held up her hand at Sarah's protest. "Yes I know hard to believe, but it happened. And now, we must get you ready to take over your post. It was hoped that you would have several years before this happened but no, your grandmother had to be stubborn and try and fight that ogre anyway. Now we have very little time. First we must see how powerful your magic is...mixed marriages like Robert's can produce children with very little magic. If it's not strong enough...well...Myst will be here to help you out..."
Throughout this rather longwinded speech, the woman had stood up and was now pacing around Sarah with deliberation. She paused every now and then, murmuring to herself until finally she asked Sarah to hold out her hand. Startled, and bewildered with everything that was going on, Sarah did as she asked. Immediately, a crystal ball formed in her hand, and she dropped it as if burned. The crystal shattered and turned into glittery dust.
Wide eyed she turned to the woman. "Wha...what happened?" she asked. She then looked around to see if HE was here. And if he was, why did he persist in tormenting her. She had admitted that she was in the wrong, and she had won his little game. What more did he want?
"Well now," Anna exclaimed, "I haven't seen that strong a magic since your father's best friend. My my. Although, you will need to learn how to control it. After all, that crystal was only formed to show your magical strength. You won't be able to do it again without control. Hmm...yes...And we must have your coronation in six months or...the kingdom will fall to Alyssa. She's next in line you know, and if you aren't ready and crowned queen in sixth months she'll have every legal right to it. So we need to start as soon as possible. Oh if only your grandmother hadn't gone off to battle that ogre."
Sarah blushed in embarrassment. After all, how could she expect that he would even remember her, just because she had beaten the Labyrinth. She was barely listening to Anna's droning speech. None of this seemed at all real. Then it registered on her bewildered mind. She was a fairy princess. How funny, after all that putting away of childish things. That was the last thing she thought of before everything went dark.
no title because, frankly, I suck at titles.
Summary: (I suck at these too by the way) A week after her adventure in the Labyrinth, Sarah is sent to live with her grandmother in what Sarah thinks is England, where she finds out some startling things about herself.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything connected with Labyrinth, which belongs to Jim Henson. Miss Kinnard,
Anna, Jeffery, Myst, the Quies and various other characters that you don't recognize belong to me.
Part 1/?
Sarah sat at her desk at school, barely listening to the history teacher drone on about the Civil War,
thinking about the weekend before. She had awakened the morning after her adventure in the Labyrinth and
had actually made her parents breakfast. Her father had looked at her with concern and her stepmother had
looked at her with suspicion. She had just smiled at them both and told them that she had been thinking the
night before, and that she realized she needed to grow up. It was amazing what profound thoughts
thunderstorms could produce. Of course that didn't mean that things would change all that drastically. She
and Karen were going to have to take it a step at a time. Sarah was still slightly resentful of her, but only
slightly.
Sarah was pulled from her reverie by the sharp sound of the final bell ringing. She stood up among
the other students and forced her way through to the waiting car outside. Her stepmother was off work
today and had offered her a ride. Sarah had gladly accepted, not really wanting to have to walk past the
park on her way home, but mostly because it would give her a chance to really talk to Karen.
"So how was school today?" the older woman asked with polite disinterest, almost as if she were
afraid to show anything else.
"It was okay I guess," Sarah responded in the same tone, "Although, I wish I had the same teacher
for American History as I did for World History last year. He made things fun. Miss Kinnard is your usual
stereotypical history teacher. Boring and dry.." She trailed off.
Karen just nodded. "I know what you mean...despite what you think, I did use to be a child once."
Sarah smiled. "I know. I'm sorry."
"For what?" Karen glanced at her for a second then looked back at the road.
"For everything. I was just angry that you could try and take my mother's place and...now I know
that no one could ever do that. I'd like for us to try and become friends," she paused and looked at her
stepmother, "If it's at all possible."
Karen looked as if she might cry, and when she answered her voice was huskier than usual. "I...I'd
like that Sarah."
They were silent the rest of the way home, though it was a companionable silence.
That night Sarah sat up late, and looked out the window. She was listening to an argument between her parents.
"She's of age now Karen, and that was the deal I made..." Sarah's father was saying, only to be interrupted.
"Fifteen is of age? Since when...I know she's not my real daughter but I do feel some affection for her Robert, and this may well destroy her," Karen hissed furiously.
Sarah heard her father sigh. "We aren't going to discuss this anymore tonight. She won't even be leaving until this weekend. I don't like it anymore than you do, in fact I hate it. But when I rejected my heritage and married Linda...well this is what has come of that mistake. And it isn't as bad as it seems."
Sarah strained to hear more, but they were whispering now. She frowned, and wondered just what was going on. She lay awake for several hours after that, pondering, until, having exhausted all ideas fell into a restless slumber.
The next morning she awoke to the sound of Karen's voice, telling her to get up or she would be late. Groggily, Sarah sat up, images from the dream that had been interrupted still dancing in her head. It was odd really, after the first two nights of not dreaming anything at all, she had expected that her experience in the Labyrinth was well behind her, but no, it was just starting to come back and haunt her, that face, the pain it showed when she had said the final words. She shook her head with a finality and firmly admonished herself to forget it. He was the bad guy, a villain. *Was he really?* a snide voice asked, *Was what he did so bad?* Yes, she told the voice, he stole my brother. *You asked him to though, didn't you?* That's true. It was all my fault, everything. I was the selfish one, not Toby, he's just a baby. I had to save him, not just because he was my brother, but because I was the one to get him into the mess. The Goblin King was just doing his job. Sarah sighed and started getting dressed, wondering if she was going crazy talking to herself like this.
The rest of the week passed with no further incidents, except for the dreams becoming more vivid, showing different scenes from her time in the giant maze, each of them with the handsome magnetic Goblin King featured prominently. Sarah had nearly forgotten the argument she'd overheard, and so, when she came home from school on Friday afternoon, she thought nothing of the strange car sitting in front of her house. Her father often brought home clients for dinner.
She walked inside and gave a thumbs-up to Karen who had been helping her study for the history exam all week. It had actually been easy for once. She paused when she saw the blank expression on her stepmother's face.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked with concern.
"Oh nothing," the older woman answered evasively, "You're father wants to speak with you."
Sarah frowned and walked into the living room where her father was seated in a chair, across from two men sitting on the leather couch. One of the men had silvery white hair, though he looked no older than Sarah herself. She could tell he was tall, even sitting on the couch. His eyes from a distance appeared to be a brilliant sapphire blue. There was an aura of gentle relaxation about him, as though nothing in the world could hurry him up. The other man had gray hair and piercing bright green eyes. He was shorter than his companion and he put her in mind of a wolf. They both returned her frank gaze, and she blushed after realizing how rude she was being.
"You must be Sarah," the one with the white hair stated. His voice had a musical quality to it, and the accent was decidedly British.
Sarah nodded. "Yes sir," she answered politely even though it hadn't been a question. This caused the other man to grin.
"Well, at least you've been taught some manners, living as you do," he said, still grinning. He had a British accent as well. How odd she thought, especially since I can't seem to get a certain British accent out of my head.
"Jeffery," the other one warned, then turned to Sarah again, "I apologize, he hasn't been around a young lady for quite some time."
Jeffery snorted. "And you have Myst? Why you've been stuck up in that..."
"That's quite enough out of both of you," Sarah's father suddenly spoke up, "Why don't you go into the kitchen and get something to eat while I talk with my daughter."
"You haven't told her," Myst stated, looking at him with reproach, "Robert your mother would be very disappointed in you. The girl should at least know that she..." He stopped then stood up. He bowed to them and grabbed his companion dragging him along behind him, still protesting.
Sarah looked at her father. "Tell me what?" she asked warily.
Robert stood up and began pacing. "When I was younger, I lived in...England with my mother. My father died before I was born. Anyway...I fell in love, or thought I had, with a beautiful actress. My mother told me that I was only in love with her looks, and not with the person she was. I told her that wasn't true, that I really did love her. My mother said that if I was wrong, then I would have to give up our first child when he or she came of age, and only if I agreed to this would she allow us to marry. I being young and foolish and so sure of myself, agreed." He stopped his narrative and looked at her. "Fifteen is the majority in my mother's, your grandmother's, eyes. Those two crazy characters are here to take you to...um...England...You're going to live with your grandmother."
Sarah just stood there and stared. "Why did you wait til the last minute?" she asked, the answered herself, "Because then I wouldn't have found a way to get out of it. I would have no choice."
Her father looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry Sarah, I had hoped that she would have forgotten by now. But," he swallowed, "You do know that even had your mother and I stayed married, you still would be going now?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes. And...I understand that I have to go," she smiled humorlessly, "A week ago I would have fumed about it not being fair, and other such rot. But now...I guess I'll go get my things together." She started to leave but was stopped by her father.
"No, you'll be provided with everything there and...you will still be able to come and visit...if you wanted to."
Sarah smiled with more conviction now. "Then it isn't as bad as it seems is it? I'm just moving out a bit sooner than planned." She was amazed at how calm she felt. She should by all rights be screaming and throwing a tantrum about how unfair life was and how miserable she was going to be...but she knew that that would serve no purpose. Life was unfair, and you just had to take it as it was.
She was still smiling when she walked into the kitchen. Karen looked at her with a relieved smile. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Sarah nodded to her. The two men, Jeffery and Myst stood up. "Ready to go then?" Myst asked.
She took a deep breath and said, "Not really, but I don't have any choice. And I'd rather go now before I have any time to think about it."
Jeffery nodded in approval. Myst raised one silvery-white eyebrow, then headed to the door. Sarah and Jeffery followed.
Sarah slept for the entire journey to...wherever it was that her grandmother lived. Somewhere in England she supposed. Myst shook her awake gently. "We've arrived," he whispered.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked out the window of the...carriage? She gasped in surprise. Towering high above was a white castle, that looked as if it had come straight from the pages of a fairy tale. She opened the door to the carriage and stepped out. She looked around in awe. To the right of the castle was open land as far as the eye could see, the rolling hills making it look like a bright green ocean. On the left was a dark forest, the trees so thick you couldn't see more than the first few feet inside. She turned to Myst and Jeffery who both smiled and ushered her to the drawbridge of the castle.
Once inside, Sarah's doubts that she had been repressing, came back full force. Servants rushed back and forth, dressed in sharp uniforms, and Sarah looked down at herself, thinking that those uniforms were ten times as nice as what she had on. She didn't have time to think on it any longer for, the two men were ushering her along a lengthy corridor lined with what seemed like millions of doors, until finally coming to one towards the other end. Myst knocked thrice on the door and waited. A crisp voice answered. "Come in come in...we haven't all day now do we?"
Myst grinned and opened the door, pushing the suddenly shy Sarah inside. "Good luck dear."
Jeffery grinned his wolfish grin. "Yes you're going to need it....Ouch!" he ended, glaring at Myst who had just hit him over the head. The door was closed before Sarah could think to turn around and run. 'Okay,' she told herself, 'You've faced down worse than one measly old woman, surely she can't be all that bad.'
"Come along now, don't dawdle. If there is one thing I cannot abide, it is dawdlers. Maybe because I once was one myself," the same crisp voice said from a corner of the room. Sarah looked in its direction, and gasped at the sight. Behind a large executive type desk sat a kindly looking old woman. She reminded Sarah a bit of what she imagined a fairy godmother would look like.
"I don't suppose Robert told you everything did he dear?" the woman asked.
Sarah frowned. "What do you mean, 'everything'?"
The woman sighed. "Well, judging from your surprise at seeing this castle, you didn't know that you were a princess, soon to be queen."
"Me? B...but I thought..."
"Never mind what you thought. And I suppose he told you this was England hmm?" at Sarah's nod the woman continued, "Well I'm here to tell you that this is not England, this is fairy land. I *am* a fairy godmother, my name's Anna by the way, but I also help here with a few things, since your grandmother died two weeks ago..." she held up her hand at Sarah's protest. "Yes I know hard to believe, but it happened. And now, we must get you ready to take over your post. It was hoped that you would have several years before this happened but no, your grandmother had to be stubborn and try and fight that ogre anyway. Now we have very little time. First we must see how powerful your magic is...mixed marriages like Robert's can produce children with very little magic. If it's not strong enough...well...Myst will be here to help you out..."
Throughout this rather longwinded speech, the woman had stood up and was now pacing around Sarah with deliberation. She paused every now and then, murmuring to herself until finally she asked Sarah to hold out her hand. Startled, and bewildered with everything that was going on, Sarah did as she asked. Immediately, a crystal ball formed in her hand, and she dropped it as if burned. The crystal shattered and turned into glittery dust.
Wide eyed she turned to the woman. "Wha...what happened?" she asked. She then looked around to see if HE was here. And if he was, why did he persist in tormenting her. She had admitted that she was in the wrong, and she had won his little game. What more did he want?
"Well now," Anna exclaimed, "I haven't seen that strong a magic since your father's best friend. My my. Although, you will need to learn how to control it. After all, that crystal was only formed to show your magical strength. You won't be able to do it again without control. Hmm...yes...And we must have your coronation in six months or...the kingdom will fall to Alyssa. She's next in line you know, and if you aren't ready and crowned queen in sixth months she'll have every legal right to it. So we need to start as soon as possible. Oh if only your grandmother hadn't gone off to battle that ogre."
Sarah blushed in embarrassment. After all, how could she expect that he would even remember her, just because she had beaten the Labyrinth. She was barely listening to Anna's droning speech. None of this seemed at all real. Then it registered on her bewildered mind. She was a fairy princess. How funny, after all that putting away of childish things. That was the last thing she thought of before everything went dark.