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[August 20] [Labyrinth] No Power Over Me
Title: No Power Over Me
Day/Theme: August 20/Alhambra
Series: Labyrinth
Character: Sarah
Rating: G
Sarah smiled down at the book in her hands. The cover was old and worn, the pages yellowed and nearly falling out in places. Not the signs of mishandling, but of many readings, of travelling to school and back in her bag for days, of nights spent sharing its owner's bed when she'd fallen asleep to dream of the world it described.
And now it was joining its fellow much-beloved books in a cardboard box bound for the attic.
For years and years, her dreams had been of palaces, of twisting mazes and places that couldn't be reached save by magic. They had become nearly sacred in her mind, somehow more real and far more wonderful than the world around her. She'd lived in these books.
But now that she really had lived out a story of her own, she had realized something. The Underground, the mazes, the castle, these were all wonderful places, yes. But there was nothing there that made them any more meaningful than the world she lived in from day to day - nothing except for the meaning that she had attached to them over the years of reading these books so lovingly. Adventure. Noble causes. True frienship. Good against Evil. Things that gave meaning to life, things that could be found in a wonderful far-away land that could only be reached by magic.
But not only there. It had taken travelling to that far-away land to show it to her: the qualities that she so loved and so yearned for, they had nothing to do with places. They had everything to do with her. The castles, the mazes? They were just scenery. Wonderful, yes. But she didn't need them to find the adventure she wanted.
Jareth would probably disagree, she realized. Sarah smiled as she tossed the last book into the cardboard box. He really needed to grow up!
Day/Theme: August 20/Alhambra
Series: Labyrinth
Character: Sarah
Rating: G
Sarah smiled down at the book in her hands. The cover was old and worn, the pages yellowed and nearly falling out in places. Not the signs of mishandling, but of many readings, of travelling to school and back in her bag for days, of nights spent sharing its owner's bed when she'd fallen asleep to dream of the world it described.
And now it was joining its fellow much-beloved books in a cardboard box bound for the attic.
For years and years, her dreams had been of palaces, of twisting mazes and places that couldn't be reached save by magic. They had become nearly sacred in her mind, somehow more real and far more wonderful than the world around her. She'd lived in these books.
But now that she really had lived out a story of her own, she had realized something. The Underground, the mazes, the castle, these were all wonderful places, yes. But there was nothing there that made them any more meaningful than the world she lived in from day to day - nothing except for the meaning that she had attached to them over the years of reading these books so lovingly. Adventure. Noble causes. True frienship. Good against Evil. Things that gave meaning to life, things that could be found in a wonderful far-away land that could only be reached by magic.
But not only there. It had taken travelling to that far-away land to show it to her: the qualities that she so loved and so yearned for, they had nothing to do with places. They had everything to do with her. The castles, the mazes? They were just scenery. Wonderful, yes. But she didn't need them to find the adventure she wanted.
Jareth would probably disagree, she realized. Sarah smiled as she tossed the last book into the cardboard box. He really needed to grow up!