All characters not from the original story are my own. This story is dedicated to the Labrinythians, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.
Child of Magic
"Happy Birthday sweetheart." Her father smiled at her as she leaned over to blow out the candles on the cake. Sarah couldn't believe it, she was twenty one, and it was a fantastic day. All her friends had come over, "Well… at least all her 'regular friends'." She amended to herself as she glanced around at the people from college and her part time job. "After all how would they react if Sir Didymius, Hoggle and... oh man Ludo were to make an appearance." The thought made her smile. They'd probably run off screaming in fear." Even so it was a nice party, nice enough to let her ignore the daggers her step-mother was glaring at her all afternoon…. Almost.
Toby, not a baby anymore at almost six years old, almost tackled her with a huge hug. Almost crushing the present he had so carefully wrapped up between them. Taking it from him with a bright smile Sarah unwrapped it to find a wishing well made of dismantled clothespins glued to a baby food jar, then varnished. It was beautiful, Toby already showed signs of artistic talents, and this time she knew her father had lent a hand only with the varnish, Toby was very possessive of his work. She couldn't be more pleased. Picking him up and holding him close she whispered in his ear, "It's perfect goblin boy, I love it." He laughed at the sound of her secret name for him. She always called him that when she was especially pleased with him. Wrapping his arms around her neck he squeezed lightly before she let him back down onto the floor. Karen watched this, darkness flashing from her eyes. Uneasily Toby looked from his mother to his sister. As long as he could remember, they never seemed to get along. Sarah tried, and sometimes his mother did too. They just couldn't seem to understand each other at all, almost like they came from different worlds or something. His father and him always seemed to be caught in the middle of it. Shrugging it off he ran over to his mother, and hugged her tightly around the waist. Saying nothing Karen ruffled his hair gently. At least this time, he knew she wouldn't be mad at him for showing feeling towards Sarah. Contentedly he turned to watch the others, he just loved to see Sarah enjoy herself.
Later that night Sarah stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Toby was playing with some of her stuffed animals on the bed. They both had looked forward to this part all day. Their parents had gone out for some quiet time, and finally Sarah's 'special' friends were going to come and celebrate her birthday, Labrinyth style. Toby knew all about the Labrinyth, and the adventure that had given his sister such a connection to it. Ever since he had been old enough to understand, she had told him the story of their adventure. It was one of his favorites, after all not too many kids had a personal fairy tale that they were part of, at least not one that really happened. He even kept the old leather bound book under a loose floorboard in his room, where mother couldn't find it. She would hit the roof if she found out Sarah had been 'filling his mind with make believe again. Karen was a very practical person. Magic was simply beyond her, outside of her 'grounded' life. The thoughts raced in his mind, but if asked he could never put them into words that easily. If asked he would say, "Momma likes regular life, Sarah likes… dreams. He was somewhere in the middle of it all, again.
Sarah stood in front of the mirror she knew they were waiting for her, waiting for her to say the words so they could come. Taking a deep breath she called out to those she knew waited on the other side. "Hoggle… Didymius … Ludo… I need you, all of you. Right now." The mirror shimmered for a moment, becoming like the surface of a pond. Sarah blinked, and when she opened her eyes, her labrinythian friends surrounded her, with hugs presents and birthday wishes. Hard to believe it had been six years since she had defeated the Labrinyth, and its Goblin King. She didn't have long to think about it before the firereys pulled her into a dance, while Toby played with Ludo, who made the stones and precious pebbles of Sarah's collection arrange themselves in patterns for his amusement. The night was a whirl of games song and dance, and before they knew it, it was time for the Labrinythians to return home. It was with sadness that Sarah reopened the mirror gate, and said goodnight to her guests. While they were cleaning up, Toby commented. "I wish I could do that." Surprised she looked at him, "Do what?" "Call them… like you can. How do you do that?" "I don't know… I-I just can Toby. Come on, mom and dad will be home soon and if you are in here when they get back we are both going to be toast." He nods and runs down the hall to his room to get changed and get into bed. Leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Sarah never could understand how she had been able to bring her friends into her world, or send them home again. She had always assumed it was part of her defeating the Labrinyth, a sort of prize. But that didn't make any sense , especially given what she had learned since she had been home again. It didn't explain the first night Jareth came to her, it did not explain how she had broken Jareth's s mind spell over her, and it sure didn't explain how she had defeated the Labrinyth. She knew, thanks to Hoggle and the others, that no one before or since had ever managed to make it to the castle. Or face Jareth inside of it and win. No one that is but her. Toby's question tonight had only brought back her own curiosity. What made her so special? With a heavy sigh she pushes herself up off the bed and crosses the room to look deep into the eyes of her reflection. "What is so special about me, Why am I able to do these strange things?" The mirror offered her no answers, just as she knew it would not. The secret of her gifts lay elsewhere, other than the mirror gate she had created with them. Shaking her head as she turned away from its reflective surface, she went into her bathroom and got ready for bed. It was only later, as she lay between the cool linen sheets an answer came into her mind, in a woman's voice but not her own. A voice that sounded like wind chimes in a soft breeze, whispering: "You do what you can, because you are a glamour child Sarah. A child of magic."
Night of Glamour
Kimera