Sarah awoke, the rays of the moon caressing her cheek. She thought she could feel the kiss he had given her. She raised a hand, touching the spot with her fingertips. She was shaking, but whether that was from the cold, or from the experience she had just had, she couldn't tell. She stood, removing the leaves, which clung to her hair. When she pulled her hand back, a single black feather was in the palm of her hand. She stared at it, resting there. "It was real..." she whispered.
A shadow moved in the trees above her, and Sarah decided she needed to get back home. "Merlin! Merlin where are you?" She peered through the trees, looking for her dog. "He must have gone home..."
She began to make her way through the trees, using the light of the moon to guide her steps. Soon, she was breaking the edge of the forest, and crossing the park leading to her house. She walked into the front door, making her way past the living room to the staircase leading upstairs. She began to climb the stairs, her socks rubbed against the carpet, creating static electricity, which revealed itself as she reached for the doorknob to Toby's room, causing her to pull her hand back with a short sudden snap. "Ouch!" Then, rubbing her hand, Sarah pushed the door open.
"Toby?" She didn't know why she bothered going in there at night. Her little brother was there, of course, she knew Jareth would never dare to take him again, but she was there, every evening, without fail, checking that he was still in his bed. It had been three years since Toby was taken, he was now four, but still he slept with Lancelot, the teddy bear Sarah had given him when they had escaped the ominous walls of the Labyrinth. She quietly left the room, hearing the latch on the door click as it closed.
Sarah made her way down the hallway, crossing by her parents' room. They had gone out again this night. Sarah's mother had not believed her when she tried to explain what had happened in the Labyrinth. She'd become rather impatient really, and told Sarah that she needed to grow up, and stop living in these childish fantasies. Sarah's mother was always trying to get Sarah a boyfriend, she thought that it was wrong for a girl of Sarah's age not to be dating, but for some reason, Sarah always had this feeling of strong discomfort whenever she was around these boys, though she could never really put her finger on the reason for why she felt this way.
She slumped into her bedroom, crossing to the far side, and collapsing onto her bed. She looked at the ceiling, thinking over what had happened to her in the forest. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember why she had been in the forest in the first place. It felt to her as though some unforeseen force had driven her there. She remembered the kiss, and raised her hand, once again, to her face, touching the spot, which still tingled as though something magical had left its mark there. Suddenly, Sarah began to swoon, feeling exhausted from the ordeal she had experienced this evening. She sat back in her pillows and slowly drifted into a deep slumber.)
A shadow moved in the trees above her, and Sarah decided she needed to get back home. "Merlin! Merlin where are you?" She peered through the trees, looking for her dog. "He must have gone home..."
She began to make her way through the trees, using the light of the moon to guide her steps. Soon, she was breaking the edge of the forest, and crossing the park leading to her house. She walked into the front door, making her way past the living room to the staircase leading upstairs. She began to climb the stairs, her socks rubbed against the carpet, creating static electricity, which revealed itself as she reached for the doorknob to Toby's room, causing her to pull her hand back with a short sudden snap. "Ouch!" Then, rubbing her hand, Sarah pushed the door open.
"Toby?" She didn't know why she bothered going in there at night. Her little brother was there, of course, she knew Jareth would never dare to take him again, but she was there, every evening, without fail, checking that he was still in his bed. It had been three years since Toby was taken, he was now four, but still he slept with Lancelot, the teddy bear Sarah had given him when they had escaped the ominous walls of the Labyrinth. She quietly left the room, hearing the latch on the door click as it closed.
Sarah made her way down the hallway, crossing by her parents' room. They had gone out again this night. Sarah's mother had not believed her when she tried to explain what had happened in the Labyrinth. She'd become rather impatient really, and told Sarah that she needed to grow up, and stop living in these childish fantasies. Sarah's mother was always trying to get Sarah a boyfriend, she thought that it was wrong for a girl of Sarah's age not to be dating, but for some reason, Sarah always had this feeling of strong discomfort whenever she was around these boys, though she could never really put her finger on the reason for why she felt this way.
She slumped into her bedroom, crossing to the far side, and collapsing onto her bed. She looked at the ceiling, thinking over what had happened to her in the forest. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember why she had been in the forest in the first place. It felt to her as though some unforeseen force had driven her there. She remembered the kiss, and raised her hand, once again, to her face, touching the spot, which still tingled as though something magical had left its mark there. Suddenly, Sarah began to swoon, feeling exhausted from the ordeal she had experienced this evening. She sat back in her pillows and slowly drifted into a deep slumber.)