Title: Destiny Reborn

Author: Queen Serenity

Fandom: Labyrinth

Chapter: Three – All Goes Black

Sarah walked to school, yawning. She was so tired, you would never guess that she had fallen asleep at 6PM the night before, and had slept through a half hour of her alarm blaring.

She stared blearily at her feet as she trudged along, shoulders and head slumped, one foot in front of the other.

Oh, I'm so tired… I just want to go to sleep…

She didn't even look up as the sound of a car's honking broke through the air. The driver slammed on the brakes, but the slowed car still hit Sarah, causing her to fly backwards.

Her head hit roughly against the concrete as she landed and then all was black.

When the sun rose, Tah'rina was all ready to leave. Making sure her 'leave me alone' note was secured to the door, she left her room and made her way to the castle's exit.

One of the two guards saw her and grinned. "What are you up to today, Kah'rel?"

She grinned, patting the sword strapped across her back. "It looks like maybe my blade will finally be blooded. I've been ordered by his Majesty to scout ahead for Uncle Althor's party. Maybe if I'm lucky, we'll be attacked along the way and I can test my skills."

The other guard, one that was older, gave her a stern look. "Don't let your arrogance get the better of you. It's the worse thing that could happen. Now, just show us your note showing his Majesty's permission and we'll be happy to let you out.

She did so and within a minute, she was outside and walking away from the castle.

As she walked, she looked around, trying not to look awed. She had only been outside the castle a couple of times, and never on her own… but she was not worried. She knew she could handle herself…

Once she was had put a little distance between her and the castle, Tah'rina set down her stuff and squinted towards the castle. She could just barely make out the gate. She would wait until she saw Althor and his party leave, and then she would follow them…

Even Jareth himself was now sickly-looking, and he could feel his magick ebbing away slowly as he weakened. All in the Labyrinth was silent, as it had been for a few hours now. Jareth had happened to look over just as one of his goblins collapsed, and the others followed it one by one. Looking out, he had seen that the rest of the citizens of the Labyrinth were also on the ground, unconscious.

Unconscious. Not dead. Looking at them, you would think they were all asleep, except that Jareth could not rouse them. At the same time that this had happened, he himself had felt weakness suddenly slice right through him.

And now… now, Jareth felt the weakness tugging at him, and so he did as it urged… he closed his eyes and fell asleep right there, standing up, and his body crumpled to the floor.

And so the Goblin King lay at the foot of his throne, and the last light of magick in the Labyrinth flickered…