A/N: Once again, it's been a really long time. I wrote this nearly a month ago, but my hard drive crashed, which made it rather hard to post. So, with many more thanks to those who've reviewed, here is Chapter 3.
Sarah sat in English, thumbing idly through her mythology text. She was absolutely bored out of her mind.
Honestly, she thought, if I'd known I would be forced to spend weeks studying these now, and at a snail's pace, I would never have read them so many years ago! She smiled as she remembered spending hours at the library as a child, pouring over books of myths and legends that were as large as she was. Her eyes stung a bit when she remembered the day her mother, Linda, had introduced her to the rich tales of King Arthur and his chivalrous knights.
It had been nearly a year since her mother had died, but Sarah was still grieving, although in the past six months or so she'd learned to control that grief. Three years after the divorce, when her father had married Karen, Sarah really hadn't minded her all that much, but in the months following Linda's death, it had seemed like Karen was trying to take Linda's place. Sarah now realized that Karen had been attempting to comfort her. Linda's death was also the root of Sarah's hatred of Toby- she hated that Toby had a mother and didn't have to bear the burden of losing her, however irrational her thoughts were.
Now, six months after her adventure in the Labyrinth, Sarah had once again accepted Karen and stopped begrudging Toby his mother. But with regards to her adventure, Sarah believed it to be a dream, brought upon by stress and grief, as well as an overindulgement in fairy tales and ice cream.
She was still puzzled by her recurring dreams of the Labyrinth. She'd finally 'grown up' and put away all of her fairy stories and toys, and she now spent her time reading trashy romance novels and magazines, like most teenage girls, but still she dreamt of the Labyrinth and its King, nearly every night. Her obsession with a dream King still bothered her a bit, and a part of her, though it was deeply hidden away, still believed in magik and in the reality of Jareth and his Labyrinth. The hopeless romantic in her wanted the tale to be true, especially the lines that read 'For the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl…'. To her, there was no other explanation for her strange dreams.
She was jostled back to reality as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. As she walked to the student parking lot to meet her ride, she didn't notice the large snowy owl leave a tree by the windows of the English hallway and fly skyward, disappearing in the sun's glare.