Chapter 2- What Things May Come
Far, Far away an exhausted King dropped into his bed and fell asleep almost as his head hit the pillows, her name the last of his thoughts to leave his lips. Deep from within the realm of sleep he heard the voice, not screaming in anger as before; but broken, begging, and calling as it had for years. And then he heard it. The softly spoken words that finally allowed him to take action. Gone was sleep as the King flew from his bed to the vanity across the floor. Bracing his hands on the sides, for his body trembled so much that he feared he would be unable to hold himself up, he softly whispered, "Bring me Sarah!" And the Labyrinth obeyed. It opened wider the connection to her soul and called her forth.
From within her dreams Sarah heard a voice. It whispered commands and she obeyed them. Out of bed, across the floor, sleeping all the while, mind still, unknowing, and unseeing. Standing before her mirror, she followed the commands and called forth the castle of her dreams, stepped through the mirror and into her wonderland. A land she had never thought to see again. And finally, for her King had waited impatiently all the while for her arrival, she stood; still in the grip of sleep and the labyrinth, before his throne.
Jareth stared in amazement and wonder at the woman standing in the middle of his throne room floor. Then reality kicked in and he knew he had to wake her to her fate. Straightening in his throne, he sighed a sigh of joy and apprehension and spoke. "Awake!" his voice echoed throughout the room. It seemed to bounce off the walls gaining speed and volume until it slammed into the center of the room. A wall of sound hit Sarah and she awoke with a gasp.