Author's Hello: Déjà vu? You may have seen this story before… No worries! I am rewriting this story! I first started Within You, Without You when I was twenty years old and my writing skills were not so great but, the story was pretty good! A lot of people liked it, however, I never finished it. I came back to finish it but, I realized, there were a lot of things I wanted to fix. So, here we are! Rewrite!
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Without further delay… here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, just my OC's, which there are a lot of them!
I wish to meet the Goblin King... right now.
Rain hit the windshield of the 2009 Chevy impala swift and harsh. It was a miserable, cloudy day as Morigan sat in that same 2009 Chevy impala parked in the puddle ridden lot. In the distance, the warm building where her class resided, taunted her. There was no way to avoid being soaked to the bone; not this time.
That was not Morigan's biggest concern, however. The rain felt more of a small nuisance compared to what awaited her in Professor Hernandez's Psych class. If Morigan had not already missed three classes for unexcused absences; today would have been a day she would have gladly skipped. If only she were that lucky as she continued to stare down 'Hall H'.
Last class, Professor Hernandez asked Morigan and her fellow classmates of Psych Masters 2B to record their dreams for analysis. He planned to pick apart their dreams to show how they can be interpreted. While this seemed like a meaningless task for anyone, Morigan had a bigger problem. In six years, she hadn't had a single dream. There was no exaggeration either, Morigan had stopped dreaming. At the age of twenty-four, this no longer bothered the girl. Who would be bothered by something seemingly trivial? However, on a day like today where she was expected to recite her dream in her Masters Psychology class... it mattered.
Morigan could remember a time where her dreams were wild and vivid; always telling a story in unique and beautiful ways. Yet, on her eighteenth birthday, Morigan saw a horrible sight in her dream. She saw her beloved Father passing away. From that night forward, Morigan stopped dreaming. For six years, Morigan was a dreamless sleeper and she preferred it that way.
There was more to it, she figured. A lot had happened around her eighteenth birthday. Her father had grown ill a few weeks before, then once the dream happened, Morigan decided it was time to grow up and stop living in the fantasy world she loved so much. Morigan had to stop visiting the Underground.
Morigan sighed, biting her lip as she put the hood of her sweatshirt over her head; grabbed her text book and held it close to her chest. "Here goes nothing." She muttered to the empty car before forcing herself to exit the safety of the vehicle. Morigan slammed the car door with force and ran for the building in the distance, her body soaked and dripping by the time she reached the main entrance.
She could feel rain dripping into her shoes as she tried to shake off whatever she could in the lobby of Hall H. It seemed hopeless, really but, worth a valiant effort. Morigan looked at her text book, noting the damage on the edges of the pages. "Fantastic." She groaned before heading for the elevator, her shoes squeaking as they made contact with the floor.
With the stress of her recent assignment in class, Morigan found herself these past few days thinking of the Underground. It was hard not to. From the time Morigan was seven, until she turned eighteen, Morigan was a guest of the magical land called The Underground. Her Father had told her stories of this magical place and taught her of all the many creatures, the Labyrinth and even about the Goblin King.
Because of this, Morigan had wished herself to the Labyrinth for a visit. As told by her father, as long as her wish was made known that she was not there for a permanent residence, she would always be able to return home. Of course, the seven year old tried it and found herself wandering the maze until a certain Fae found her.
The reminder of her times in the Underground tore at her from the inside. How she missed the adventures, how she would love to have them again. This was her decision, however. Morigan knew it was time to grow up after her father died and she was doing just that. For six years, Morigan gave up adventures, gave up dreaming, gave up the Underground and moved on.
Professor Hernandez smiled coyly as he looked from student to student. He was a shorter fellow, an older teacher with the heart of a child. He wore a bow tie to every class, a different color each day, and never once let his smile fall. "Who here would like to go first?" He asked the class. "Now, I know many of you don't want to be out for your secret fantasies. According to Freud you're all perverts anyway, so what's there to fear?" Morigan slouched in her chair, trying to avoid eye contact as Professor Hernandez paced the front of the class, looking for his first victim. Of course, that didn't help her cause. He scouted her out as an easy target. "Morigan, please. Enlighten us with your recent dream."
Morigan's face was erased of all color at the sound of her name being called. Of course he would call on her. Morigan nervously bit her lip, avoiding eye contact as though her life depended on it and stuttered on her next few words. "To be honest, professor. I haven't had a dream in a really long time."
For the first time that semester, Professor Hernandez's smile faded just enough where it was noticeable. Morigan felt even worse. "You've had dreams." Professor Hernandez said. "Perhaps you just don't remember the ones from the past few nights." He deduced before turning his attention to another student. "Adam, your dreams."
Morigan knew that wasn't true but no sane person would have argued that they believed their dreamless nights were cause by a magical land that no one else knew about. For now, she'd bite her tongue and count down the seconds until class was over.
The breeze was gentle that evening. The sky had a purple tint mixing with red and the deepest of blues in the distance. The blond, wild haired Fae sat on the windowsill of his office; a crystal conjured in one hand as he idly played with it. His focus was off in the distance, staring into the oblivion of the twilight filled sky. The knock at the door was what brought him back to reality as he exhaled, deconstructing the crystal in his hand. "Enter." His strong voice said.
When the door opened, two Fae's entered the room. Both similar in height, one with shaggy ear length brown hair, the other with shorter and wilder black hair sticking up mainly from wearing his helmet all day. Sayne and Derryk were his right hand Fae's. Sayne, his confidant, and Derryk the leader of his army. Above all, they were his closest friends, the ones he trusted most. "Majesty." Sayne said, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
Jareth turned his body just enough to look at his friends, he knew why they were here. They were always worried about him. "Sayne, Derryk, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"Cut the formalities, Jareth." Sayne said. "We heard rumors from the Goblins."
"You can't hide anything from us." Derryk reminded him. This was more than true, there were no secrets in the castle. Someone always knew something.
Jareth's welcoming look turned more cold as he turned away to stare out the window. Stubborn as ever, he rejected their concern. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said.
"There is talk of your distance today." Sayne informed him diplomatically. "What's going on?"
Jareth sighed, somewhat bored with their conversation. "It's nothing definite."
"Well, what might be wrong?" Sayne pressed on.
Jareth's eyes stayed focused to the purple tint in the sky. "The sky tonight, look how unusual."
The Fae's gave each other a knowing look before stepping forward to get a clear look at the sky. "It's purple…" Derryk murmured.
"You know what that means." Jareth said dismissively.
"Old blood." Sayne deduced. "We're expecting someone important."
"Or an invasion." Derryk reminded the two, looking at his King. Jareth was devoid of all emotion; he was impossible to read.
"If it was an invasion, there would have been more signs." Sayne said with certainty.
"And the Labyrinth would have showed us 'who' by now if there was Old Blood coming." Derryk narrowed his eyes at his friend; Sayne replied by sticking his tongue out.
The two were interrupted in their little feud as Jareth spoke. "Gentlemen, either way." Jareth said, conjuring another crystal. "It's too soon to tell." He began to play with the new crystal almost nervously.
Sayne was the first to catch on. "No, Majesty." He said almost pleadingly. "You don't think the Old Blood is her, do you?"
Derryk realized soon after. "Jareth, don't do this to yourself."
Jareth shrugged. "It is possible. Fear not, gentlemen, I will not fret too much over the matter."
"You need to accept that she may never come back, Jareth." Sayne said, trying his best to be diplomatic and comforting.
"The Labyrinth seems to think someone important is coming. She's connected in so many ways to the Underground, who's to say it's not her. She was chosen by the Labyrinth and she is—" He paused, trying to find the right words. "Well, you know what she is."
"Just don't put all your faith in this." Derryk warned him.
Jareth clutched the crystal in his hand tightly before throwing it out the window, watching it travel a great distance before dissipating in the purple sky. "My faith, whether I like it or not, will always be in the hands of that girl."
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