Labyrinth Re-Entered
Hi everybody this is my latest story, I hope you like it. I would appreciate reviews because I have written three chapters, but if everybody loves it I can write more, or if everybody hates it I will quit working on it. I hope you enjoy it; it is tame right now, but its R for later chapters. Enjoy!
I do not own David Bowie (though I wish I did) or the movie the Labyrinth. They are all Jim Henson's' stuff, I am just expanding on his work of creative genius.
Chapter 1
It had been two years since Sarah beat the Labyrinth. In those two years she had grown and matured, she was now a junior in high school and doing well. To most peoples' eyes she was the perfect teenager. She got good grades, got the lead in every school play, and had a lot of friends. But her closest friends, who had known her before her labyrinth escapade, knew that something was missing. The flame was gone from her eyes, ad that high note gone from her laugh that suggested true happiness. Her father was appreciative that she had become less self-centered, and that she got along with Karen better, but he missed his dreamer. No longer did she spend hours staring off into space, or reading her fantasy novels. Her father was not the only one who missed her, the subject of her ole fantasies was begging for her attention.
The Goblin King lounged in his thrown room, casually draped over his chair yet still a figure full of authority and dominance. He surveyed the scene before him with his mix-matched eyes, curling his lip in contempt as he watched the rowdy goblins.
"Quiet," he roared, no longer able to handle the noise, "I can't hear myself think." The goblins went silent, eyes downcast, all afraid they had upset their king. None of the goblins wanted the wrath of Jareth unleashed upon them.
Jareth changed positions in his thrown restlessly, trying to calm his own anger before he did something stupid. It wasn't the goblins' fault he was being ignored by Sarah. Jareth was the one that made Sarah run away from her dreams, away from him.
Soon after she defeated his labyrinth, Jareth took to haunting Sarah's dreams. He would take her to balls filled with beautiful dancing people, or to romantic gardens filled with roses. But nothing Jareth did would make her speak to him. Sarah wouldn't look at his face; she ignored him as though he wasn't there. It hurt him more than anything she could have said. It was a slap in the face, a sign that Jareth wasn't all- powerful, and he couldn't take that.
Then began the war of dreams. Jareth assaulted Sarah with horrible images, making every night full of nightmares. At first Sarah didn't know how to react, but then she defeated him. Utterly and completely defeated the goblin King. She stopped dreaming. Sarah closed herself to all types of hope, love and compassion. She buried her pain deep within herself, and ceased to believe in dreams. Sarah had transformed, and it looked as though there was nothing the Goblin King could do about it.
Thank you very much for reading this, please review. I need your feedback in order to continue. Thanks, Tiger
I do not own David Bowie (though I wish I did) or the movie the Labyrinth. They are all Jim Henson's' stuff, I am just expanding on his work of creative genius.
Chapter 1
It had been two years since Sarah beat the Labyrinth. In those two years she had grown and matured, she was now a junior in high school and doing well. To most peoples' eyes she was the perfect teenager. She got good grades, got the lead in every school play, and had a lot of friends. But her closest friends, who had known her before her labyrinth escapade, knew that something was missing. The flame was gone from her eyes, ad that high note gone from her laugh that suggested true happiness. Her father was appreciative that she had become less self-centered, and that she got along with Karen better, but he missed his dreamer. No longer did she spend hours staring off into space, or reading her fantasy novels. Her father was not the only one who missed her, the subject of her ole fantasies was begging for her attention.
The Goblin King lounged in his thrown room, casually draped over his chair yet still a figure full of authority and dominance. He surveyed the scene before him with his mix-matched eyes, curling his lip in contempt as he watched the rowdy goblins.
"Quiet," he roared, no longer able to handle the noise, "I can't hear myself think." The goblins went silent, eyes downcast, all afraid they had upset their king. None of the goblins wanted the wrath of Jareth unleashed upon them.
Jareth changed positions in his thrown restlessly, trying to calm his own anger before he did something stupid. It wasn't the goblins' fault he was being ignored by Sarah. Jareth was the one that made Sarah run away from her dreams, away from him.
Soon after she defeated his labyrinth, Jareth took to haunting Sarah's dreams. He would take her to balls filled with beautiful dancing people, or to romantic gardens filled with roses. But nothing Jareth did would make her speak to him. Sarah wouldn't look at his face; she ignored him as though he wasn't there. It hurt him more than anything she could have said. It was a slap in the face, a sign that Jareth wasn't all- powerful, and he couldn't take that.
Then began the war of dreams. Jareth assaulted Sarah with horrible images, making every night full of nightmares. At first Sarah didn't know how to react, but then she defeated him. Utterly and completely defeated the goblin King. She stopped dreaming. Sarah closed herself to all types of hope, love and compassion. She buried her pain deep within herself, and ceased to believe in dreams. Sarah had transformed, and it looked as though there was nothing the Goblin King could do about it.
Thank you very much for reading this, please review. I need your feedback in order to continue. Thanks, Tiger