Summary: Sarah joins a cult based on witchcraft headed by a husband
and wife duo. What she doesn't know is that they themselves are actually
slave traders to the world below, the Underground. Back in the
Underground, Sarah encounters new trials and friends, as well as her old
ones. An old enemy becomes a new ally, and Sarah, a common mortal, is
transformed to one of the greatest queens of the Underground.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Sarah and Mary walk silently side by side as they head north like the little goblin had instructed. They pretty much have the path to themselves, which gives Sarah time to think. Well, here she is stuck in the Underground again, but this time without any rules or set time limits. It felt strange to her not being in the labyrinth, as that was the only part she had seen last time. She glances sideways at Mary, and notices she appears to be just as deep in thought as she is. A pang of guilt hits Sarah at having lied about her name.
Mary still didn't know her name is Sarah. Sarah bites her lip and looks back in front of her to the path. The sky above is starting to turn gray, and in the distance Sarah can see what looks like rain clouds. It is hard telling since the sky is so many different colors here. Sarah sighs and looks down at her clothes. Mary and Sarah are both still wearing their pajamas from when they were first sold that day at the auction. And, of course Sarah would happen to be wearing white while they're heading right into a storm.
"Mary," Sarah says suddenly, slicing through the thick silence, "Maybe we should find somewhere to stay until the storm passes over?" "Storm?" Mary questions, lifting her head and looking at the sky. "You're right," Mary consents. Sarah turns her head in all directs, but on all sides of them it's nothing but open field. "Well," Sarah says in frustration, "maybe there's a town up ahead." Mary nods, and they keep walking.
Sarah really has the urge to go to the bathroom, but she doesn't want to tell Mary that. She isn't sure how she got to be the leader out of the two, but figures that Mary is so mellow that there is no way she could've ever gotten them as far as Sarah has. Besides, Sarah doesn't mind telling others what to do; it's looking out for Mary that bothers her.
Up ahead, Sarah spots roofs, which turn into buildings as they get closer. "Look!" Sarah cries excitedly, extending a finger to point at the village. Mary eyes widen and she smiles and they both break out into a run towards the small, and slightly run down city. As they get closer, Sarah notices that this village, unlike others she has seen, doesn't appear to have a castle anywhere near it.
Not many people are milling about outdoors and Sarah decides this is due to the upcoming storm. Knocking on a couple of doors, they are turned away. Sarah is becoming fearful because the storm looks like a fierce one, and they had yet to find a place to take shelter. That's when Sarah hears a sound that is music to her ears. Following it, she finds Sir Didymus barking like a maniac at a big, burly man with arms and legs like tree trunks. "If you don't move, I shall fight you to the death," Didymus warns in his high pitched, yet noble voice.
Sarah winces as she sees how large the man is compared to the little dog, and she rushes forward and snatches Didymus up in her arms. "Sorry about that sir," she says sweetly, "I wasn't aware that my dog had gotten away." Sir Didymus's eyes go wide in surprise and he shrieks warmly, "Fair maiden, thou art back at last." Sarah looks a little put out with his greeting. "Silly doggy," she says, still trying to convince the man, "you shouldn't run off like that. Now let's go home and I'll give you a nice juicy bone."
Sarah hears the man swear, but he turns and walks away. She is relieved and she sets Didymus down on the ground. "My lady, hast thou gone mad?" Sarah laughs lightly at her friend. "Oh, Didymus," she says, "I was just acting. That man was a lot bigger than you and I was afraid that you was going to do some serious damage to you." Didymus sighs and looks heartbroken. "Not as much as it damaged my ego."
Mary sniggers as she hears the conversation between the two. "Oh", Sarah says, "Mary this is Sir Didymus, and Sir Didymus this is Mary." Sir Didymus instantly straightens and takes off his hat as he bows low to the ground. "My lady," he says solemnly. Sarah smiles as she watches her old and new friends get acquainted. "Didymus," Sarah starts worriedly, "what about the storm? We can't find a place to stay."
Sir Didymus's brows draw together in puzzlement for a moment, and then he says, "I'm supposed to be meeting with Sir Hoggle and Ludo, but they have yet to find me." Sarah is growing a little frustrated and asks, "What's that got to do with what I asked." Sir Didymus sniffs. "Sir Hoggle always a place for us to stay. If we find him, we find a place to wait out the storm." Sighing, Sarah apologizes, "Sorry Didymus. I didn't mean to get short with you. Things just having been going right." Boy, was that the understatement of the year.
"We could just ask his majesty for help," Sir Didymus suggests. As if on cue, Jareth appears before the trio in all his frighteningly handsome glory. "Well, well, fancy meeting you here," Jareth sighs in that cocky, yet sexy voice of his. Sarah shivers as he feels his eyes roam over her. "Look," Sarah says in agitation, "there's a storm a coming and we need a place to stay." Jareth gives Sarah an innocent look. "Oh, and what do you want me to do about it?" Sarah mumbles something that Jareth can't hear and he smiles devilishly. "Want to repeat that dear, I didn't quite hear you." Sarah sneers and says, "You weren't supposed to."
Jareth turns and spots Mary watching the exchange between him and Sarah. "And who is this?" Sarah turns her head and notices Mary blush and look at her feet. 'Great,' she thinks to herself. 'Now he's hitting on my friend, too.' "Mary, this is Jareth, the Goblin King, taker of babies and turner into goblins, and Jareth this is Mary," she says sarcastically in a mean voice. Jareth throws Sarah a menacing look that would've made lesser men squirm, but not Sarah. She gives it right back.
Mary clears her throat, and they both tear their eyes away from each other's heated gaze, and look in annoyance at Mary. "I take it you two know each other," she concludes timidly. "No," Sarah says. "Yes," Jareth says, at the same time. "Why did you say no, Beth?" Mary asks Sarah innocently. Sarah shrugs, and then realizes what Mary called her. Jareth looks highly amused, and asks, "So, Sarah, I see that you have changed your name. Why so? I like it the way it is."
Sarah glares at him and turns to Mary. "My name isn't really, Beth. It's Sarah as he said. I'm sorry I lied, but I had to because at the time I didn't really trust Jim or Phoebe, and now I know why. I hope you can forgive me," she says lamely. Mary smiles and says, "Of course I forgive you. It doesn't matter what you're name is." Jareth claps and says, "Thank you for that touching exchange. But, back on the subject of the storm. I believe there was something that you wanted to ask me, Sarah." She couldn't help it, but every time Jareth said her name she got chills.
"You're not going to make this easy are you? I, that is, Mary, Sir Didymus, and I all need a place to stay the night, and I was wondering if we could all stay in your castle," Sarah says, not breaking away from Jareth's intense stare, no matter how much it pulled her in. Jareth cocks an eyebrow and fold his arms. "And what do I get in return?" he asks. Sarah is surprised at first, and her face must've betrayed her because Jareth smiles widely. Then, feeling dumb, Sarah shrugs. "What if I do work around the castle. I could clean or cook, and in my free time I could teach the goblins."
Jareth wasn't really interested in any of the things she had just mentioned. He is playing her as one plays a violin. He knew that she needed a place to stay, and what better way to get her to his castle than by offering. Feeling content with his plan Jareth sighs. "Fine, you may stay as long as you do and follow through with everything that you just mentioned." Sarah nods, and in an instance, not quite in the blink of an eye, but close, they are all transported to the white stone castle, beyond the Goblin City. Now, there are playing on Jareth's turf.
This message down here is for Jeanne, so stop reading if you're not her. Dear Jeanne, Thank you for your support and the review. However, saying my chapter titles are "corny" hurt my feelings. How are they corny? There's no mention of the word corn in them. Just a small joke on my part, but seriously if you read them all together they form a rhyme. I was trying to incorporate a poem to give my mind something to do. Secondly, I've already addressed how Sarah "feels". She's there and she's trying to make the best of the situation. I don't like stories where Sarah bitches and moans over nothing. That's not entertainment to me. Once again, thank you for the review and your vote of confidence. ~ Jennifer
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Sarah and Mary walk silently side by side as they head north like the little goblin had instructed. They pretty much have the path to themselves, which gives Sarah time to think. Well, here she is stuck in the Underground again, but this time without any rules or set time limits. It felt strange to her not being in the labyrinth, as that was the only part she had seen last time. She glances sideways at Mary, and notices she appears to be just as deep in thought as she is. A pang of guilt hits Sarah at having lied about her name.
Mary still didn't know her name is Sarah. Sarah bites her lip and looks back in front of her to the path. The sky above is starting to turn gray, and in the distance Sarah can see what looks like rain clouds. It is hard telling since the sky is so many different colors here. Sarah sighs and looks down at her clothes. Mary and Sarah are both still wearing their pajamas from when they were first sold that day at the auction. And, of course Sarah would happen to be wearing white while they're heading right into a storm.
"Mary," Sarah says suddenly, slicing through the thick silence, "Maybe we should find somewhere to stay until the storm passes over?" "Storm?" Mary questions, lifting her head and looking at the sky. "You're right," Mary consents. Sarah turns her head in all directs, but on all sides of them it's nothing but open field. "Well," Sarah says in frustration, "maybe there's a town up ahead." Mary nods, and they keep walking.
Sarah really has the urge to go to the bathroom, but she doesn't want to tell Mary that. She isn't sure how she got to be the leader out of the two, but figures that Mary is so mellow that there is no way she could've ever gotten them as far as Sarah has. Besides, Sarah doesn't mind telling others what to do; it's looking out for Mary that bothers her.
Up ahead, Sarah spots roofs, which turn into buildings as they get closer. "Look!" Sarah cries excitedly, extending a finger to point at the village. Mary eyes widen and she smiles and they both break out into a run towards the small, and slightly run down city. As they get closer, Sarah notices that this village, unlike others she has seen, doesn't appear to have a castle anywhere near it.
Not many people are milling about outdoors and Sarah decides this is due to the upcoming storm. Knocking on a couple of doors, they are turned away. Sarah is becoming fearful because the storm looks like a fierce one, and they had yet to find a place to take shelter. That's when Sarah hears a sound that is music to her ears. Following it, she finds Sir Didymus barking like a maniac at a big, burly man with arms and legs like tree trunks. "If you don't move, I shall fight you to the death," Didymus warns in his high pitched, yet noble voice.
Sarah winces as she sees how large the man is compared to the little dog, and she rushes forward and snatches Didymus up in her arms. "Sorry about that sir," she says sweetly, "I wasn't aware that my dog had gotten away." Sir Didymus's eyes go wide in surprise and he shrieks warmly, "Fair maiden, thou art back at last." Sarah looks a little put out with his greeting. "Silly doggy," she says, still trying to convince the man, "you shouldn't run off like that. Now let's go home and I'll give you a nice juicy bone."
Sarah hears the man swear, but he turns and walks away. She is relieved and she sets Didymus down on the ground. "My lady, hast thou gone mad?" Sarah laughs lightly at her friend. "Oh, Didymus," she says, "I was just acting. That man was a lot bigger than you and I was afraid that you was going to do some serious damage to you." Didymus sighs and looks heartbroken. "Not as much as it damaged my ego."
Mary sniggers as she hears the conversation between the two. "Oh", Sarah says, "Mary this is Sir Didymus, and Sir Didymus this is Mary." Sir Didymus instantly straightens and takes off his hat as he bows low to the ground. "My lady," he says solemnly. Sarah smiles as she watches her old and new friends get acquainted. "Didymus," Sarah starts worriedly, "what about the storm? We can't find a place to stay."
Sir Didymus's brows draw together in puzzlement for a moment, and then he says, "I'm supposed to be meeting with Sir Hoggle and Ludo, but they have yet to find me." Sarah is growing a little frustrated and asks, "What's that got to do with what I asked." Sir Didymus sniffs. "Sir Hoggle always a place for us to stay. If we find him, we find a place to wait out the storm." Sighing, Sarah apologizes, "Sorry Didymus. I didn't mean to get short with you. Things just having been going right." Boy, was that the understatement of the year.
"We could just ask his majesty for help," Sir Didymus suggests. As if on cue, Jareth appears before the trio in all his frighteningly handsome glory. "Well, well, fancy meeting you here," Jareth sighs in that cocky, yet sexy voice of his. Sarah shivers as he feels his eyes roam over her. "Look," Sarah says in agitation, "there's a storm a coming and we need a place to stay." Jareth gives Sarah an innocent look. "Oh, and what do you want me to do about it?" Sarah mumbles something that Jareth can't hear and he smiles devilishly. "Want to repeat that dear, I didn't quite hear you." Sarah sneers and says, "You weren't supposed to."
Jareth turns and spots Mary watching the exchange between him and Sarah. "And who is this?" Sarah turns her head and notices Mary blush and look at her feet. 'Great,' she thinks to herself. 'Now he's hitting on my friend, too.' "Mary, this is Jareth, the Goblin King, taker of babies and turner into goblins, and Jareth this is Mary," she says sarcastically in a mean voice. Jareth throws Sarah a menacing look that would've made lesser men squirm, but not Sarah. She gives it right back.
Mary clears her throat, and they both tear their eyes away from each other's heated gaze, and look in annoyance at Mary. "I take it you two know each other," she concludes timidly. "No," Sarah says. "Yes," Jareth says, at the same time. "Why did you say no, Beth?" Mary asks Sarah innocently. Sarah shrugs, and then realizes what Mary called her. Jareth looks highly amused, and asks, "So, Sarah, I see that you have changed your name. Why so? I like it the way it is."
Sarah glares at him and turns to Mary. "My name isn't really, Beth. It's Sarah as he said. I'm sorry I lied, but I had to because at the time I didn't really trust Jim or Phoebe, and now I know why. I hope you can forgive me," she says lamely. Mary smiles and says, "Of course I forgive you. It doesn't matter what you're name is." Jareth claps and says, "Thank you for that touching exchange. But, back on the subject of the storm. I believe there was something that you wanted to ask me, Sarah." She couldn't help it, but every time Jareth said her name she got chills.
"You're not going to make this easy are you? I, that is, Mary, Sir Didymus, and I all need a place to stay the night, and I was wondering if we could all stay in your castle," Sarah says, not breaking away from Jareth's intense stare, no matter how much it pulled her in. Jareth cocks an eyebrow and fold his arms. "And what do I get in return?" he asks. Sarah is surprised at first, and her face must've betrayed her because Jareth smiles widely. Then, feeling dumb, Sarah shrugs. "What if I do work around the castle. I could clean or cook, and in my free time I could teach the goblins."
Jareth wasn't really interested in any of the things she had just mentioned. He is playing her as one plays a violin. He knew that she needed a place to stay, and what better way to get her to his castle than by offering. Feeling content with his plan Jareth sighs. "Fine, you may stay as long as you do and follow through with everything that you just mentioned." Sarah nods, and in an instance, not quite in the blink of an eye, but close, they are all transported to the white stone castle, beyond the Goblin City. Now, there are playing on Jareth's turf.
This message down here is for Jeanne, so stop reading if you're not her. Dear Jeanne, Thank you for your support and the review. However, saying my chapter titles are "corny" hurt my feelings. How are they corny? There's no mention of the word corn in them. Just a small joke on my part, but seriously if you read them all together they form a rhyme. I was trying to incorporate a poem to give my mind something to do. Secondly, I've already addressed how Sarah "feels". She's there and she's trying to make the best of the situation. I don't like stories where Sarah bitches and moans over nothing. That's not entertainment to me. Once again, thank you for the review and your vote of confidence. ~ Jennifer