Synopsis: From old Fae legend, it is true that a young girl stole the heart of the Goblin King, and from then on was linked to the Labyrinth for all eternity. But what happens when she turns away from that life, and tries to live a normal one? What will happen to the Labyrinth as a new threat makes an appearance? And what will it take to get Morigan back to her dreams?
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction on this site, please be kind! I really didn't want to do a story with an OFC, but things change I suppose. :D Please enjoy and R:R 3
Chapter 1:
"I wish to meet the Goblin King right now…"
Rain hit the windshield heavily, making the venture out of the car most unpleasant. Morigan stared out the rain-covered windshield, her warm psychology building almost laughing at her in the distance. To add to any other stresses to her life as of late, the rain was no help. She sighed deeply, almost reluctantly.
Although, everyday Morigan resented going to class, today was no exception. In fact, if she had to pick any day to be absent, it would have been today. If she had not already missed two classes from being sick, twenty one year old Morigan would have turned the car back on and sped away. Yet today, she had to face with her head high.
Last time in her beginner Psychology class, Professor Hernandez asked his students to be prepared to talk about any previous dreams they've had for today's class. He wished to take apart students dreams and tell them from a psychologists point what they could mean. Morigan wasn't embarrassed to tell her dreams… it's just for the passed six years… she hadn't. It seemed as though in the passed six years, she was banned from dreaming.
Morigan could remember beautiful dreams that she once had. Those dreams were memories of adventures; wonderful adventures in an unknown land not normally seen by humans. From the time she was seven, until she turned fifteen, Morigan was a guest of the Underground. From hearing stories from her Father, Morigan once wished herself away to meet the Goblin King for a day.
These were adventures she'd kill to have again. Even though never returning was her very own doing. The day her Father died, Morigan decided it was time to grow up and living in such fantasies. She had to stop living in the Underground, she had to forget about the Labyrinth, the Fae, she had to forget about the Goblins, and most of all… Jareth.
Morigan looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was ten forty; she had to be to class in five minutes. "Crap…" She pulled her sweatshirt hood over her head, tightening the strings for a snug fit. Grabbing her books, Morigan quickly exited the car, running to the building that couldn't have been farther.
As Morigan entered the building, she shook off her books and removed her hood. Her shoes squeaking and echoing throughout the hallway as she went to the elevator, pushing the 'Up' button. Within a few moments the doors opened, Morigan stepping inside alone to her relief. She pressed her head against the side of the elevator after pressing the button for the fifth floor.
Her thoughts trailed to her childhood, and everything that had happened in those eight years. The thought broke her heart as she reminisced older memories. Her fondest memory was playing in the gardens with Derryk, Sayne, and Jareth. Derryk and Sayne were Jareth's right hand men and were always willing to play. She remembered one day she pretended to be a knight with Sayne as they fought the evil warlock Jareth to save princess Derryk. Jareth and Sayne always got a kick out of Derryk's character it seemed. She smiled as she remembered tackling Jareth and saving the princess. As happy as the memories were, they only brought heartache and misery to Morigan.
The elevator door opened causing Morigan to snap back into reality. She exited the elevator with pure reluctance as she headed to her Psychology class.
Professor Hernandez smiled coyly as he looked from student to student. "Who would like to tell us about their dreams first, hm?" The room was silent as the grave, some students slouching and avoiding eye contact. Professor Hernandez admired Morigan for her hard work and her knowledge in Psychology and Philosophy. To put it nicely, she was the class favorite. "Morigan, please. Enlighten us with a recent dream."
Morigan's face was wiped of all color as she avoided eye contact with her eager Professor. "Um, well…" She stammered. "To be honest, I haven't had a dream in a really long time Professor."
Professor Hernandez's smile faded slightly, yet just enough for Morigan to notice the disappointment. "You've had dreams, you just can't remember them is all." He turned his attention to another student. "Adam, your dreams."
Morigan was embarrassed for disappointing her Professor, but it was true. She really hadn't had a dream in so long; it seemed impossible to dream at this point.
The breeze was gentle this very evening. The sky had a purple tint to it as the wild haired blond sat on the balcony of his home. Jareth had conjured a crystal, playing with it in his right hand as he stared into oblivion. There was a knock at his chamber door, causing the Goblin King to sigh. "Enter." He said simply.
The door opened, allowing two Fae's to enter. The first to enter was the King's noble advisor, Sayne. His shaggy brown hair bounced as he moved closer to Jareth. "Your Majesty." He bowed as Jareth turned to look at them both.
The other Fae, Derryk, a General of the Goblin army bowed as well; his short black hair messy and sticking up from most likely his helmet. "Majesty."
Jareth smirked slightly. These Fae were his closest of friends, and it still made him laugh when they were formal. "Sayne, Derryk. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" His voice was smooth.
"We heard news from the other Goblins." Derryk started.
"So you can't hide anything from us."
Jareth looked at them coldly as he turned away. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"The Goblins are spreading rumors that you're very… distant today. What's wrong Jareth?" Derryk asked, dropping all formalities.
Jareth sighed. "It's nothing definite."
"Well what might be wrong?" Sayne pressed on.
Jareth kept his eyes fixed to the sky. "The sky tonight, look how unusual."
The Fae stepped forward, looking out beyond the Goblin City. "It's purple…" Sayne murmured.
"You know what that means." Jareth, now looking at both the men, saw their faces drop with concern.
"Someone important is coming...Old Blood?" Sayne said.
"Or an invasion." Derryk looked at the King, seeing no emotions on his face, making him impossible to read.
"If it was an invasion, we would have seen more signs." Sayne said with certainty. "You know that Derryk."
"And Old Blood, the Labyrinth would have showed us who by now." Derryk glared coldly at Sayne.
"Gentlemen, either way. It's too soon to tell." Jareth conjured another crystal, once again playing with it, almost nervously.
"Oh…no… you're Majesty." Sayne's eyes opened wide. "You don't think the Old Blood is…?"
Derryk caught on. "Jareth, no. Don't do this to yourself."
"It is possible. But not to worry Gentleman, I will not fret too much over the matter of…" Jareth stopped before her name was mentioned. He couldn't even bring himself to say it…
"You need to accept Jareth, she might never come back." Sayne comforted his friend.
"The Labyrinth seems to think someone important is coming, and since we are connected in so many ways, who's to say it's not her?" Jareth looked back at the sky. "It's someone important to the Labyrinth, and she is…" He looked at the Fae's once more. "Well you know what she is…"
Sayne looked down. "Just don't put all your faith in this…"
Jareth took the crystal in his hand, clutching it tightly before throwing it hard off the balcony. It shattered mid air to produce a few dazzling fireworks. The colors were magnificent for such small magic. "My faith, whether I like it or not, will always be in the hands of that girl."
