Author's Note: Hey, everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a Labyrinth fanfiction after reading so many great ones over the years. I have been in Labyrinth since my 7th-grade science teacher showed to my class at the end of a school year. Hopefully, I captured the spirit of the movie accurately while adding my own ideas to the mix.

I started to write this story on Valentine's Day this year and recently finished it. I was going to upload it as a one shot. However, it is too large (in my opinion) for that to happen. So, it might be a two or three-shot story.

Apologies for the weird grammar. I am always looking for a beta/editor for my stories. Feel free to message me if you like to be one!

Thanks again and enjoy! :D

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered..."

Words from a majestic fantasy that had long since been forgotten fell nonchalantly from lips in a whisper inside a cramped and stuffy meeting room.

"What was that, Ms. Williams?" A male voice asked in a rich accent that broke the deep thoughts of a certain freckled, green-eyed daydreamer. Many eyes turned toward the pale, chocolate-haired young woman who had spoken those words.

Shock flashed across the woman's face as she noticed how many eyes were staring at her. She tried to excuse herself from her mindless actions. "Ummm, nothing. Absolutely nothing at all." A small blush crept onto her cheeks from the embarrassment as she apologized.

The man in front of the room frowned with annoyance as he continued on. "If you have any questions, email me them to me anytime. Remember! Don't back down, just keep on selling."

Everyone began to gather their belongings and leave the room after their boss had ended the meeting. The room was full of quiet conversations about plans for lunch and the afternoon and carried on outside as most filed out quickly.

"Sarah, might I have a word with you?" The brunette searched for the question's owner, noticing that it was her boss. A lean male with icy blue eyes, short blonde hair, and an impeccable taste for fashion. It almost reminded Sarah of a certain person who she had met at some point in her life who shared a similar mystique.

Those thoughts disappeared instantly when the middle-aged man closed the main door after the last person left. The tall man turned around, staring at Sarah with his cold yet gorgeous eyes.

"I remember when you came here two years ago. A fresh recruit that had just graduated. Over these few years, I have seen you try your best in this very competitive field at selling beauty products for a commission.

Nevertheless, I have been generous. Maybe a little too generous. You haven't had the best sales since you started, and as much as it pains me to say this, I have to let you go Sarah Williams. I need someone who has more experience and who has a knack for sales.

Your position will be terminated in one month's time. I am sorry."

Sarah was in shock. Her mouth was agape as she tried to process the hard news. She hadn't expected this kind of news all of a sudden, especially not on one of the happiest days of the year. At that thought, the brunette sighed deeply as she finished packing her things up slowly. She stood up and clutched onto her work bag, turning around to face her boss. From her lips, she spoke the only words she could think of for this kind of situation: "Thank for the opportunity."

And with that, Sarah walked out. Behind her, she could hear the blonde-haired man say, "Happy Valentines Day, Sarah!"

Happy? Sarah callously thought as she walked back to her cubicle, How can anyone be happy when they receive miserable news?

But, she was truly miserable deep down. When did she start feeling this way? Was it when she graduated from college? Or perhaps, since that day? A mark in her lifetime where she experienced adventure and the epiphany of growing up. Whatever it might be, she wasn't truly happy.

She was Sarah Williams, 25 years old and now unemployed. A young woman who grew up a lot and learned many lessons after her victory against a very arrogant ruler of a kingdom full of goblins. Soon after she had returned, Sarah had given up playing make-believe and re-enacting fantasy stories in the park. The woman started to make an effort to understand her family more. She made amends with her step-mother, who she had once perceived as evil once upon a time, and tried to have a genuine relationship with.

The brunette decided to take business courses at a university nearby after high school. She didn't have stellar grades or a pure passion for the subject she was studying. Nevertheless, Sarah graduated with a degree in the field in a reasonable amount of time. She was able to find a commission-based job a little after. It was hard work, but she was able to make enough for a decent living.

Now that she was going to be jobless, she didn't know exactly what was the next step. She was a little glad that her boss let her go as it was for the best. She could take a break for a little while and figure out things out. Like, if she should continue to work in the business sector or try to find her true passion.

Sarah continued to think about her future as she reached her desk. She didn't notice the gifts placed on top of it.

"Hey gal, Happy Valentines' Day!" a high-pitched, accented voice pierced her thoughts. It was annoying enough to cause Sarah to snap out of her trance. She lifted her eyes towards the voice's owner.

"Oh hey, Amanda," the brunette mindlessly murmured as she set her eyes on the lovely bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates in front of her. She turned her eyes upwards to her Brooklyn-based friend. "Do you know who put these here?"

The woman with strawberry blonde hair shrugged, "I don't know, hun. They were here when I got here. Maybe they are from a secret admirer?" Her lips curved upwards in an eager smile while hinting about a mysterious beau in her co-worker's life.

"That isn't possible, I have none. Besides, I am not in the mood for these gifts. Do you want them?"

"Oh come on gal. You are being a spoiled sport. You should at least see who is it from!" Amanda cheered, pointing to the card attached to the chocolates. Sarah just shrugged at the slightly older woman's suggestion. She picked up the card and read what was inside. The message, written in the most beautiful cursive script that she has ever seen, read: 'I move the stars for no one but you'.

"What does it say?" Her co-worker was starting to get on her nerves! The strawberry-blonde was too excited about these gifts. What was more annoying was that she knew who it was from and didn't want it. Why did he have to pop into her life at this moment?

"Oh, it's no one really," Sarah sighed, "You know what, Mans? I am going to get a drink at a bar nearby. It's been a rough day and I need to a couple of drinks to unwind a bit. I pick up these gifts tomorrow. But, for now, they will stay here."

She hastily put on her jacket and rushed out the door with her handbag before Amanda or anyone else could say anything else. This left the older woman to slither up next to Sarah's desk to take a look at the card.

"'I move the stars for no one but you'? Huh. Sounds like a really romantic and poetic admirer to me."

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she watched Sarah disappeared from view. Amanda turned around, walking away from the group of desks. Gradually, she magically faded away from the setting without anyone noticing.