'In a world where nothing is as it seems someone that should not have been forgotten…Was lost.'
Disclaimer: So if I actually owned Labrinth or anything to do with it I'd be making a movie and getting rich instead of being poor and dissatisfied with the 80's version…But alas for us meager Labrinth (and Goblin King) lovers, I do not. The movie is what it is. We're all addicted and I own nothing but the stuff in my room. Heck this computer isn't even mine, it's my brothers! (How sad is that?? T_T) So Jim and Co..Koodos on snapping up such a wonderful thing as the Labby, I would've if I'd been alive then (or had money) which I have neither of. So great job, you rock (even if I hated the puppets) and please please don't sue me. That whole 'poor' thing means I wouldn't be able to protect myself from your shark-like lawyers…So I don't own anything but the idea, which is worth as much as you've paid for it (which is nothing).
Prologue – 10 Years Later…
The smell of ozone permeated the air. The darkness was so thick you wouldn't have been able to see your hand in front of your face. The ground shook as thunder rolled across the sky, followed by lightning.
As lightning split the sky a young woman whimpered in sleep. Images flashed through her sleeping mind, gone as fast as they'd come. Swirling together into a mass of color and sound and smell so indistinguishable it had become a kaleidoscope of sensory input; searing through her mind leaving behind a burning, stabbing pain numbing her even as it tore her mind apart.
Thunder and lightning boomed at once as she bolts upright screaming. So consumed by her nightmare so stuck in that world of pain that she hasn't been paying attention to her surroundings resulting in her falling out of the bed and is now staring at the ceiling panting and trying to catch her breath. Dear Lord! Not again! She thought desperately. Why isn't it getting any better? I thought those pills were supposed to be helping!
Standing she makes her way to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet she pulled out a bottle of pills contempt written on her face. What's the use of having you if you don't do anything? Useless that's what you are, just like your brethren. Looking up she put the bottle amongst the other bottles, there are about 15 different kinds of sleeping medications in her medicine cabinet; none of which worked. She gripped the sides of the sink sagging under the weight of her desperation and fear.
Taking a deep breath she looks up to see her reflection in the mirror. There looking back at her was a young woman. Her 25th birthday was in a couple of weeks and she'd gotten this new prescription in an effort to get rid of the bruises, dark circles, under her emerald green eyes. Her skin had taken on a pale white appearance. She looked like a ghost of herself. She didn't even recognize herself; she'd lost so much weight.
Turning around she went left and went into her studio. Pulling out a sketchbook she started to try to make sense of her latest dream. Sketching the bits that stood out and forming a picture. Not that it does me any good she thought grimly it's just another wasted effort, one more thing to haunt me.
You see tonight was different. Tonight wasn't just any other night; it was special. Tonight was an anniversary, a very special one. Tonight was the anniversary of the night she'd won back a baby boy. The 10th anniversary since she'd come back from beating the Labrinth and it was only the beginning.
So….I know I always said I would never be one of those people who're all 'hey I'm new be nice' and all…But…Umm…Well…I'm new and this is the first time I've ever let someone read a story of mine, much less finished one (which I intend to do – don't worry) and I'd really REALLY love you forever and ever (and appreciate it) so let me know what you think. My baby's new and all, and probably sounds better in my head but beggars can't be choosers and all that, so leave me some love and I'll give you a gold star and a cookie! See? You get something out of this too! Aren't I nice??...