A Tribute to the Scribe.
(Jim Henson has full rights to this.. I just borrowed the idea.)
I've followed PaisleyRose's stories over the years, from childhood to adulthood, and now I have something that I hope she will read, for her own enjoyment.
That is the reason I wrote this story.
Time begins slowly a single circle that continued until things escalated beyond what they had been before. From the moment of memory had they been the spinners of this entangled element, and even as it began they became entrenched within the story that it started to spin.
They being the beginning, and yet beyond it; not creators but those that simply watched beyond the scope of its making and outside of the makers scope of reality. In this place beyond our world, that came into being without time and outside of it was where this circle of things and the moments cascading through it began.
The creator had no power outside of his creation, and thus began drifting into his own series of dreams, and these dreams became the life that started our world. The galaxy had her own scope of things to mend and create so this one little part of the existance of things had its own story to tell. From these dreams the creatures started to spin their own understandings and their image changed from time into time... until some of them become so wrapped into the dreams that were this world they became a part of it, and thus lost their place outside of time itself.
These beings truly split from their own when a creature started walking upon the land that was similar in form to them, or on they liked to hold. This being worshipped and reviered those that wandered into their world. And they the holders of time became complacent and remained with those two legged beings.
Time passed and their powers dwindled.. before it was too late for them to realize what had happened. Each one of these few discovered the truth, they could not stop the passage of time now from ravaging their own forms. They were aging, and then they learned how to create more of their own kind, for in the beginning they had taken the forms of these two legged creatures but only as the stronger of the two.. males.
Females of the short lived spieces could be used to repopulate their numbers, and over time the origins of what they had been was forgotten, and these their offspring hid away in the strange lands that were a part and yet appart from the world.
That is how in the scope of things, those we call the fae came to exist. That is also how the powers we know ceased to interact with our lives... it is also how one such pocket of existance came into being, the magic as we call it or power of these beings warping the world around them creating small kingdoms hidden form the naked eye.
That is how.. after thousands of years though these creatures had long sinced stopped interacting with humans in one kingom of this place beyond the mists came into power with the Goblins, and their King.
The kingdom being one of the last still connected to the ancient power of time, and its young king, watched the world of man with speculative eyes. Long since forgetting how it all began, but curious as ever as to why these small beings with little to no power still held the dominant place upon the world.
He remembered the one he had called father, now seated upon the throne in another realm; the greatest of them all, and perhaps the eldest. His queen a bright star, but not the young male's mother. No he was a product of something else another chance happenstance here within this kingdom. The need to keep the lines and powers strong the male that was his father had abandoned him here where his mother had sat. Among these races after all, power was more important, and love was thing all but unknown forgotten in the trials of keeping the race alive.
He had never met the one that had birthed him. He had always been here among those like himself, dark dismal but a part of things that he understood. Young females had come across his home, but he had entertained none of them, despite the call for his duty to be done. Like the old ways of mankind, they kept to the castles and the ways of the serf and master. Ladies had come to his home... and expected a warm welcome; perhaps a marriage of state to keep borders settled.
That wasn't how things worked here in this place, it was older than that and things formed and unformed like dreams; here time was fragmented and the youth could travel to his childhood whenever he liked... just by passing through a part of the twisted maze that made up the kingdom.
This was where thing had begun. Here things changed as they were needed, as he was needed and a legend that had always been and always would be remained. This was the Labyrinth the place where it had all started. Once a garden of untold beauty.. now a twisted place of dangerous beauty, but the wild eyed one could see the delight here.
Time passed and he wasn't lonely, he had the small creatures that laughed and danced with him, and then he learned another duty that of the call that came that prompted him to take another shape one that delighted him and gave him new power. Flight and freedom into the world outside of the place he called home.
From this excursion he learned to be a trickster and a game player, and earned the right to take the youth of those poor pitiful creatures home. If he won the game he gained another playmate. Another twisted creature that was happier in the labyrinth than it had been at home.
Some became goblins, some faeries... all some magical creature that needed the labyrinth to survive. He had no control over that, what the heart of the won children desired they became, and that was the way this place worked. His power was that over it, controlling it and working with it, to make things what they should be.
And so this continued for time until time ended.. Era after Era of mankind, and his kingdom grew, larger and larger its scope changing into something else that had never been. Creeping ever outward till the borders reached the mist itself. As time passed so did the youth change, for though unaging his mind grew and his needs did as well. When he required knowlege the labyrinth provided opening the liberaries of the world and all the great works that his own people and that had been collected over the ages appeared.
So he learned the magics of Merlin, and the works of Shakesphere. He followed the life of Arthur as it began and ended... and he became a scholar.
When the armies of the other kingdoms threatened his borders the Labyrinth provided a general, in the form of an old knight who had once seated at the tables of kings in the older days... he was granted the form of a fox, and became the guardian of the kingdom, and under his rule of the goblin army the war was won.
The young king elder now was given everything he needed to survive, so it is little wonder than he became a cruel and rather spoiled monarch? Yet Canny and quick minded, calous and incapable of any true feeling at all.
And when after a thousand years he began to yearn for company other than the children he stole away in the night... was it any surprise that the Labyrinth again provided? In the form of a dreaming child... who in thought and deed was just like the Monarch himself?
Of course she provided... he was her son after all.