WARNING TO READERS: It is important to read the author's notes (A/N) I place at the start each post. Do to the story consisting of a collection of flashbacks and "present day" events, that as a whole tell the story, you might become confused to when/where I'm writing about. This is always clarified in my author notes!!!!

With that said…Enjoy!

AN: This is my second attempt at writing this particular fan fiction. With a bit of time and some rewriting here and there I now truly have all the faith in the world in it. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as it progresses. I know the first chapter is a bit condensed but I felt it best for setting up the scene. FYI: The scene is set on the 100th anniversary of Jareth and Sarah's marriage.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jim Henson's Labyrinth or any of his characters. I lay claim to only my original creations. 

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Chapter One

A Grand Affair

The labyrinth shined with an unusually bright glow upon the anniversary welcoming the arriving monarchies. A sweet hum of peace and tranquility melted into the crisp autumn air as arriving guests were ushered into the grand hall. The wisps of wind delicately set the festive banners a float and trees a sway with a rhythmic beat that seemed to be in everyone's hearts as they gathered to take part in the great gala. However, not quite everyone was running about with such enthusiasm. In fact, the one who the merriment was for sat by her window in a silent refrain.

Down below among the scrambling goblins he had arrived from the hunting party. Sarah had been without him for 7 nights and 8 days, a small eternity in her mind. She refused to rest until she saw him arrive safely at the gates. Adulterous was their affair and the consequences grave but she could not be with out him. Her green stare traced his troubled features with concern as he dismounted his horse and met the friendly embrace of her husband, the King of the Goblin City. Her worries though were quickly washed away with the thoughts of what tonight held, her freedom.

At the crumbling gates of a small hidden garden Sarah's lover would wait for her. Upon the strike of the 13th hour they would leave forever their past and have their future together. Sadly, all of that would have to wait for the festivity that was her anniversary. 100 years she had ruled as queen next to her king, Jareth. However, tonight she would dance in his arms for the last time in the same ballroom they shared their first.  Dressed in a gown of silver like that of the moon's milky glow she made her leave to the grand hall.

Later that evening…

She sat upon her throne next to Jareth as she had for the past century receiving each guest one by one. It all trickled by with the slowest of speed to the anxious queen whose stare never left the clock. Even as she danced in her husband's arms her thoughts were of another. Finally the hour grew late and the sky took to its ebony sleep. The last dance had finished signaling the guest's dispersal and soon she would follow.

All that kept Sarah from taking her leave was an unsaid goodbye. Making her way to his private chambers she was relieved to find Jareth in absence. As juvenile as it made her feel, Sarah said her good bye in a letter. About to leave for her rendezvous she decided it was time to part with her vows. Slowly removing the gold band Sarah was taken by a violent tremor.

Collapsing to her knees she could feel the light surging through her. Head flown back Sarah's eyes were tightly closed just to block the inevitable tears of unsaid words. Trademark raven locks turned to a lifeless gray while her claret lips emitted a bloodcurdling cry. Her essence, her soul, her immortality was ripping from her as time stood still for all but Sarah. Her body grew light, since the effort was too great to wrestle with. A single tear of blood trickled down her porcelain skin from relaxed eyes as though in a tortured peace.

             Time was up for Sarah and somewhere inside she knew it was over. She had lived a fairy tale life but she still strived for more. Sarah's immortality came with unsaid conditions that she was now held to pay for.

The queen's body grew cold and inevitably would be found with great anguish. The look upon her ivory face was one of hurt and loss but she was looking at it from afar now. Sarah's gaze came from a place that was between life and death. Her mind soon went numb with a soft haze and just relayed the events like a broken record, over and over again

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That's it for chapter one and I'd like to hear what you have to say. So please, click that little box down there and leave me a line or two.

~Clover