-Author Note: This is an idea that popped into my head in the wee hours of the night. Having wanting to write a Labyrinth fanfic in quite a while, I proceeded to write this chapter out, being purposely ominous and suspenseful.
I will say this only once, since I will get tired of typing it often:
Labyrinth belongs to Henson, Lucas, Froud, and all of the other people who worked on this kooky movie.
In a plane of existence that was neither in the Aboveground nor the Underground, a fire burned, casting long shadows into the room that it was in.
The long shadows belonged to various items, such as bookshelves filled with tomes of forgotten lore, scrolls of magic spells written in languages that no living mortal knows, and books detailing beings that once existed, but no longer exist; a cauldron that has held potions and brews that could cure and curse the drinker at once; shelves that hold ingredients to potions and brews; and a crystal ball that glowed a pale grey.
A door opened, and casually walking into the room was a woman with scraggly long black hair. Her body was covered in bandages, in such a way that no skin ever showed. Her eyes and mouth were, like her skin, covered. She wore a robe that had clearly been worn for a few centuries.
She walked towards the bookshelf and grabbed a small red book, which had the word 'Labyrinth' in gold letters on the cover. She leafed through the book, skimming through the story as though she was looking for a particular paragraph. Her skimming stopped as she pointed to the paragraph that was evidently important to her. The woman quickly closed the book and moved toward the fire.
She grabbed a handful of a strange greenish powder, which she tossed into the fire. The fire roared and turned a royal purple hue, while the woman started chanting something in a language that the writer of this fanfiction is incapable of typing. The flames then alternated between bright crimson and sky blue. The woman took the book and dropped it into the flames. Instead of burning, as what usually happens to most books that are dropped into flames, this small red book instead disappeared, leaving no trace.
The strange woman smiled that sort of smile that suggests that whatever plan she has had just been set in motion, which indeed it had. She had successfully insured that two people from two worlds could meet, and that the two people's destinies were now intertwined together.
-Another note: If you see any error, whether it's grammatical or otherwise, please inform me.