Title: Labyrinth: Keeper of the Labyrinth

Author: Jedidanny
Genre: Action-adventure, romance

Rating: PG to PG-13

Summary: It has been many years since Jareth's downfall against Sara, but he has not yet given up hope. The Keeper of the Labyrinth has been born, and Jareth will do anything to make sure this Keeper and true heir to Labyrinth's throne does not become ruler…or if they do, they become the Dark Ruler of the Kingdom…R&R!

Characters: All originals, except for Jareth and –maybe- a few others from the movie.

A/N: Labyrinth does not belong to me, although I wish it did. :-D It belongs to Jim Henson, George Lucas…and one other person. Forget his name. Anyway! Labyrinth rocks, so no flaming. I have some pretty cool ideas for this thing. R&R, tell me what you think!

Prologue

Sixteen Years Earlier

The white owl soared through the night sky, the deep blue eyes searching below for his prey to feast on; perhaps a mouse, or rabbit. Yes, that sounded good. This night was no different from any other night for this creature of the night. He didn't expect it to be.

A sound hit his ears as a high pitched scream was heard not too far from where the owl flew. His head turned toward the sound and his wings began to bring him downwards toward the dark forest below.

The owl flew through the forest as quick as lightening, finding his way toward the sound that rang through his invisible ears. If the sound was what he thought it was, it would mean only one thing: an heir, the true heir to the LabyrinthKingdom, had been born.

The creature landed on the low branch of a tree outside the window of a small cottage in a clearing, his eyes looking within. The shadows of candles danced along the walls, and inside was the man he despised most out of anyone.

The man within the cottage bent down by the bed his wife lay in to take the child in her arms and cradle her in his own. The child had the same blood rose locks of hair as her father, and they had the same, deep mysteriousness, as though the child knew something they did not. The child turned her head toward the window and saw the creature looking in, but did not cry, nor make any other sound. The gaze drifted away as her tiny hands found something new to entertain her in the form of something hanging from her fathers' neck.

The owl screeched wildly in rage as he recognized the key that the child played with, his wings flapping through the air madly. It was he who had taken the key, so important to the kingdom it was. Damn him . . . he would pay, with his life and child.

The owl took off from the branch and flew into the night, rage coursing through his body as he began to form a plan in his mind. Yes, revenge would be is.