Stone Tears

a Labyrinth Fan Fiction by Circe le Fey

Author's note: Well, here it is, the first chapter of my first fan fiction! I'm intending to write longer chapters in general, but I wanted to get this out quickly, so I decided to make it short, anyway, I'm waiting for reviews! Just so you know, this takes place about two and a half years after the movie, so Sarah is just barely 17. I'm probably going to update in a day or so, I'm about halfway done the next chapter, which is about twice as long as this one, and I just need reviews to finish it. There shouldn't be any errors in this, but if you find any, please let me know, and please, please, review!

Circe le Fey.

Chapter 1. After the Rain

The rain had finally stopped, and where half an hour ago there had been constant crashes of thunder, and flares of lightning, now there was only the steady tap-tap of rain dripping off of the roof. Sarah had been unable to sleep for the whole storm, ever since a night several years ago, rain, especially with thunder and lightning, made her restless and uneasy. And when the storm had finally blown away, as swiftly as it had risen, she had opened her window, allowing the first breeze of the night to penetrate her stuffy room, and had gradually sunk into an tense, unrestful sleep.

She slept light most nights, but tonight she seemed particularly unsettled as a large white owl flew quickly out of the dark clouds, and across the half-full moon, to land silently on a branch outside her wide-open window. Sarah stirred, rolling over and moaning, her fists clenching and unclenching reflexively, but she did not wake. The owl watched her closely, with humanlike eyes that managed to be both tender and predatory. It was the sight of the open window that seemed to throw him off. The owl flapped his wings restlessly, and began to pace the branch with his head low, but his eyes still on the girl. Once or twice he seemed to attempt to leave the branch, and perhaps fly in her window, but each time the owl would pause, cock his head in a manner that was somehow not very owl-like, and then settle back down to continue pacing.

The owl had been making regular appearances at her window since she was about eleven, but after an incident roughly two and a half years ago, the temptation to go to her had gotten stronger, and several more items had been added to the list of reasons why he couldn't. But this open window was a new occurrence, certainly, and made the strain of staying put even harsher. Nevertheless, he remained on the branch, watching Sarah for the rest of the night, as her sleep grew deeper, her breathing more even, and her beautiful face almost peaceful.

The owl spent almost six hours outside Sarah's window, daringly remaining on the branch as the sun rose, and she began to stir, even though he usually considered it too risky. But this morning, he stayed on until he could sense her mind breaking away from the world of dreams, and then just as her eyes flickered open, he was taking flight, a snowy white streak against the more vivid horizon. Sarah Williams gasped and sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide.