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Returning to The Labyrinth - 1Sarah.
The voice was soft, inviting Sarah Williams to open her eyes.
Sarah. Youve forgotten your first great adventure.
Sarah sat up, eyes bleary from where she had fallen asleep at her desk. Across the room a full length mirror stood, reflecting the classroom.
The voice continued. The way back Sarah. Do you remember the way back?
Sarah, thinking she was still asleep, shook her head. The way back to where? Her words trailed as she stood up, walking toward the mirror. The classroom she taught in was no longer the reflection. She could see herself, but it wasnt her reflection. As in a movie she watched herself stop a steep cliff, looking over the twisting, never-ending paths and walls of the Labyrinth.
No Sarahs voice caught in her throat as a figure, familiar and so alien, stood behind her, showing the labyrinth to the Sarah In The Mirror.
Do you know what you did to him? Th
Returning to The Labyrinth-5Jadia rolled her eyes as she was carried. At least Gradi would be fine for now. Merrick delighted in seeing the cub tortured and would have let his horrible tracker bite into her little pets back. Crushbone at least liked Gradi and Jadia. She sighed as he turned the familiar paths of The Labyrinth. She let him take her, wondering who Jareth had sent for Sarah. She prayed hed play his game and let Sarah find her own way.
Crushbone arrived at the gates to the Goblin City, still carrying Jadia. He was rather proud this time, hed managed to outsmart her (so he felt) and follow his orders for once. So the over-sized goblin thrust his chest forward, carrying the small woman through the streets as his wolf carried the orange and purple cub gingerly.
Jareth watched the scene play out. His dream crystals couldnt see the scene in the castle in the bog. His sister had apparently chosen the place for that reason. He couldnt track Sarah with his dream crystals. At leas
Returning to the Labyrinth - 3Jadia let the last knocker fall onto the door's plate. The doors suddenly came to life, their knockers began banging themselves against the door plates.
Sarah's hands flew to her ears, covering them. Jadia smirked at the girl's discomfort, to her the sounds were musical, she could hear the bell-like tones under the heavy clanging. The floor in the centre of the room began to turn and desend, turning into a spiral staircase.
Jadia stepped to the stairs, motioning Sarah to follow. As both girls made their way into the darkness below, the floor above closed and became whole again.
"Where are we?" Sarah looked through the darkness before suddenly a bright ball of golden light filled the room ahead of them. She couldn't tell where the light came from, but Jadia seemed to concentrate on something before walking down the stairs.
"This is the path to the Ugliette. A path, anyway. Hurry up." Jadia walked through the stairwell that turned and spiraled in on itself down into the depths.
Returning to the Labyrinth - 4Hoggle?! Sarahs words left her in suprise. Jadia brought me to see Hoggle-?! Sarah couldnt believe it. That witch had brought her straight to Hoggle. Even if Hoggle wasnt there at the moment. She could wait if it ment seeing her old friend again.
Jadia stepped away from the palace. The garden had smelled lovely, but only just managed to hide the scent of the Bog. She didnt mind this place, and she knew once Hoggle arrived she could be rid of the human woman.
How dare she call me human. Jadia snorted. The fuzzy orange monster cub was rushing ahead to chase a bog fly.
Dont put a paw in the bog. You know Ill have to shave you again. She smiled lightly at her pet. The little fuzzball hopped and bounded back to her mistress as Jadia walked away and back to the Ugliette.
Crushbone turned one corner then the next, following the rat-wolfs lead through the twisting ways of the Labyrinth. The leash pu
Returning to The Labyrinth - 2Jadia began to walk away from Sarah. Fully intent on leaving the human woman to find her own way through the Labyrinth.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sarah's voice followed Jadia's turned back.
"I'm going away from you."
"Oh no you don't! You brought me here. You're not going to leave me here alone now."
"I will if you would stop talking to me."
"I'm a teacher. I make my living talking. I'm not about to let you walk away and leave me alone in here." Sarah was whineing. She knew it, but she didn't remember the way through the Labyrinth. And she didn't look forward to trying it without any of her friends.
Jadia turned around slowly to face Sarah.
"You have no power over me, Sarah." Jadia's words left her before she had thought.
Sarah's head suddenly felt swimmy. As though she'd eaten another peach. Her vision blurred and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hands went to her chest and she collasped in a heap.
Jadia's eyes widened as Sarah fell. She lept forward to catch Sa
Returning to The Labyrinth - 6Sarah stood, flabergasted at the storys meaning. Her story to Toby all those years ago was really true. Shed convinced herself so long ago that Jareth had simply used her for his games. She couldnt remember everything now, but it was slowly returning to her mind.
Jadia barely made it out of the castle and into the city before she stumbled. Jareth would keep his own mind for a while longer, but her own time was running out. Toby was not the proper heir to The Labyrinth. Jareth knew that, yet he had insisted on the boy.
Jadia cursed herself inwardly as she strode through the twisting, filthy streets of the goblin city. She needed to visit the Underdwellers, and soon. As she came to the outer gate, she looked to her feet and the hem of her dress, already it was fading into transparancy.
She didnt have time left to dwaddle.
Jareth poured over his thoughts. He had chosen Toby as his heir because he knew he needed the boy to bring Sarah to him. But also because the bo
Returning to The Labyrinth - 7Memories flitted on the edges of Sarahs mind. Memories of Jareth as she grew up. Visiting the house? No, she had crawled through a cubby before. Suddenly the memories shed never thought of came flooding back to her.
Baby Sarah crawled through the house, her mother, Linda, cooing behind her. As the phone rang, Linda rushed to pick it up, answering in words Baby Sarah didnt understand. The tone suggested it was her daddy.
Baby Sarah sat back on her diapered behind, wondering why she couldnt just be without it and those evil cloths on her feet that hid the wonderful pink wiggly things on her feet.
Suddenly she noticed something roll past her from under the sink. The little black thing didnt look like anything Baby Sarah had seen before, so she rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling after it.
The round black thing rolled around her again, then disappeared into the cubby. With a giggle, Baby Sarah followed. She followed it into the cubby and through the wall
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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