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Sarah set the book down; it just couldn't hold her attention tonight. Because none of the characters was Jareth, the inner voice whispered. She didn't want to admit it to herself or anyone else, but knew it was true. The characters in this book seemed flat compared to the ones in Amber's book. Of course the plot was obvious to anyone who read as many novels as she had. Carefully moving so she wouldn't disturb the cats she got up from the couch. She'd picked up the book after her little episode in her bedroom hoping it would banish thoughts of the Goblin King, only to find herself unable to focus on the book.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him or the friends she'd made in the labyrinth. It was if touching Amber's Labyrinth book had opened a doorway to her past. It was too late for a job to clear her mind so she tried pacing. It only took one quick circuit around the room only to end up at her front door to realize the small cottage wasn't really designed for pacing. Though she continued and made another two circuits before her foot struck her purse, knocking it over. "Great." She mumbled under her breath as she started picking things up and putting them back in the bag.

Her hand rested on the book that had started it all. She had been unsuccessful distracting her thoughts from Jareth, maybe it would be better just to surrender to it. "No harm ever came from just reading a book." She told herself as she stood up and headed back for the couch. Opening the pages reverently she began only to stop after a few sentences. If reading some books were like meeting old friends, then this book was like slipping into an old lover's embrace. Every word was familiar and soothing as it took her back thirteen years. Within minutes she closed her eyes and was back there again standing in front of the brownish stones on the labyrinth outer wall searching for a way in. She needed to get to the castle of the Goblin King that was past the Goblin city. She ran her hand along the stones searching for an opening. Finally she felt open air on her hands and stepped through the portal.

The air in the labyrinth was different it from the outside. Looking up she noticed the sky was dark, smoky and didn't look right. This wasn't a natural night sky or darkness caused by a storm. It reminded her of pictures she'd seen on the news of the sky after a big forest fire. Then she saw the wispy grey clouds, but it wasn't cold like fog and it didn't smell right. Sarah felt tears on her cheeks, but wasn't sure if it was from the smoky air burning her eyes or some emotion she didn't want to name yet.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she raced through the labyrinth making turns without thought relying on instinct to get her through. After not running into the obstacles she remembered from her previous experience. That more than the smoky air fueled her frantic and reckless pace. Sarah's concern at the strange sky turned into gut wrenching fear at what this all meant.

Finally the narrow path she'd been following widen to a trail and then opened to a large stone plaza. The smoke was heavier here, but the plaza was filled with the residents. She saw lots of goblins and over in the corner near the front she spotted Ludo. "Excuse me," she kept repeating as she pushed and slid through the crowd, desperate to find the cause of the gathering.

Finally reaching the front she stood with her friends. Looking at the spot everyone seemed to be staring at. Through a wall of flames she could just make out the Goblin King as handsome as she remembered laid out on a funeral pyre. She watched in disbelief as the flames rose higher and higher until Jareth was hidden from view.

"Hoggle what hap…happened?"

"Peoples stop believing in magic and we dies." Hoggle said simply.

"No. Jareth." She choked out a sob, as the tears streamed down her face as she collapsed into Hoggle's arms. The dwarf was uncomfortable with his friend's grief, but patted her back in a way that was supposed to be soothing. Followed by a gentle patting on her check by a furry paw she thought was probably Sir Didimas.

Opening her eyes she found herself not eye to eye with the brave knight, but her black cat Pippin who was patting her face watching intently as the tears rolled down his mistress' face.

"It was only a dream." Her voice was hoarse and the arm of the sofa was damp. She'd been having terrible nightmares over the past few months about the labyrinth. Usually the dreams were more like the movie where the labyrinth just disappeared into nothingness. This was the first time the Goblin King had died. It frightened her more than the others had, because it wasn't just a really bad dream it was the nightmare that had seemed all too real while it revealed her worst fear.

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