To the Reader: Okay, so in all the excitement of finally starting this story up, I forgot to add my little special author's note, so I'm adding it now. : p So here it is. HELLO!! I'm Renae, the Frog Princess, and this is my first fanfic period, so comments and stuff along the way will be much appreciated. I've been obsessed with the movie Labyrinth for years and recently had a few awesome ideas for continuation stories (since no one wants to get up off their butts and make a second movie for us Labyrinth lovers) which I HAD to come and post up here. I'm jabbering now lol. So I hope you all like this story, comments (no hateful or curse filled ones please) are appreciated, I DO NOT OWN the lovely movie Labyrinth or its characters (because if I did, there would be a second movie out by now), and….yea that's enough from me, ENJOY!


Her feet landing on the brown stone of the broken Escher room, Sarah looked around, seeing no sign of the blonde child she had jumped to save. Hearing a sound, she turned her head to the right, towards a doorway still attached to the floor, and met the mismatched eyes of the Goblin King himself. He dressed in a flowing white robe that turned cream in the middle and brown toward the bottom, reminding her of the owl feathers he had in his owl form. His poet's shirt was gray, open at the chest to reveal his crescent moon shaped medallion with the infinity symbol on it. His boots and leggings were gray to match his shirt, and tight as always. The gold pointed markings over his eyes defined by a purple outlining were meant to accentuate his mismatched eyes, but soft gray bags below them showed a new tiredness he had not had before. Sarah ignored his menacing and overbearing presence, as well as the manly features she was too young to truly fathom, focusing only on her task of saving Toby.

"Give me the child." Sarah commanded, glaring defiantly at Toby's kidnapper.

"Sarah, beware. I have been generous, up until now, but I can be cruel." His eyes, the left one brown and the right one blue, glinted dangerously as he circled young Sarah.

"Generous?" Sarah questioned incredulously. "What have you done that's generous?"

"EVERYTHING!" he snapped, continuing his angry circle round the girl. "Everything that you wanted, I have done. You asked that the child be taken, I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside-down, and I have done it all for you! And I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?" he asked softly. His face was so near that Sarah couldn't help but see the bags under his eyes caused by his exhaustion. But she ignored it, focused solely on her duty, and continued on.

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the Goblin City." She spoke softly, reciting her lines with conviction, but still only reciting. She advanced towards the Goblin King, causing him to back up away from the spell she was casting. "My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as gr…"

"Stop! Wait. Look Sarah, look what I'm offering you. Your dreams." He pleaded, forming another familiar crystal bubble in his right hand.

"….And my kingdom is great." Sarah continued on, unphased.

"I ask for so little. Just let me rule you. And you can have everything that you want."

Sarah paused in her steps, looking as if she were thinking about his offer, but she was only trying to remember her lines. "…My kingdom is great…damn, I can never remember that line."

"Just fear me. Love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave." The great King of the Goblins was near to begging now. Something in his voice had changed, something Sarah had not been old enough to catch, or old enough to accept.

"My kingdom is great, my kingdom is great….." Sarah looked up at him and Jareth waited with anxiety written on his face. But his hopes fell as she completed her spell with the final lines. "You have no power over me." Her voice, speaking the "magic words", echoed around the room. The clock in the broken Escher room gonged at the thirteenth hour. The spell of defiance was cast, and Sarah had won. The Goblin King's face was somber, silently voicing his pain at her youthful blindness as he threw the crystal up in the air in defeat. Sarah caught it on her fingertips and watched it pop. But instead of seeing the Goblin King turn back into his owl form, she watched, screaming, as darkness swallowed him up from behind, and a deeply cruel voice laughed mockingly at her screams.

Sarah woke up from her recurring nightmare in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. It was beginning to take its toll on her sleeping routine, showing in her work. Sarah Williams was now 21 years old, fresh out of college and living on her own. Her hair was still brown, cut to her shoulders now for easier maintenance, and her clothing tastes had changed, but only a little. As for her dreams and her imagination, they had grown with her age but still held their youthful qualities. It had been six years since she had made the mistake of wishing Toby away, six years since her experience in the Underground, six years since she had beaten the Goblin King at his own game, and six years since she had seen any of the characters she had met on her way through the Labyrinth.

Sarah had graduated high school with flying colors, and went on to college. She had majored in drama, originally intending to be an actress, but found in her first year studies that the acting world was too harsh for her, so she switched her major to English, with a minor in drama and play writing. She had won contests with her stories from the Labyrinth; ones that were true accounts of her own journey, and ones she made up using her friends Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Ambrosyius as characters. Before she knew it, after college graduation she had been pulled into a famous publishing company as their editor and published a set of children's books called "Labyrinth Tales" and "Friends in the Underground" that sold enough for her to move to a nice homey cottage in a quiet suburban neighborhood not too far from her family. After her return from the Underground, Sarah had grown remarkably for the better. She no longer took things for granted (if she could help it), she no longer complained about watching her baby brother (growing closer to him than ever before), she was always careful what she wished for, and she no longer fought with her step mother. And though she now lived on her own, she was not far and she often visited her little brother Toby, now six years old, and her father and stepmother whenever she could. Toby remembered nothing of his time in the Underground, or his time spent with the Goblin King, though he often felt déjà vu whenever he read Sarah's children stories about the Underground. And the only things Sarah had left of that time in her life was the little red play book, sitting in the drawer of her vanity, and Jareth's Infinity medallion.

Sarah had tried to convince herself that her Underground adventures were a dream the morning after the party, but a few days later the Goblin King had appeared in her room while she slept and left her his medallion; the symbol of his power. She had kept it through all those years and wore it to bed, often feeling protected by it at night. She touched it gently now as it sat on low on her chest, beneath the cotton fabric of her sweaty nightgown. Sarah had tried to contact her Underground friends again after receiving Jareth's present, but for some reason had been unsuccessful. She could never figure out why they never came back to see her, but soon got too busy with her life to care anymore. But the medallion round her neck always served as her reminder of the journey that made her grow into the wise and intelligent young woman she was now.

Sitting up from bed, Sarah ran a hand through her hair and grasped the gold medallion with the other. Her dream of her last showdown with the Goblin King had been recurring for over three months now, ever since she had turned 21, and she still couldn't make heads or tails of it. Did it mean that the Goblin King was in trouble? Did it mean she had somehow dealt him a fatal blow when she had recited her lines to save her brother Toby, instead of accepting his offer? Once she had grown old enough, Sarah had recognized the true implications of the Goblin King's words that night, but also recognized that she had still made the right decision in refusing, because she had been far too young to accept his advances at the time, and she had had her brother Toby to worry about. No matter how many ways she flipped the memory in her head, she still came to the same conclusion. So why did this dream keep recurring, her dream in which the great King of the Goblins seems to fall at her defeat, literally? Had she done something more harmful than she realized? 'But that couldn't be the case either,' she told herself, 'because the Goblin King brought me his medallion maybe two or three days after the celebration we had in my room.' But still, Sarah could not deny that something wasn't right.

In truth, something had been wrong since the day Sarah discovered she could no longer summon her friends through the mirror. She had no way of knowing though because there was no one left to tell her what was going on except the Goblin King himself, and she had never had the courage to summon him, especially after she got old enough to realize the meaning behind his original words. Little did the young woman know, as she lay back down to sleep, squeezing the medallion in her hand, that her questions would be answered by nightfall the next day.