Author's Introduction: Well, my dear readers, I've been working on this story for a long while. I intended to write this before I posted anything but then I wrote and posted A Goblin Halloween. I blame the plot chickens entirely on that one. If you haven't read it, don't worry. Anyways, this story, unlike my others, will be less crack and a bit more plot but this will not be dark and angst ridden, though it will have a little suspense and drama. Below is obligatory (boring) legal stuff and which David Bowie song, from the hundreds I have on my iPod, goes with the chapter. Honestly, I should start calling my iPod my mobile shrine to David Bowie, I have over about 1500 songs on there and over 40% of them are by David Bowie, so prepare to go on youtube to look up which obscure David Bowie song I list. Also in case you haven't heard: NEW BOWIE ALBUM! Yeah, kinds old news now, but I'm still fangirling.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that belongs to the awesome late Jim Henson, awesome, still kicking it, Brian Froud, and the still sexy, David Bowie. Thanks guys for such a wonderful movie!

Warnings: This story is rated for mild language, some violence, David Bowie's Area, and of course sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Oh yeah and David Bowie's Area, I mention this twice because there is going to be a lot of it.

Current Music: Underground by: David Bowie.

To All Who've Read AGH: Thank you so much for all your alerts, favorites, and reviews. They mean a whole lot to me. So as a reward here's the prequel!

Chapter One:

It's Only Forever

"You have no power over me!"

With those six words, his whole world fell down around him and he felt his heart break in two. He clutched his chest in pain. He felt incomplete, like he had been split in two. His power was broken as well as his heart and now the girl had gone, she left with the boy and something else as well. Whatever it was it flew away with her back to her world, leaving him to the shattered remains of his once great Labyrinth. He felt like a fool for wanting to make the girl his queen, but it was too late. She ate the peach he gave her, he sang for her and she danced with him. She was his queen even though she ran out on him before he could make their marriage truly official, though how she ended up in the Junkyard when she was supposed to be in her room he still could not figure out. He could feel the Labyrinth rebuilding itself, but not by his power. That power belongs to her now. He closed his eyes and waited for death to finally claim him. Just when he felt close to the edge of death's sword, he felt some strength flow into him, pulling him from his precarious edge. 'It seems I am not completely forgotten after all, and it looks like some part of the Labyrinth still recognizes me as its king.' The Goblin King mused.

He saw shadows gather around him and they took a distinctive form for a brief moment before dissolving into the darkness. They had looked like the girl that just left him shattered, but it was not. Its eyes were pitch black, very cold, and so very cruel. It seemed the girl left something behind before she left. What it was, the Goblin King did not know.

He gathered what little strength he had, and he picked himself off the floor. Then he looked down at himself and he saw claws. The Goblin King panicked and went into a frenzied search for a mirror and finally found one in his bedchambers. When he saw the monstrous form looking back at him in the mirror he let out an inhuman chilling howl that echoed all throughout the Labyrinth. The inhabitants shuddered in fear. Any goblins left in the castle now fled it in terror, and the Goblin King vented his rage on anything he could find. Vases were shattered, tapestries were torn to ribbons, and the Goblin King left trails of claw marks on the stone walls.

The Goblin King's rage finally subsided as he came to a disturbing realization. He felt incomplete because he was incomplete.

'That girl! The one I made my queen! She is the one who took power over my labyrinth! She is the one who broke my power and myself in two! She is one who turned me into this twisted creature! I will have my revenge!'

Many malicious ideas filled his head of what he would do to her once he had her in his hands, or rather his claws. The Goblin King looked at his monstrous claws once more and let out another beastly howl that shook the walls of the castle, "DAMN YOU SARAH!"

Meanwhile, a lonely white owl sat perched on a tree branch outside of a girl's window. He looked on at the girl throwing a party and having fun with strange but very familiar creatures. This girl's name was Sarah, and she was important to him, but he could not remember why. A brief image of her in a silvery white dress flickered in his failing memory, she looked so beautiful. He remembered that he danced with her and sang her a song about falling in love.

'Is she my mate?' The white owl wondered. He had a strong feeling that girl named Sarah was indeed his mate.

When the owl saw her smiling, he decided that she was very beautiful, and he felt his heart flutter at the sight. He decided that he would do something incredibly romantic for his mate, something that will prove his love for her. He would give her a nice juicy lizard or a scrumptious fat rat.

'Beautiful girls like lizards and rats, right? Of course they do, everyone loves food.' The now lovesick owl thought.

For some reason looking at her made his heart ache, and so he flew away from the girl to find a romantic gift for her. He tried to remember more about the girl named Sarah, but he could not. The lonely white owl could not remember anything else nor could he even remember if he had a name, but he did not worry about that for he had something very important to do. The lovesick owl had a very beautiful girl named Sarah to woo, preferably with a nice fat rat.

It had been months since Sarah Williams ran the labyrinth to get her baby brother back from the Goblin King. She hung out with her friends from the labyrinth often, though they were careful to keep out of her father and stepmother's sight. She still had the occasional argument with her parents, mostly her stepmother, but she was always eager to babysit Toby, which made them happy. They still got on her case about how she should go out and make some friends, but Sarah wasn't about to tell them about the many friends she made from the labyrinth. She would be carted away by men in white coats faster than she can say schizophrenia. They already think she's odd enough as it is.

Despite their differences, Sarah got along better with her stepmother, and they were even starting to bond. Sarah knew Karen only nagged her because she cared, and that at least her stepmother stuck around to be a mother. Her mother, Linda, chose to chase her dreams rather than be a mother. It was an irresponsible and selfish thing to do to a child, and Sarah only realized this after she almost did the same to her brother. She was too enraptured by her glamourous life with her equally glamourous new boyfriend to realize what her mother's dreams had cost her. Linda cared for her daughter, and she was a good friend. But not a mother, and a mother was what Sarah needed. In a twisted way she had to thank the Goblin King for her invaluable insight. For if it weren't for him she probably would've grown up to be just as selfish and irresponsible as her mother.

This of course didn't mean she liked him. 'If I ever see that glittery fey psychopath again, I'm gonna beat him senseless with Granny William's frying pan, the really big cast iron one.' She thought angrily as she was scrubbing something sticky off her window. She scrubbed harder as she pretended the sticky substance was his face.

Sarah was going to hold to her promise of beating up the Goblin King. She knew that he was a sore loser, a trait common in fey of any kind. She heard some pretty gruesome stories of what happened to mortals that dared to cross the 'Fair Folk'. He would be back to avenge his damaged pride and when he did, she would be ready. She had been taking fencing lessons from Sir Didymus and had been getting really good at it. She had also easily persuaded her parents to enroll her in Karate classes. Her teacher said she had a natural talent for it.

She was currently finishing cleaning up after the big Christmas party she had last night. Goblins are fun to party with, but they leave a horrible mess. Thankfully, some of her friends decided to stay behind to help clean up. She'd rather not get grounded again, like after her stepmother saw the remains of her last party. Her stepmother was a neat freak and, sometimes, she swears she had some kind of super power that allowed her to spot a speck of dirt a thousand yards away. Sarah made a gagging sound when she found something on her bed.

"Eww! Where do these dead rats keep coming from?"

Unnoticed by the girl and her friends, a certain lovesick owl hooted proudly that object of his affection discovered yet another token of his love and thought smugly to himself, 'She always screeches excitedly when she finds my presents, she must really like them!' The white owl flew off get more rats for his beloved.

For months Sarah kept finding dead rodents and lizards of all kinds either in her room or her window sill. This time it was a large foul-smelling rat. Once in a while she'd catch a glimpse of a white owl outside her window. So, maybe it was the source of her rodent problem. She put the rat in the trash bag with the rest of the confetti and paper plates that littered her room. Hoggle looked at her inquisitively, "Having a rat problem eh?"

"Yeah, more like an owl problem. There's this little white owl that's moved into the tree outside my window. I know it's him that keeps leaving the damn things in my room. What I don't know is how it keeps getting into my room. You think that maybe it's the Goblin King in owl form wreaking his terrible vengeance upon me by leaving dead rodents on my pillow?"

Her friends looked awkwardly at each other unsure how to answer her. Sarah crossed her arms and asked, "Okay guys what is it? Spill."

Hoggle looked at Sarah thoughtfully, "Well, after you kicked that ol' rat's butt, he kicked everyone out of the castle an' sealed it up tight. It wasn't long 'til this horrible cry was heard from inside an' the sound of a lot of things being broken, an' then nothing."

"Nothing?" Sarah looked at her friends curiously.

"Nothing." Hoggle said ominously.

Sir Didymus nodded with his friend and piped in, "Tis true my lady, a cry of great anguish and misery could be heard all across the land. No one has been inside the castle since. It is still sealed shut and still nothing can be heard from within to this very day. Some are even starting to say that his Majesty is dead."

Hoggle shook his head, "Bah! He ain't dead. If you asks me, I thinks that jerk is still alive, broken but alive, and plotting something big. We need to watch ourselves, especially you Sarah."

She smiled at her friends, "Don't worry guys, I'll be careful. Hey, I defeated him once, right?"

Hoggle groaned aloud, "Don't get cocky Sarah! Jareth is an animal, and an animal when wounded is at its most dangerous. You wounded him, and you'll be at the front his mind when he's finished licking his wounds. He was only bested once before and let's just say that he didn't take it so well."

Ludo lumbered over to hug Sarah, "Ludo protect Sawah!"

Sir Didymus drew his sword and took a heroic stance, "No fiend shall harm you my lady, not while we are around!"

Sarah's curiosity peaked at what Hoggle told her, "Wait a second, you mean I'm not the only one who solved his Labyrinth?"

Hoggle rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Well, no. There was one other. A mighty wizard, but everyone's heard that story. Ask any goblin and they'll tells you as long as its told out earshot of his majesty. Story goes that a long time ago Jareth took a child from a wizard. The wizard solved the labyrinth and took back the child but that wasn't the end of it."

Sarah was on the edge of her seat, "What happened next?"

Sir Didymus piped up excitedly, "I know this story my lady, I was told this story many times when I was still but a pup. What happened next was that the wizard put some kind of foul curse on his majesty and foretold a prophecy, it goes like thus: 'A maiden will come to the Labyrinth and solve it she will, and then the king's power will by love be broken and spill.' It is a nursery rhyme that anyone who has grown up in the labyrinth can tell you. I thought it a mere old wives tale until you came fair maiden."

Ludo spoke in an insistent gravely voice, "Rocks say there more!"

Hoggle scoffed, "If yous believe in what the crazy folk that wear tinfoil hats say, then there is more to the prophecy that was recorded somewhere and lost but everyone with brains knows that's a bunch of mumbo jumbo from goblins that got booted to the head too many times."

Sarah still had one question that was burning within her, "Do you guys know their names?"

Sir Didymus answered, "Why of course fair maiden! Everyone knows their names! Why, even in your world they are quite famous! The child's name was Arthur and the Wizard's name is the same name as thy dog's."

Sarah's mouth hung open in shock and she couldn't help but feel a little pride in herself, "You mean the King Arthur and the Merlin! Wow! So the only ones who kicked that glittery psychopath's ass was the Merlin and me?"

"Just remember my warning Sarah! Jareth is dangerous!" Hoggle told her sternly.

Sarah smiled at her friends and tried to alleviate their worries, "Thanks for your support guys, but I'll be fine. If something happens, I'll be sure to call."

Hoggle didn't believe her, but he let it go.

"Be sure that you do missy. Unfortunately we gots to go, the Labyrinth is dangerous after dark thanks to his royal highness slacking on the job, it's got a real bad weed problem. Remember what I said, be careful!"

"All right already, I'll be careful. I'll see you later guys!" Sarah hugged her friends one by one as they went back to the Underground through the back of her closet. She had to forbid anyone using her vanity mirror to enter her room, as the goblins kept getting footprints on her photos and in her make-up, so she made them use her closet instead. She then gathered up all the presents her friends had given her and hid them away where her parents would not find them and ask her inconvenient questions. Hoggle had gotten her an ornately carved pipe and a small pouch of some kind of Underground herb. He said it was valuable for its ability to increase one's perception and give insightful visions. However, it bore an unfortunate resemblance to an infamous and illicit plant in her world. Sir Didymus's present wasn't much better as he gave her a bottle of goblin wine then he said, "One does not give toasts with water! It is simply not done my lady!"

The goblins had gotten her what they claimed was armor but it looked more like a black leather bikini with a glittery dark cape. It looked similar to what Jareth wore the first time she saw him. It had an indention below the cups that looked similar to the pendant she saw the Goblin King wear, like that pendant was supposed to go there. When she put it on she noticed that it accentuated her curves and showed off most of her skin, but she also noticed that, "I look like a stripper!"

She changed into something that covered more and put her new 'armor' into the growing pile of gifts her parents would object to if found. She knew the goblins meant well, they wanted her to look like what they thought was queenly, after all look at their king. The man dressed so obscenely, those pants didn't hide much. It took all her will power telling him that his labyrinth was 'a piece of cake' to his face instead of his crotch. The goblins always called her 'Queenie' and they said she was their queen now, and she didn't question it further. She incorrectly concluded, 'I guess the goblin crown is my prize for solving the Labyrinth or something. Makes sense I guess, a lot of countries change leaders by kicking the previous ruler's ass.'

Ludo's present stood out from the others as it was not questionable nor obviously illicit in nature, though, unsurprisingly it was a rock that he found. Well, two rocks actually. It used to be one rock, but it broke. It was a lovely piece of some kind quartz, about the size of her fist. It looked like it was cleanly sliced in half, one half was dark and smokey, and the other was milky white. Separate, they roughly looked like wolves, but if she put the two pieces together, it resembled a heart. Ludo sadly told her, "Pretty rock broke."

The pretty rock was indeed broken, or at least, the lighter half was. It had multiple scratches on it, but the dark half of the rock hardly had any damage. It looked as if the two wolf-like rocks had battled each other and the dark one had won. It reminded her of a story that Granny Williams once told her. It was about how two wolves lived inside all of us. They constantly battled each other for dominance. One was evil and one was good. The one that won was the one you fed. As she looked at the two wolves, it looked like the good one didn't get fed much. Sarah put the wolf shaped rocks on her bookshelf, which was in need of a pair of bookends. "These will do just fine," she smiled.

Sarah noticed that her dog, Merlin, had something in his mouth. Sarah immediately pried it from him, afraid it was something toxic for the dog. It was a box. It was expertly wrapped in red and green wrapping paper, the tag said, 'To Sarah'. She assumed it was from one her parents or aunts and uncles. The dog wagged his tail happily as Sarah unwrapped the box, inside was a plain burlap sack. "A sack!? What kind of stupid gift is this? Well, I guess I can use this to hide the Underground weed in."

When she put Hoggle's gifts in the plain sack, she noticed its weight had not changed. She placed her other questionable gifts in it, gifts that looked far too large to fit in the small sack. It all fit, and the sack still felt light as a feather. She took the gifts out and her suspicions were confirmed, "It's bigger on the inside. I've got myself a magic sack! I guess it's not from my parents. I don't know who gave this to me, but I'm keeping it." She bent down and patted Merlin on the head. He wagged his tail.

She put the gifts that might ground her into her new magic sack, and hid it under her bed. She then went to bed and promptly fell asleep blissfully unaware that she would not see any of her friends for a long time.

Author's Notes: For those of you who are still a little confused by what's happened to Jareth, I'll admit that creation of those things was inspired by one of Jim Henson's other works: Dark Crystal. In case you are also wondering, I got the magic sack idea from one of Jim Henson's other works, The Storyteller, it's from the episode The Soldier and Death. If you haven't seen either The Storyteller, or Dark Crystal then what are you waiting for?! Go watch them! They're awesome! Also thank so much for reading this, reviews would be much appreciated. ::Hint Hint:: (Editing Note: fixed a paragraph in the owl!Jareth scene, thanks CandyXDaXNeko for pointing it out. This author really needs a new beta.)