Jeez I'm actually writing lol Something must be wrong with me. Now I really
have to work out where I want this to go :\ Thanks again to everyone who
reviewed! It's a real shock to me to know that you want to read this stuff
*beams*
Disclaimer: I own no one. I'll have to create some characters of my own to put into these *ponders*
Not Just Another Day
The next morning Sarah woke to the sound of her alarm. Slamming her hand onto the clock to turn it off, she sat straight up in bed. Instantly memories of her latest dream flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and groaned. Last night had seemed so real. Just thinking about it made her tingle. She pulled off her pyjama top, running her hand over her collarbone and down over her breasts, following the same path as his hand had last night. Reaching her stomach, she lingered there as a flush ran over her. Climbing out of bed, she rid herself of her pyjama pants and panties and moved to stand in front of the mirror. She frowned. Turning, she observed her naked form. Over the last few months her body had changed; her breasts had become larger and more rounded, her curves now more defined. She was beginning to look more like a woman than a girl, she realised. She grinned. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she grabbed her robe, pulled it on and went to shower.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, dressed, with her wet hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Grabbing her school bag from her room, she went downstairs for breakfast. Karen watched her as she sat at the kitchen counter eating her toast.
"You look tired."
Sarah rolled her eyes and looked up at her stepmother. "That's because I am tired." Taking a sip of her orange juice, she continued eating.
"You should go to sleep earlier, Sarah. You read too much. And they're all fairy tales. You're not a child anymore, you know." She walked out of the kitchen.
Sarah's jaw dropped. Karen has basically just told her to grow up. How dare she? She threw the rest of her toast in the bin, grabbed her bag and headed for school.
That afternoon Sarah stopped at the park on her way home. She sat on the bridge over the pond, thinking. This was where she used to play out all of her fantasies about the Labyrinth. It was where she'd spent endless hours pretending that a character from had taken her little brother. She would always defeat him. She cocked her head to the side. Since defeating the Goblin King she had not played out the book again. She felt a sudden urge to do so. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if he would be watching. She picked up her bag and walked over onto the grass. Dropping it, she began to say the words that she'd regretted since the last time she'd said them.
"Through dangers untold and hardships un-numbered, I have fought my way here 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 is as great. You have no power over me." Sarah grinned. She had never forgotten the last line since she had said those very words to his face. She remembered his look when she'd said it. He'd laid it all on the line for her and she had thrown it back in his face. Rejected him. It was at times like this that she wished she hadn't. Dropping on her knees to the ground, she sighed. She used to see him as the bad guy, the one who had tried to turn her little brother into a goblin. But now, months later, she could see that he had only been doing what she had asked. She could not blame him.
A soft rustling startled her from her thoughts. She turned to look up into the nearest tree. What she saw both chilled her and sent excited shivers through her body. Sitting on the lowest branch was a large white owl that appeared to be staring directly at her. A sharp feeling hit her and settled in the pit of her stomach. She had recognised him immediately.
"Jareth…" She whispered. The owl stretched out his wings, brought them back in close to his sides, then ruffled his feathers. Sarah sat staring at him, mesmerised. He must have been watching her from above the whole time. No matter how hard she tried, she could not tear her eyes away from the owl. He fixed that problem for her. He again stretched his wings, taking flight; he flew high into the air and then disappeared.
Sarah was shaken. This was the first time he had shown himself to her since she got Toby back. She wondered how she had known it was him. There were always owls around the area. She had a feeling he'd made it known to her somehow. Sarah suddenly grinned, picked up her bag and ran home. She knew that tonight she would not be alone. That was for certain.
Disclaimer: I own no one. I'll have to create some characters of my own to put into these *ponders*
Not Just Another Day
The next morning Sarah woke to the sound of her alarm. Slamming her hand onto the clock to turn it off, she sat straight up in bed. Instantly memories of her latest dream flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and groaned. Last night had seemed so real. Just thinking about it made her tingle. She pulled off her pyjama top, running her hand over her collarbone and down over her breasts, following the same path as his hand had last night. Reaching her stomach, she lingered there as a flush ran over her. Climbing out of bed, she rid herself of her pyjama pants and panties and moved to stand in front of the mirror. She frowned. Turning, she observed her naked form. Over the last few months her body had changed; her breasts had become larger and more rounded, her curves now more defined. She was beginning to look more like a woman than a girl, she realised. She grinned. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she grabbed her robe, pulled it on and went to shower.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, dressed, with her wet hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Grabbing her school bag from her room, she went downstairs for breakfast. Karen watched her as she sat at the kitchen counter eating her toast.
"You look tired."
Sarah rolled her eyes and looked up at her stepmother. "That's because I am tired." Taking a sip of her orange juice, she continued eating.
"You should go to sleep earlier, Sarah. You read too much. And they're all fairy tales. You're not a child anymore, you know." She walked out of the kitchen.
Sarah's jaw dropped. Karen has basically just told her to grow up. How dare she? She threw the rest of her toast in the bin, grabbed her bag and headed for school.
That afternoon Sarah stopped at the park on her way home. She sat on the bridge over the pond, thinking. This was where she used to play out all of her fantasies about the Labyrinth. It was where she'd spent endless hours pretending that a character from had taken her little brother. She would always defeat him. She cocked her head to the side. Since defeating the Goblin King she had not played out the book again. She felt a sudden urge to do so. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if he would be watching. She picked up her bag and walked over onto the grass. Dropping it, she began to say the words that she'd regretted since the last time she'd said them.
"Through dangers untold and hardships un-numbered, I have fought my way here 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 is as great. You have no power over me." Sarah grinned. She had never forgotten the last line since she had said those very words to his face. She remembered his look when she'd said it. He'd laid it all on the line for her and she had thrown it back in his face. Rejected him. It was at times like this that she wished she hadn't. Dropping on her knees to the ground, she sighed. She used to see him as the bad guy, the one who had tried to turn her little brother into a goblin. But now, months later, she could see that he had only been doing what she had asked. She could not blame him.
A soft rustling startled her from her thoughts. She turned to look up into the nearest tree. What she saw both chilled her and sent excited shivers through her body. Sitting on the lowest branch was a large white owl that appeared to be staring directly at her. A sharp feeling hit her and settled in the pit of her stomach. She had recognised him immediately.
"Jareth…" She whispered. The owl stretched out his wings, brought them back in close to his sides, then ruffled his feathers. Sarah sat staring at him, mesmerised. He must have been watching her from above the whole time. No matter how hard she tried, she could not tear her eyes away from the owl. He fixed that problem for her. He again stretched his wings, taking flight; he flew high into the air and then disappeared.
Sarah was shaken. This was the first time he had shown himself to her since she got Toby back. She wondered how she had known it was him. There were always owls around the area. She had a feeling he'd made it known to her somehow. Sarah suddenly grinned, picked up her bag and ran home. She knew that tonight she would not be alone. That was for certain.
