Ever-Turning Wheel
Notes: ~thought~, *exclamated*, ::flashbacks::, lyrics. {dream}
Ch. 1
"...And my kingdom as great, my kingdom as great, damn! I can never remember that line!" Sarah swore at her failing memory. The clock began to sound...one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. She heard a scurrying sound behind her, causing her to lose count. Another chime.
The words suddenly flooded back into her head, "*You have no power over me*!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. She suddenly found herself back in her own living room, the clock striking midnight.
She ran upstairs, to make sure that her brother was home safe. She entered his room, and saw a reassuring lump underneath his blanket. As she rushed towards the crib, she felt that something was wrong...but what? She soon found out when she reached the crib. Toby was nowhere to be seen.
The bed was empty, the lump had been nothing but his pillow. She heard cruel laughter echo around the room...*his* laughter. She made her way back into her room, and collapsed in her chair as the awful truth finally hit her. Jareth had kept Toby.
She sat there for almost five minutes, and then she furiously started gathering up her childhood things, anything connected with the Labyrinth. She had boxed it all up, and packed it away in her closet, when she realized that she had forgotten the statuette of Jareth.
She picked it up and studied the exquisite detail. She ran a finger down the outline of his face...such a handsome face. Suddenly, her rage overcame her, and she threw the statuette down on the floor, stomping it into oblivion. Not caring that the broken pieces had ground into her carpet, she flung herself onto her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Sarah had been too exhausted to notice that, in desecrating the statuette, she had somehow avoided shattering the crystal the the figure held out. In the moonlight, the crystal started to glow as the broken pieces pulled themselves back together...
Ch. 1
"...And my kingdom as great, my kingdom as great, damn! I can never remember that line!" Sarah swore at her failing memory. The clock began to sound...one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. She heard a scurrying sound behind her, causing her to lose count. Another chime.
The words suddenly flooded back into her head, "*You have no power over me*!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. She suddenly found herself back in her own living room, the clock striking midnight.
She ran upstairs, to make sure that her brother was home safe. She entered his room, and saw a reassuring lump underneath his blanket. As she rushed towards the crib, she felt that something was wrong...but what? She soon found out when she reached the crib. Toby was nowhere to be seen.
The bed was empty, the lump had been nothing but his pillow. She heard cruel laughter echo around the room...*his* laughter. She made her way back into her room, and collapsed in her chair as the awful truth finally hit her. Jareth had kept Toby.
She sat there for almost five minutes, and then she furiously started gathering up her childhood things, anything connected with the Labyrinth. She had boxed it all up, and packed it away in her closet, when she realized that she had forgotten the statuette of Jareth.
She picked it up and studied the exquisite detail. She ran a finger down the outline of his face...such a handsome face. Suddenly, her rage overcame her, and she threw the statuette down on the floor, stomping it into oblivion. Not caring that the broken pieces had ground into her carpet, she flung herself onto her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Sarah had been too exhausted to notice that, in desecrating the statuette, she had somehow avoided shattering the crystal the the figure held out. In the moonlight, the crystal started to glow as the broken pieces pulled themselves back together...