Author's Note
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Sarah stood on a flat, grey plain. A sharp wind rushed around her, whipping her long silver dress against her legs and twisting her brown hair in every direction. Sarah looked around, searching for something familiar. But there was nothing. Just a cold, never-ending horizon. Suddenly she heard a voice.
"Sarah…" The voice was masculine, with a British accent, and seemed to be coming from all directions at once. Sarah turned around, her eyes scanning the area, looking for the owner of the voice. She saw nothing.
"Sarah…"
"Who are you?" Sarah called, although she already knew the answer. She heard a chuckle in response.
"Don't ask silly questions. I expected better of you, my dear." His voice was arrogant, taunting.
"Jareth, don't play games with me! Where am I?" Sarah called, frustrated. She was freezing, and her hands were numb. Another chuckle.
"You seem to like games."
Sarah woke with a start, her mind still whirling from the dream, her alarm clock beeping in the background. She laid there for a moment, then glanced at her digital clock. The clock read 7:00 am. It took a moment for this information to register, then Sarah jumped out of bed, realizing that she only had forty minutes to get ready for school.
She was in the shower, hurriedly washing her hair, before she woke up enough to remember that her clock was set twenty minutes fast for the purpose of making her think she would be late.
A few minutes later, Sarah yawned as she looked in the mirror at her towel-clad reflection. She was thinking about the dream. It had been six months sine she had run the Labyrinth, her sixteenth birthday had come and gone, and she had changed. Her experiences in the Labyrinth, and her interactions with its King had shown her something she'd never known- she was lonely.
Never before had contact with another person impacted her the way the short time she'd spent with Jareth had. When Sarah had returned, she was more confident and it showed. At school, she had always been considered a loner, a dreamer lost in her world of fairy stories. She began to make an effort to talk to people, and found that she was accepted. The popular girls still talked about her and giggled when she walked past, but she'd found friends. Mira, Catherine and Samantha had gladly added her to their group, and after only a few weeks of spending time with them, she felt like she belonged there.
She had also taken her considerable sewing talents and put them to good use. She was now the chief costume designer for her school's drama department. Sarah loved the feel of the textured fabrics beneath her fingers, and the utter satisfaction and joy that came from turning a few yards of silk into Lady Macbeth's nightdress, or velvet into a gown for Cinderella to wear to the ball.
Despite all of the changes, the quiet dreamer that Sarah used to be was tucked somewhere seep inside her heart. Sometimes Sarah missed her, and often she found herself wondering if she'd been left in the Labyrinth and lived happily ever after as Jareth's Queen. But that didn't explain Sarah's intense desire to see him again, nor her nightly dreams.
A horn blared from the driveway, shaking her from her reverie. Sarah ran out the door and headed off to school like she did everyday, never knowing that someone was watching.
A/N: Please review! The next chapter is nearly finished, but I won't post until this is reviewed. Thanks!