Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, setting, worlds, and well anything that comes from Labyrinth. That belongs to Henson.

Chapter 1

The town center was filled with different color lights. Not just the normal red, green, and yellow traffic lights. No, there were strands of brightly lit Christmas lights hung on all the lamp post, but nothing shine brighter than the massive Christmas tree in the center of the park in front of the town hall.

Most of the town had turned out for the annual Christmas Celebration. Families walked around bundled up to protect themselves from the cold. The local churches were passing out cups of hot chocolate to help keep everyone warm. Carolers sang on the steps of the town hall. It was a picture perfect Christmas scene.

Well, it would be if she could really enjoy it. Here it was the Christmas Season, and she was alone. She wasn't even sure why she had come here. It wasn't like she was even going to celebrate the holiday. What was the point? She was all alone.

Sighing, Sarah Williams put her gloved hands into the pockets of her thick winter coat and turned away. Walking past all the people heading towards the Town Center, Sarah couldn't help thinking how her life had changed in the last ten years.

After she had ran the Labyrinth at fifth-teen, things had taken a turn for the worse. She had done her best to not be a brat, but her stepmother had made life for her a living hell. She had began doing as her stepmother asked, and the woman began to act like there was something wrong with her. There hadn't been a test the mental hospital hadn't done on her.

After being forcefully admitted for almost a year, Sarah had returned to her childhood home to find that she had been all but kicked out. Her stepmother had gotten rid of almost all of her belongings. There was very little left. So at barely seventeen, Sarah had left and moved in with her fraternal grandmother.

Grammy had welcomed her. The old woman had been very angry with her son and his wife, but had done her best to help Sarah. That is until she had died. It still hurt to think about it. She had been fine in the morning and by the afternoon was gone.

The reading of her will had been horrible. Grammy had changed it once Sarah had moved into her home. Sarah got almost everything except for a small amount money for Toby when he got older. After that, her family had no contact with her at all. That was four years ago. Since then she had really settled into the small town her grandmother had called home. A few people had been kind to her, but she mostly kept to herself.

Turning the corner of Main Street off and onto the road that lead towards her house, Sarah glanced up towards the night sky. It was so clear, and the stars seemed so bright. But she felt as if she was in darkness. The house would be cold and dark. She barely had enough to keep everything on. Soon she would have to sale the house. There wasn't much choice any more.

Nearing the house, Sarah stopped. Most of the houses around her looked so cheerful compared to her own. With a heavy heart, Sarah continued down the sidewalk and then up the steps of the front porch. She took her hand out of her pocket and unlocked the door. Quickly, she walked in and relocked it.

Without taking off her coat, gloves, and hat, she walked into the living room. Since her grandmother's death, she lived mainly in the living room with it's fireplace. It felt fairly warm in the winter and not too hot in the summer. Most of the house was actually boarded up. She only used the kitchen to store food. The fireplace was both heat source and where she cooked her meals.

After removing her gloves, she lite a match and relite the fire. It would take awhile for the living room to heat up; so Sarah put her gloves back on. It wasn't too bad at the moment, but it was going to get really cold in the morning.

Sitting down on the old sofa, Sarah pulled her thickest comforter around her. Things would be so much better if someone in town would actual hire her, but because of the time in the mental hospital no one wanted her. At least, that's what she thought.

Sarah snuggled deeper into the comforter. Slowly, her eyes began to droop close. Not too much later she fell asleep.

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She couldn't spend the day alone. They had to do something. Sir Didymus and Hoggle looked at each on the other side of the mirror above the fire place. The room in which she lived was so unlike her. Sarah deserved so much more.

Hoggle moved away from the mirror. That rat more than likely would be no help. He knew he could ask the Chef in the Castle to fix something nice for her for tomorrow. It wasn't like the Goblin Kingdom celebrated Christmas.

Glancing over his shoulder back at Didymus, Hoggle sighed, "well, we better get a move on if we want to get everything ready before she wakes up."

Didymus nodded, "true, Sir Hoggle. We better gather reinforcements. M'lady can not continental living like she is."

The two friends hurriedly walked away in search of others who would wish to make the Lady of the Labyrinth's holiday much brighter.

So begins this year's Christmas story. There will be a new release for the next few weeks. Next week will be Nothing Is What It Seems.

Thanks for any reviews.

This story is already written all that is left is to release it to you guys.

Love,

CL