The Labyrinth: The Continuing Story
Chapter 1: New Blood to the Kingdom
A young man stood at an open window, peering through with his deep brown eyes. He reached up and pushed away some strands of his long, black hair that were hanging close to his face. He liked having long hair but sometimes it just got in the way. He continued his gaze out the window as he let out a deep sigh.
He wasn't just looking at anything, but he was looking at the labyrinth. He remembered times when he and his younger brother, Hunter would play in there. They would always run away from their little sister, Nina. They would try to hide from her, but she never was one to give up. He also remembered how many times they had gotten lost inside the elaborate maze, but they still had fun. That is until their father, Jareth would find them and punish them for not behaving properly and for leaving their youngest sibling behind. He remembered the words his father would say, "You have royal blood! Now act like you do and act like you should. . .or I shall throw you both into the bog of eternal stench." Even when they were younger and most of what their father said had scared them, this did not. They knew that even he would never throw his own children into that awful place. Them having royal blood and all. . .He smirked at his thoughts for taking what their father had said and using it in a sarcastic tone.
Just then, his thoughts turned to a young beauty who had long, unruly hair like his and brown eyes that shone with curiosity. He had developed most of his traits from his mother. . .
His father had married a woman who once lived in a land that was above their's, her name was Sarah. She was well known in the underground as the one who defeated the cold and evil Goblin King, Jareth. They had married when Sarah had traveled down to the labyrinth for a second time to confess her feelings for the usually cold Goblin King. He, for once, pushed his stubborn nature aside so he could tell her that he felt the same way.
Davey knew most of details of his parents story since he had asked his mother to tell him that as a bedtime story when he was younger. He had heard the story several times, from his mother, and from others who would fill him in on the gruesome details that his mother would always leave out.
He once again looked out the window and as he did so, he ran his fingers through his long, unruly hair. His, all of this was his. His father had resigned his position as the Goblin King a year ago today. He had given the title to his oldest son, Davey.
Davey was unsure of his fathers decision at first, but as time went on, he came to the conclusion that the role of the Goblin King was not as difficult as it seemed. Of course, that could be because nothing had really happened since the day his father and mother had gotten married. He had a whole kingdom to rule, but still he was incredibly bored. It's the same routine day after day. . .why couldn't Hunter have been the Goblin King. He would have loved this job, that's if you want to call sitting around here with nothing to do a job.
Another sigh escaped the lips of the tiresome and bored Goblin King. The only good thing about being the King was that he could visit the other world, the world above his cold and damp one. He went there frequently, but he didn't go there to look for some poor pitiful fool who would wish away themselves if they knew how. He had been going to the land above his to view a certain girl. He had grown quite fond of this girl though he did not know why. She didn't even know about him, he just watched her from a distance. She never knew he was there and he sometimes wondered what her reaction would be if she knew that his eyes were almost always on her.
"Your Majesty. . .I'm sorry to bother you, but your father wants to speak with you."
Davey turned around and saw a pair of dark brown eyes looking closely at him. It was his servant, though he did not like to think of Jade like that. He was more of a friend than anything else. After all, he had known Jade ever since the day his father had hired him to watch over his three children. . .he didn't know why Jade was still around because it was clear that he nor his brother and sister needed a care-taker anymore.
"What does he want from me now, Jade? And don't call me 'Your Majesty', call me Davey." He watched as a small smile appeared on Jade's face.
"That is awfully kind of you, but I think it would be best if I call you by your title, Your Majesty. . .
Davey looked on as a smirk came across Jade's face, "That's very funny. . .Now, what does my father want me to do? I hope he's not planning something behind my back. I hate when he does that!" He ran his hand through his hair again, frustrated at always being called on by his father.
Jade once again smirked at the young Goblin King, "I have no idea as to what his plans are, but it might have something to do with your eighteenth birthday that, let me remind you, is coming upon us quickly. Now, he wishes to see you right away so lets not sit here and chit-chat any longer."
Davey frowned but did as he was told. Odd how he was always being ordered around when he was the King and could do whatever he pleased. Or so he thought that's how it would be like when he was younger, but it seems that every assumption he had about being a King was proven false when he became one himself. "I will go. . .," under his breath he added, "even though I don't want to."
He was sure that no living creature in the underground had heard him, that is until Jade replied, "But you have to obey your father's wish, don't you? What kind of King would not obey his fathers words. . ."
"This kind of King wouldn't mind doing that. . ." Davey took one look at Jade's highly amused face before turning his back on his friend and walking out of his bedroom door.
A/N: Okay, tell me what you guys think! I know this chapter isn't so exciting, but it's just an introduction to the story so stay put and read! Thanx! Also, if you do like this story, please check out my other one which just so happens to be my first story ever . . . this is my second! My friend also writes stories, her pen name is Nina Heart. Merry Christmas everyone!