Hello beloved readers! This is my first story on Fanficton so I'm really hoping for a good response. I'm willing to take any and all suggestions. This piece is going to be mostly suspense from Sarah's POV, so I'm incorporating a lot of humor and sarcasm to fit her voice. The more feedback I get, the more I will add so don't be shy!
~Yours,
MitternachtxEngel
Chapter One: A Maiden Picks Flowers
The first thing that hit me was the smell. The smell of earth and stone, ancient and strong. The smell of the Labyrinth did stay, for a time, with anyone who had been there. Thus, what really confirmed the identity behind that smell was the sweet, underlying sent of peaches. Misplaced, rebellious, and completely intoxicating. I fought the urge to open a window.
"Good morning class." That smooth, melt in your mouth accent entered the room as he did, and it sent unwelcome chills down my spine. His hair was shorter, barely brushing his shoulders, still ash blonde and layered to sharp, pointed tips. The cracks at the corners of his mismatched eyes and mouth suggested he was in his thirties. His leather jacket a mockery of the ones he sported in the Labyrinth, with thin lapels, a short, popped collar, and a hem that cut off at the top of his all revealing jeans rather than his natural waist. His pendant dangled in front of a white, V-neck T-shirt that hardly mimicked the romance of his usual poet shirts, and his heavy boots barely graced his toned calves. Everything about him was a watered down version of his true majesty, designed to fit the bland standards of modern day society.
"My name is Jared King." In a script far more elegant and practiced than any teacher could ever dream to accomplish, Jareth scrolled the alias on the black board.
"You will address me as King." Jareth swept gracefully into his throne of a swivel chair and propped his boots on the desk, long legs crossed over each other, gloved hands folded on his lap in a perfect image of repressed power.
"Welcome to Mythology." A truly enchanting smile that screamed 'I eat children like you for breakfast' spread across his angled face and every soul in the room instantly froze, as if you dared to move he would undoubtedly spot his next target. Despite my own looming-and far more justified-fear, I was forced to swallow a chuckle. The effect he had was entirely beautiful. A king that could silence a kingdom with a mere flash of teeth, and he was posing as a 12th grade Mythology teacher.