Okay, as I listen to my Gladiator music, "Death Smiles at Us All" (that's the one playing now) I am typing up more of this highly demanded story. Reviews have slowed down though so maybe it's not as demanded as I thought. Anyhow, I'm almost done my summer job and will be beginning my winter jobs while doing my college correspondence courses. I have two of them so it's gonna be busy. I already feel very tired. But at least I won't be at school again, which is sad cause I've been going to school since kindergarten. But technically I am still at school with my courses…*sounds of impatient foot tapping* oh, oop's. You wanna hear the story. Guess I got side tracked. Anyway, here we go again.
As always, thanks Unicorn Lady (still waiting for more of "The Searcher". I read the rest and I'm DYING to know more. Never thought to be interested in HP before. It's all your fault ^^), Archaic Tear, Usagi Tsukino (always love reading your comments), Sarah Beth, Crystal Moon, Melissa Davis, Tael, traeuman Herz, Silver Space, Kate, Xelena-chan, Mellissa Johnson, Lisel, General Sephiroth, Alice, Pix, Accolade D.D., Punkzin, Jane, Onyx Dragon, Greycat, Goblynn, Bowen Ellames, Reinem, Lady Burenu, DemeterAKADemi, Moon Angel, Teller, Lillion, L, liriele, Shadarii, Kim, Beetlejuice, Logan, netty, Sarina Fannel, Corona, aiko the flamedancer, Srin, Peggy, Rainbow, eviltama, peachdreams, Aurora, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Laualye, Cutie, Calicat, Monkey_girl, Willow, firebrand, galaxy, and Jennifer Ramsey. *takes long deep breaths, gasping for air* don't try saying that all in one breath. But there, I've mentions all my reviewers and it's a one-time event. It's tiring getting them all down. On we go. (if I can just catch my breath and stop the throbbing writer's cramp).
Disclaimer: Jim Henson owns Labyrinth, I own any extras, etc., etc. Oh and for those who have read "Under the Crystal Moon" by Lady Sylver (a BEAUTIFUL story to be sure), it may look like there are similarities but I promise I'm not coping. I love her story and would never wish to discredit her. If it sounds too close, I apologize ahead of time. Also, yes, I wrote these songs! My first attempt so please be gentle and please don't take them without asking. It is my own original work and it took a lot of work coming up with them. Other then that, enjoy!
Chapter One
"That concludes this session, Miss William's. I must say, you have much to say," the psychiatrist spoke sarcastically, for in truth over the last 2 years or so, Sarah had still said nothing to her. Instead, she glanced outside through a tall bay window as the psychiatrist looked through some papers.
"You've graduated, which is most impressive. All most like you've never missed those years in school. You are attending a fine art institute and you seem to do well."
Still, Sarah said nothing.
"And apparently you plan to walk on the moon and be the first to invent unbreakable glass, while blowing bubbles backwards," she added with heavy sarcasm. Sarah didn't even blink. The psychiatrist sighed, taking off her glasses as she sat back in her chair, taking in her dim office surroundings, "Sarah, I don't suppose you'd like to talk about-"
At the word talk, Sarah looked over sharply. The doc put up a hand as if to defend herself, "I know, you seem to have made it clear that you'd rather not. But you can't go through life talking through gestures and facial expressions."
Sarah made a gesture with her hand at her mouth.
"I know, the mute do but their reason is more legit."
Sarah looked away, her face indifferent. "Even they speak, albeit through their fingers, but they do speak."
Sarah still said nothing. Exasperated, the doc threw up her hands in a defeated gesture, "I suppose that's it. See you in a few months time." She handed some papers to Sarah and walked to her office door, not quite closing it fully behind her. Sarah could hear her talking with someone, her father most likely. He'' be waiting for her. Even now, after two years, he still kept a close watch over her, lest she might disappear again.
"She seems the same, Mr. William's. The only change is a few gestures but even they are few. She just won't talk. How is she at home?"
"Well, she does a lot of journalizing, I've noticed but I don't pry about what she writes. Something's seem familiar to her. She knows the dog, I think and she spends a lot of time with her brother. There seems to be a strong bond between them, even with the amnesia and all. Almost like a part of her never forgot him."
Sarah started. Was it her imagination or did those last words "forget him" echo in her mind?
"She's actually living on her own now. We didn't really want it but it seemed important to her, so we agreed. She's not far from either us or the college." Sarah could hear a sad sigh from her father, "She had once wanted to be an aspiring actress. I wonder… is she remembering that dream? Her mother once was…" there was a shaky pause.
"Mr. William's," the doc said sympathetically, "It is a good sign. We can only hope." There was a pause, "You say she wished to be on her own yet she said nothing. How did she communicate with you?"
"Toby told us."
"She spoke to him?" she asked surprised.
"No, her just knows. I don't understand but he can read her face, gestures, something. I've never seen her speak to him, just smile a little." There was a choked sound, "Why won't my baby smile at me?"
At this, Sarah rose and walked quietly to the door, opening it. Her father looked distraught but he smiled when he saw her, "Hey sweetie. Ready to go?"
Sarah simply nodded, turned and headed down the hall. Her father sighed. The doc lay a hand on his shoulder, "Get some rest, Robert. It's better for you to at least look alive. For her and your family."
"Thanks Amelia. I owe you."
She nodded, "We'll discuss payment next time."
He chuckled as he followed after Sarah out of the building.
It was a silent car ride. Robert cleared his throat, "So, Sarah, how about coming over for supper tonight? Karen's making your fav-, uh, she's making pasta and we're having chocolate cake for dessert. I'm sure Toby will be happy to see you."
She nodded, still looking out the window, emotionless. He sighed as he pulled into his driveway.
As they entered the house, Karen came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, "Sarah. I'm so glad you came. Toby, Sarah's here." She called up the stairs. There was the sound of running feet and soon a 10-year-old boy with sandy blond hair appeared. At his appearance, Sarah smiled brightly and embraced him tightly as he hugged her. Robert smiled as he put an arm around his wife. It almost looked as if tears twinkled from Sarah's eyes, as she and Toby went into the living room.
"It's a start," his wife whispered, as he nodded.
After supper, Toby went to Watch TV while Sarah helped Karen with the dishes. Suddenly Sarah stopped as she heard something from the other room. Setting down a plate, she went into the room where Toby was watching TV. It looked like the news. They were talking about somebody, apparently a singer.
"Not much is known about this talented artist but now he has taken the country by storm. His music has captured the hearts of many, especially those of the female audience. His background is a mystery but some say he was the man found nearly two years ago in our very own city. Where he's from or whom ever he may have been, he is well known now. Rumor has it he will be coming to our very own city, perhaps to attend our fine art institute."
"Hey Sarah," Toby exclaimed, "That sounds like your school."
She nodded, giving him a quizzical look. Toby shrugged, as if he understood, "No, I'm not sure who he is. If this chatter box of a reporter would only get to that, I'd know."
"For all your music fans, here's a sneak peak from the live tour of 'Illusion'!"
The TV screen changed to a scene of screaming fans in front of a darkened stage where lights suddenly sprang to life on one lone figure. As the camera came in closer, it could be seen that his face was half covered, forehead to nose tip, with a black mask with ends that curved up and back like wing tips, leaving tiny tendrils, that appeared to be black sparkling ribbon, snaking through his hair like a cobweb. The mask sparkled like stars in a night sky, yet under the left eye stood out a sparkling blue jewel like a teardrop. His hair, just past his shoulders, was indistinguishable under the ever-changing light and it seemed that the light itself shimmered around him. His clothing was like that of an English gentleman. His face seemed sad as he held the mike before him, looking down even as the crowd cheered loudly. Then, he looked up, eyes opening. Such sadness in those eyes, as he began to sing, a voice like the soft rippling of waves.
A time, so long ago
Love, we'd never know
How much we'd never see
Could this love ever be?
The girls in the crowd seemed to swoon under such words and soon all were silent as the singer continued his sad song.
I never thought that it would come
A feeling, so strong and numb
Can it be, we'll never see
Would this love ever be?
Karen sighed as she leaned against the door jam, "Such a sad song. I wonder why he sings it?" She glanced over to Sarah and was startled. It looked as if there were tears in her eyes as she watched the concert. She went over to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, "Sarah?"
Sarah's mouth moved slowly, so slight like a passing breeze, "So…sad."
Karen gasped as Toby turned, somewhat startled. "R-Robert! Come here, quickly!"
He ran into the living room as Karen explained what happened. He went to Sarah, "Sarah, speak to me! Do it again." But Sarah had a far away look and instead went and sat down beside Toby on the couch, watching the rest of the news cast.
"I Swear, Robert, she spoke. Didn't she, Toby?"
Toby shrugged, "I heard you gasp, that's all." He turned to the TV as well, as Karen looked despairingly at Robert who sighed. "It's all right. Perhaps it will happen again." He sadly sat down near by as his wife went back into the kitchen, discouraged. Soon the report returned back to the news desk.
"That was our special sneak peek at 'Illusion'. On a side note, this day marks the two-year anniversary of the reappearance of a girl of this city who went missing for nearly six years. Believed to have been struck by lightening, Miss Sarah William's' sudden appearance was a surprise as well as a shock. Though she would have been about twenty-one when discovered, doctors report she only aged about three years. Diagnosed with amnesia, Miss William's has become a case of most interest to doctors and scientists. Could she possibly hold the secret to longevity? It seems, even with amnesia, her school years continued as if she'd never been gone and has graduated a year ago. Like her famous mother, a well known actress, she follows…"
Sarah's father grew upset, "What, do they follow us still? Have they no shame?"
"Though unable to comment at this time, it may be that Miss William's will 'speak' of it some-"
The TV went off with a resounding click as their father left the room. Toby sighed, "It's okay, Sarah. Sooner or later, they'll have to quit."
She nodded and yawned a bit. Toby chuckled, "I suppose it is late. Why not spend the night? We can have breakfast like we used to."
Sarah smiled softly and nodded.
"Great! I'll tell mom. She won't mind, I'm sure."
Sarah smiled softly and nodded.
"Great! I'll go tell mom. She won't mind, I'm sure."
As Sarah lay in her old bed, she gazed about the darkened room she could never remember, moonlight spilling in from the window as if to welcome her back, inviting the night. A shelf lined with stuffed toys and animals hung on the wall to her right, as did a most interesting poster. It was this that captured her attention as the soft moonlight played over its unique design. "Escher Room" it was called and it had people walking upside down, sideways, backwards, and so on. It was a strange maze of stairs, walkways and doors. Why should it cause her such interest? As she looked on, it almost seemed to shift, changing color, or was that the lights of a passing car? Her eyes half lidded, she looked again. Yes, it seemed to almost take on a dusty beige color and the people one by one disappeared until only one remained. His raised as if to beckon her. 'Sarah' came a whisper.
She gasped, blinking her eyes. The poster looked normal, no shifting nor change of color. But the whisper. It ad to be the breeze slipping through her slightly opened window.
But why had she seen such images? Sighing, she rolled over on her side and suddenly felt like crying. Curling up in a protective ball, she hugged her covers tightly and cried softly into her pillow till sleep gently took her. She would need her sleep.
Tomorrow promised more surprises.
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