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Sarah had been wandering around the numerous stairs, landings and twists and turns that filled this disgusting and seemingly
endless room, for what felt like hours, and had neither found Jareth nor a way out. She should have known better than to
think he would just give her what she wanted. He was the Goblin King for God's sake, the master of a Labyrinth, and she had
expected him not to play games? Her feet were starting to hurt, trudging up and down these cold stone steps. The only thing
that stopped her sitting and resting was her determination to find Jareth and force some kind of sensibility out of him.
That and the constant recollection of how much the woman in her dreams had suffered her whole life, and how pain in her feet
was shamingly ridiculous in comparison. She heard a gentle tinkling and turned, seeing as she had suspected she would a
crystal ball, rolling UP the stairs across from her. Surely that defied any logical laws that existed? She shrugged and
followed it. Once again, she was expecting things that should not be expected in a place like this. As she stepped up and
turned the corner, she wearily glanced up only to stop abruptly and stare wide-eyed in amazement. In an area she was sure
she had travelled through a dozen times in the hope of finding an exit, she now saw an immaculately presented bedroom. It
was the colour of the ocean in the evening, a magical blue-green, the focal point being an enormous, impressive bed fitted in
the same beautiful green and clean white sheets. This, she did not have to be a genius to guess, was Jareth's unsubtle
demand that she get some sleep. She took a few minutes to examine the rest of the room, looking through the drawers and
finding them full of beautiful clothing, finding a hairbrush on the dressing table, delicious scents that haunted her senses
beside the mirror. She glanced out of the window and was astounded by the golden view of the Labyrinth. The setting sun
etched the world out of bronze and shadows, the sky awash with fresh light colours. Strange, when she had been trying so
desperately to get her brother back she had never stopped to acknowledge how beautiful this place could be. Walking back to
the bed in a numb, exhausted temperament, she fell back onto it and soon fell asleep despite her fear of her own mind.
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She smashes her fist into the wall, the crack of the bone against the rock audibly echoing through the long expanses of
maze. Rubbing her damaged knuckles and licking the blood off them, she hisses her anger through her teeth before savagely
continuing to run back the way she has come. Only to see that this turning is now blocked also. Letting out a roar of
frustration, she feels for one of the first times in her life, utter helplessness. "DAMN YOU!!!" she screams, and the
frightened, watching Sarah starts as she hears this woman's voice for the first time. "GIVE ME A SWORD AND YOU'LL SOON SEE
WHAT I CAN DO!!! I WILL NOT PLAY YOUR GAMES!!!!" she yells to the sky, spinning in circles. Turning sharply she leaps,
digging her calloused fingers into the wall before her like claws, her feet scrabbling for an instant before they find
footholds. She climbs up and onto the top of the wall, and surveys her task. "You'd have done better to have left me in a
dungeon as the others have." she continues, her voice softer now, calmer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah started awake as though someone had been trying to smother her in her sleep, heart racing, eyes wild. She had been
here! This woman had travelled the Labyrinth as she had, had also been put through the horror of it. And she was here now,
Sarah could feel it in the core of her being. Maybe she was still even out there! Shooting upright from the bed she ran to
the window, eyes alight with panic and determination. A brief shock of uncertainty ran through her. What guaranteed that
she could make it through the Labyrinth again? "Rubbish. It's not that hard." she thought to herself, unconsciously
imitating her words when she had begun the Labyrinth the first time. Opening the window and glancing out, she saw there was
nothing for her to land on or use as a way of getting down. Turning to the bed, she ripped the beautiful canopy off the top
of it and knotted it to the frame of the window, flinging the rest out of the window before beginning to climb. Reason was
lost. She had to find this woman. She HAD to have answers.
It was only a few minutes later that Jareth entered the room he had created for her. His face remained studiously empty as
he slowly surveyed the crumpled sheets, but the lack of Sarah. He glanced at the canopy of the bed, torn and shredded, and
at what remained of it hanging from the window. Slowly, almost menacingly, he walked towards the window. Then his face
twitched and a slow smile spread across his face. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably, and could do nothing to stop it.
When he finally managed to sober himself about ten minutes later, he shook his head in consternation. "Chasing after dreams
my love..." he muttered before turning and leaving, wanting to survey her from different surroundings.
Sarah had been wandering around the numerous stairs, landings and twists and turns that filled this disgusting and seemingly
endless room, for what felt like hours, and had neither found Jareth nor a way out. She should have known better than to
think he would just give her what she wanted. He was the Goblin King for God's sake, the master of a Labyrinth, and she had
expected him not to play games? Her feet were starting to hurt, trudging up and down these cold stone steps. The only thing
that stopped her sitting and resting was her determination to find Jareth and force some kind of sensibility out of him.
That and the constant recollection of how much the woman in her dreams had suffered her whole life, and how pain in her feet
was shamingly ridiculous in comparison. She heard a gentle tinkling and turned, seeing as she had suspected she would a
crystal ball, rolling UP the stairs across from her. Surely that defied any logical laws that existed? She shrugged and
followed it. Once again, she was expecting things that should not be expected in a place like this. As she stepped up and
turned the corner, she wearily glanced up only to stop abruptly and stare wide-eyed in amazement. In an area she was sure
she had travelled through a dozen times in the hope of finding an exit, she now saw an immaculately presented bedroom. It
was the colour of the ocean in the evening, a magical blue-green, the focal point being an enormous, impressive bed fitted in
the same beautiful green and clean white sheets. This, she did not have to be a genius to guess, was Jareth's unsubtle
demand that she get some sleep. She took a few minutes to examine the rest of the room, looking through the drawers and
finding them full of beautiful clothing, finding a hairbrush on the dressing table, delicious scents that haunted her senses
beside the mirror. She glanced out of the window and was astounded by the golden view of the Labyrinth. The setting sun
etched the world out of bronze and shadows, the sky awash with fresh light colours. Strange, when she had been trying so
desperately to get her brother back she had never stopped to acknowledge how beautiful this place could be. Walking back to
the bed in a numb, exhausted temperament, she fell back onto it and soon fell asleep despite her fear of her own mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She smashes her fist into the wall, the crack of the bone against the rock audibly echoing through the long expanses of
maze. Rubbing her damaged knuckles and licking the blood off them, she hisses her anger through her teeth before savagely
continuing to run back the way she has come. Only to see that this turning is now blocked also. Letting out a roar of
frustration, she feels for one of the first times in her life, utter helplessness. "DAMN YOU!!!" she screams, and the
frightened, watching Sarah starts as she hears this woman's voice for the first time. "GIVE ME A SWORD AND YOU'LL SOON SEE
WHAT I CAN DO!!! I WILL NOT PLAY YOUR GAMES!!!!" she yells to the sky, spinning in circles. Turning sharply she leaps,
digging her calloused fingers into the wall before her like claws, her feet scrabbling for an instant before they find
footholds. She climbs up and onto the top of the wall, and surveys her task. "You'd have done better to have left me in a
dungeon as the others have." she continues, her voice softer now, calmer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah started awake as though someone had been trying to smother her in her sleep, heart racing, eyes wild. She had been
here! This woman had travelled the Labyrinth as she had, had also been put through the horror of it. And she was here now,
Sarah could feel it in the core of her being. Maybe she was still even out there! Shooting upright from the bed she ran to
the window, eyes alight with panic and determination. A brief shock of uncertainty ran through her. What guaranteed that
she could make it through the Labyrinth again? "Rubbish. It's not that hard." she thought to herself, unconsciously
imitating her words when she had begun the Labyrinth the first time. Opening the window and glancing out, she saw there was
nothing for her to land on or use as a way of getting down. Turning to the bed, she ripped the beautiful canopy off the top
of it and knotted it to the frame of the window, flinging the rest out of the window before beginning to climb. Reason was
lost. She had to find this woman. She HAD to have answers.
It was only a few minutes later that Jareth entered the room he had created for her. His face remained studiously empty as
he slowly surveyed the crumpled sheets, but the lack of Sarah. He glanced at the canopy of the bed, torn and shredded, and
at what remained of it hanging from the window. Slowly, almost menacingly, he walked towards the window. Then his face
twitched and a slow smile spread across his face. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably, and could do nothing to stop it.
When he finally managed to sober himself about ten minutes later, he shook his head in consternation. "Chasing after dreams
my love..." he muttered before turning and leaving, wanting to survey her from different surroundings.