Prologue
"Sarah, beware. I have been generous. I can be cruel," Jareth warned, as he looked at her.
She had past every test; every obstacle he had put in her path.
She had past them all; The Labyrinth, the peach, the offer of love, and the goblin battle.
He was terrifying, so powerful, so tempting, but yet she had to get her baby brother back.
Sarah looked at him, and remained calm as she said, "Generous? What have you done that was generous?"
"Everything! Everything that you wanted, I have done. You asked that the child be taken, I took him. You coward before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you. I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous?" he looked at her; his features and voice calm.
Sarah started to walk towards him, seeming to have not heard a word that he had said, "Trough dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the goblin city to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will…"
Jareth looked at her, knowing that he only had one more chance to stop her;
He produced a crystal from out of thin air and held it towards her, "Stop! Wait! Look, Sarah. Look what I'm offering you. Your dreams."
She ignored his offer, and started towards him again, "And my kingdom is as great…"
Jareth ignored her words, and tried once again, his mismatched gaze still upon her,
"I ask for so little. Just let me rule you, and you can have everything you want."
Sarah kept on going, not even phased by his words, "And my kingdom is great…"
She trailed off, as usual not remembering the word that came after those six words.
Sarah whispered softly to herself, "Damn! I can never remember that line!"
Jareth tried one more time, hopping to get through to her this time, "Just fear me,
Love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!"
Sarah whispered to herself once again, trying to remember the next line, "My kingdom great… My kingdom is great…"
She stared at Jareth, as she remembered the last part, "You have no power over me!"
Her words seemed to echo within the room, bouncing off of ever wall;
as the clock struck thirteen, Jareth dropped the crystal and seemed to disappear with a whirl of white.
The mixture of walls and space melted away to reappear as the William's living room; the grandfather clock striking twelve.