Disclamier: The Labyrinth characters don't belong to me they belong to Jim
Henson Productions. Any
new characters belong to me.
The True Heir By Ava Wolf
Chapter 1
Sarah glanced around her room realizing it had only been a dream. It had been ten years since she had beaten the Labyrinth and seen him for the last time. He had offerd her all her dreams in exchanged for her to stay with him forever, but she was a only a stupid teenager who didn't know what she wanted. Now at the age of twenty- five she wished she could take it all back. Laying back down she fell asleep, not even noticing the white owl outside her window.
The next day was absolutely horrible for her. She had been fired from work and had only a week before she had to find a new place to live. Coming home late that night she ran start to her room and fell on her bed crying.
"Oh Jareth, I miss you so much, why is has life been so cruel with me?" she cried out between sobs. At that moment, she felt a gloved hand gently stroked her cheek. She looked up and couldn't believe what she saw. It was Jareth, without a word she put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his hair. Seeing that she was asleep Jareth transported them to his castle.
Even though she had her eyes closed, Sarah could sense that it was the morning. She didn't want to get up, she had just had the most wonderful dream that Jareth had come back. She even still feel his strong arms around her. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't in her room. The bed was huge and had dark blue curtins hanging over it with cream colored sheets. It indeed was fit for a king. Looking down she saw that someone had their arm around her waist. 'Calmed down, this is just a dream, when you wake up you'll be back in your crummy little apartment.' Carefully she turned around and saw that the arm around her waist belonged to Jareth. Gathering up courage she brought her hand up and gently caressed his cheek. Feeling the warmth of her skin on his cheek made him open his eyes and smiled.
" So this isn't a dream then," she whispered.
" No, my love its not a dream." With that he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
The True Heir By Ava Wolf
Chapter 1
Sarah glanced around her room realizing it had only been a dream. It had been ten years since she had beaten the Labyrinth and seen him for the last time. He had offerd her all her dreams in exchanged for her to stay with him forever, but she was a only a stupid teenager who didn't know what she wanted. Now at the age of twenty- five she wished she could take it all back. Laying back down she fell asleep, not even noticing the white owl outside her window.
The next day was absolutely horrible for her. She had been fired from work and had only a week before she had to find a new place to live. Coming home late that night she ran start to her room and fell on her bed crying.
"Oh Jareth, I miss you so much, why is has life been so cruel with me?" she cried out between sobs. At that moment, she felt a gloved hand gently stroked her cheek. She looked up and couldn't believe what she saw. It was Jareth, without a word she put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his hair. Seeing that she was asleep Jareth transported them to his castle.
Even though she had her eyes closed, Sarah could sense that it was the morning. She didn't want to get up, she had just had the most wonderful dream that Jareth had come back. She even still feel his strong arms around her. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't in her room. The bed was huge and had dark blue curtins hanging over it with cream colored sheets. It indeed was fit for a king. Looking down she saw that someone had their arm around her waist. 'Calmed down, this is just a dream, when you wake up you'll be back in your crummy little apartment.' Carefully she turned around and saw that the arm around her waist belonged to Jareth. Gathering up courage she brought her hand up and gently caressed his cheek. Feeling the warmth of her skin on his cheek made him open his eyes and smiled.
" So this isn't a dream then," she whispered.
" No, my love its not a dream." With that he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.