Disclamer: I do not own anything from the Labyrinth, despite my attempts. I am making no profit from writting these stories, just sharing my work.
Please R&R, I love to know what people think.
It had been the third day straight that Jareth had been in his throne room, his hands clasped together, and his head resting on them. The rain had continued to fall, and Jareth, normally controlling the weather, did not have the energy to make it cease, it was easier to just let it fall. He liked it when it rained. He banished everyone and goblin that had dared enter the throne room with out his permission, and all the goblins scattered whenever Jareth walked through the halls.
Jareth sat there listening over and over again in his mind when Sarah has spoken his name. He had kept looking into his crystals to try and see her, and normally they did not work because unless someone wanted to be seen, Jareth had no power to see them. But now, when he looked into the crystal, he could only see very faded and blurry scenes, which meant that either Sarah was sub-consciously calling out to him, or she wanted him to find her, but didn't know if she was ready.
The game was slipping. Every time a child was wished away, Jareth went to the aboveground to collect them and simply say to the wisher that if they don't solve this Labyrinth in 13 hours, the child remains with him. Then he simply left. When he returns to his Throne room he puts the child to sleep in a cot that stayed next to his throne as he continued to think of Sarah.
They never made it of course. Ever. So the child was always given away to other Fae royalty who were unable to have children. Jareth never wanted to turn the children into Goblins anymore because it would be such a waist to have them change into dimwitted things that only took up space, when they could let them turn into mature people with a purpose in life.
No one had won since Sarah had been there. It was almost as if the Labyrinth wanted her to be its Queen, because it was always said that the child that was able to defeat the King and his Mighty Labyrinth in her heart and soul would always have their heart and soul. And Sarah had. She had used everything that she had to defeat him. All the power and strength in her heart as well as the courage in her soul to get her brother back. She had also captured Jareth's heart in her fighting. And this is what hurt Jareth most of all.
The Labyrinth had never been the same since Sarah had left. It turned dark, and unprotected. It used to crave attention from Jareth, silently begging him to help it return to the beautiful Labyrinth it once was, but it never got an answer, so after a while, it stopped, and let itself run wild. It kept itself within the rules that Jareth had set for it over two hundred years ago, but it was border lining on going over these rules. However, when it realized that Jareth just would not help, it began to give up. It did not look after itself. It needed Sarah back, but it knew it could not contact her unless she called. But when the Labyrinth of the underworld was about to be destroyed because its master would not look after it, drastic measures had to be taken.
The rebirthing had begun…
Please R&R.
Much love,
Sariah.