Somethings are worth waiting for….
This is my first ever Labyrinth Fanfic ? please be kind ❤ rated M for obvious reasons later on.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF JIM HENSONS CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING FROM THE LABYRINTH ?
He loved her. Before he even knew of her, he loved her on some unconscious level. He Yearned for her, Heart, Body and Soul. His Blood boiled for her. He would have her, she would be his and he would be hers, forever, eternally. He would do anything for her, move the stars for her, die for her. He knew he would have to be patient, he knew he would have to wait. He would but would still be there for her in ways she wouldn't know. He wouldn't have to wait forever even though that wasn't long at all. After all, something's are worth waiting for...
It had all started after a particular unpleasant day where most of his subjects in the throne room had gotten into his private supply of goblin wine, drunk it all dry then proceeded to trash his throne room. After punishing them all he took flight, needing to be away from all the chaos for a while. He could hear the goblins still hiccupping from the bog as he flew away towards the divide between the Underground and the Aboveground. Closing his eyes, he let instinct and the air currents take over until he landed on a wooden fence. Hmmm, he thought, this is a tranquil spot. He stayed on the fence for what felt like hours, until it had grown dark then he flew back to his castle. I must remember that place for the next time I need peace and quiet, he that's what he did. He must have visited the peaceful little park 100 times and never finding anything other than peace and quiet, until that day. The day of the storm.
He was relaxing on the wooden fence as usual when he saw a sudden flash of brown and cream out of his peripheral vision. Turning his head towards the movement, he saw nothing. He moved his gaze towards the stone bridge across a quaint river. Then he heard her. "Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered…" Her voice felt like a bolt of lightning had pierced his heart. Searching frantically, he saw a girl. Not just any girl, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon. Slender, with just a hint of womanly curves appearing with long, chestnut brown hair piled up high so it showed a lot of her slender, cream skinned neck and face. It was the eyes that really got him though: Emerald pools with hidden spark and fire. Her beauty put even the most stunning of Fae women to shame. As he watched her she seemed to be struggling with something. Giving up, she pulled a small, red leather-bound book from the pocket of her cream dress. He recognized it instantly. It was his story or, rather, the prophecy about him that was told hundreds of years ago…the prophecy that, until now, he never thought would happen.
Just when he as contemplating changing his form to approach her, she muttered those words. "You have no power over me ". Stricken still, he felt his heart break slightly. Just then a thunder clap sounded loudly overhead and a heavy downpour followed instantly after. The girl started to run with a dog following so he pursued her. "Oh, it's not fair "she cried shrilly. No, he thought bitterly, it is not fair. She ran and ran until she came to a house in a built-up area and went inside. He took shelter in a nearby tree. As he waited for the storm to pass he did something that he had never done before. He made a wish. What happened next felt like a whirlwind to him, even though it was actually shy of 13 hours.
As the prophecy foretold, she called for him to take the baby. He obliged. She changed her mind. He faltered, but only slightly. He had a reputation the uphold, she had expectations of him, high though they were. She took the challenge, ignoring his first offer. He watched her, his love growing for her by the second until he felt like he might choke on it. She maneuvered her way through The Labyrinth, albeit with help. He tried again to offer himself to her again, this time through a dream from an enchanted peach. He watched her trying to find him between the dancers and party goers. Even though one of his subjects dared to whisper to him " she's too good for you " as he drew near her, he still swept her up into his arms to dance the night away, knowing his subjects words to be true. He serenaded her with all his promises to her but even that did not work. So, she continued the challenge.
By the time she breeched the castle he knew exactly what he was going to do and say to win her heart and her hand. But once again, she refused. She won the challenge but not the ultimate prize. She left, returning Aboveground with her baby brother and his heart. For the next 10 years, he watched her and in time, he saw that she had been right to refuse him. Even though he had the appearance of a 30-year-old in her eyes, he was, in reality , pushing 3,000. She had been merely a child then but over the years he watched her grow into a mature young woman. Beyond beautiful before, she was now too stunning for words.
He had watched her complete her schooling and then she had taken higher education. He watched, with jealous fury, as suitor after suitor came into her life but never got far enough for him to want to kill them, only slightly maim for daring to press their lips against hers, to caress her when it should be him and only him. He watched her as she struggled after her education to find a job, having to finally submit herself to something way below her: retail. She should be a Queen, for gods sake! He watched her as she grew more miserable each day, especially when she had to work with the sleaze ball Markus.
How he wanted to rip his throat out for daring to eye her up like a piece of meat, for daring to make her feel uncomfortable. No one should be making her feel inferior without her consent, he watched her as she shrunk further into herself, cutting herself off from the world ( he knew she didn't talk to her friends from the Underground anymore, for some unknown reason ) except for family occasions and the one friend she seemed to have that was always by her side. This contented him somewhat to see that someone cared nearly as much as he did for her. He knew that this friend had no romantic intentions towards her.
He watched her as he felt that someday soon, he would be with her again. After all, somethings are worth waiting for…and the wait was almost over.
End of chapter 1
Please be kind to me, this is my first attempt and I'm hoping it will get the approval from the greats ( you know who you are )