AN: This is a little different. Just a flow of thought that I need opinions on. Should I turn this into a full story, or just let it rest? Remember that I don't own anything except for the idea. Labyrinth belongs to Jim Henson.
Who am I? Once I was a love giver. I gave freely of my joy, friendship, and my love. I felt so greatly blessed in love that I wanted to share with everyone. But the world is a cruel place. It has no room for joy or love. I was taught this lesson from many people. Some were honest in their hate and shoved me away immediately. Some were devious and would invite me in, to feel part of the group, before mocking me and throwing me away.
As I learned the lessons of hate, I held parts of myself back. No longer would I give all, but I still had love to share. So, I again went out, this time to find the love-lonely and share with those who surely would appreciate it.
These lessons were even harder. Those without love do not crave it, they wish only to destroy and make those who love twice as miserable as themselves. Bitterly they ripped at me causing blood to flow. So little of me was left, I only had one last try in me. This time I would be wise, I would find a love giver like myself who had been torn. I would love them back to health and in doing so, heal myself.
This was far worse. I did find one as broken as I, the bond between us quickly became deep. Together we shared the pain of loneliness, the desire to be part of a larger whole. As we grew together and healed each other I became excited. This was what I could do, how I could share my blessings. Soon however I found that much had changed. My friend would only take what was wanted at that moment. At first, it was small, a shoving away of any offered part that did not fit the current need. But it grew until I was being thrown away in large chunks because I could not offer what was demanded. I cried and begged but nothing mattered. I was no longer useful so I had to be disposed of.
That is how I came to be living here at the edge of Goblin City. I was not born a citizen of the land so I am not at home. I was not wished away, so there is no one to run the Labyrinth to save me. I am just one more piece of thrown away in a vast sea of throw-aways.
Some would call this a trash dump, but I spend my days seeing treasures that were cast aside. I collect them and wait for others to see their true worth as I do. Perhaps I have found what you are looking for? I collect many treasures, let us look together and see.
Who am I?
Why, I am the Thrown Away.