N/A, Hello! Well, I am here to present you a FanFic about a girl, I think I will call her Rosetta, but later we will see, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing, thought it is not much I hope you left something for me as a review, I could use some critics as it is my first FanFic and I am trying to get familiar with this beautiful language which is English. Thanks all of you.

xxx Love, Kaidere.

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Rose's Thorn

Chapter 1, Someone wished me away...

The girl was lying in her bed, dreaming, letting the sorrow out of her while crying silently. Loner, they thought she was, truth, she had other kind of expectations. As the pain slipped away in her tears she found her muse once again in front of the mirror. Quick long stylized letters were written by her, defining her feelings. Night was almost beginning and there were still some hours to sleep and dream quietly before sunrise. The window was wide open inviting every creature in, as she wished for some changes and the white translucent curtains were furiously blow by the stormy wind.

A curious barn owl fly in the lady's bedroom looking carefully everything while she dreamt.

When the sun had arisen she let her dreams and got up. Dressed in dark brown leather pants, comfortable boots, a tight shirt in a light brown and a leather jacket in case the storm catch her before her returning "home". She pulled her long, wavy and dark brown hair in a hight pony tail, took one of her favorites books, which by what it could be read was written by someone called Williams, and put it into her backpack as well as with a notebook and a pencil, thought she could have taken her laptop she felt like doing some handwrite. They would really mind her coming down the tree outside her window rather than by the stairs, but where is the fun of using such conventional methods? Her methods where slightly primitive but it hadn't lost their charm. Once on solid ground she headed to the park some blocks away form her house to her prefect safe and near private spot. She climbed up the tree easily (which wasn't as hard as it looked, and it gave her that vertigo feeling she loved ) and start reading, her eyes and her hands reading, watching, feeling the story, compassion, love, hatred, despair, every feeling which was written swiped her soul and body. Suddenly the wind which had remained calm since the night started to blow harder and harder and the sky partially gray become darker and darker. She didn't hesitated on putting the book back on the bag and secure it and herself to the tree. She wanted to feel the blowing wind, which remind her of freedom and adventure, both of the things she longed for. A barn owl came to the very same tree as the girl, looking straight at her as if it was thinking of her as her long craved prey.

"Look what the winds have brought or look what the barn owl has brought" She happily sang and attempt to caress the wild animal. It didn't let her touch it but didn't hurt her just flown away after giving her the coldest bright eyes...and...mismatched also.

"I don't have a quite bad feeling about this somehow" she thought as she was climbing down heading back "home". The wind still was blowing hard and the sky was darker and darker but still rain hadn't make its entrance as it was letting the girl get on the ground safe. By the time she touched solid ground, the rain exploded all over, heavy, furious rain. She run feeling the wet rain in her face, the wind, happiness. Freedom, power, will, spirit, she had all, she could use it all if only her wishes had been listened...

She climbed the tree under her window, soaking wet, she discovered her room messy, her closet half opened and...half empty. Rage roared deep within her. Her sacred temple have been profaned.

'You little monster! What have you done!' She screamed to her little sister, the girl of about 10 was in her own bedroom cutting, scratching, ripping her older sisters' clothes so they could fit her. The girl violently took everything hitting hard her sister in the process, thought, she didn't want to hurt her, she accidentally did it. The little girl cried, and wished her and all that belonged to her to be vanished form her life. Nothing happened.

The older sister went back to her bedroom, thick tears of anger run down her cheeks. The door closed behind and suddenly she wasn't at her bedroom anymore. Still amused, she whispered throw the wind 'thank you' She could feel magic growing deep inside of her soul, unleashing something powerful and old, a small flame of magic had always lit in her heart but remained silent. She was facing a window, a big and glassless window which showed a perfect night sky, sparkly stars and a big full moon lighted the ground. Inside the rock walls, there was another kind of light, cold light but for her heart it felt as warm as the light from a fireplace. She turned around form the mesmerizing sky and found herself in a big room, empty, with only a door and the window. She felt warm and not wet, as she remembered herself. Deep within her she felt at home, strange, but comforting after 18 years she had felt that twice, when she was a baby and now. Thoughtless she started to walk out of the room, through wide and not much filled with furniture and some small entrances here and there. She arrived to a throne room. There were no one except the monarch resting in his chair. When their eyes met, she knew, it was him, and thick tears run among her cheeks. He ignored the scene and got up, politely he addressed to her.

'My Lady, as what is said is said, and done is done, your sister had agreed on letting you solve my Labyrinth and then your fate is up to your choice' He said calmly in a slight british accent but she didn't realized anything apart form the fact she had loved that voice and how much time had passed since she las heard it.

'Thank you, Your Majesty' Was all she said but he seem far more pleased than she realized. I may not comprehend you now Jareth, but I doubt is something as banal as you make it appear. He ginned and sent her to the labyrinth with a flick of her wrist.

The Gobling King laid in a big puffy sofa, restless, exhausted and melancholic. He felt like remembering again, a box appeared right beside him and he opened it with a sight, he took one of his favourite crystals and look deep within.

A tall black haired man, in his twenty five or so, in a shining silver armor commanding a battle with him in his black armor. Then the image changed, a meal a brown haired-eyed girl in hers twenties, smiled quite happily while the two man laughed.

'I am carrying our first child, your majesty' She said out of the blue. Both men paralyzed.

'I told you Maria, you can call me Jareth when no one is around.' He said 'This is something we have to celebrate' he said cheerfully.

'Oh, Jareth, you have to train him, as the traditions command he cannot be tutored by myself, so please accept my request' The black haired man asked solemnly.

'Please, Dante, please don't ' he said angrily 'You remind me of Sir Lunch our tutor, let him rest in pace for the King's sake!' And both laughed.

'Darling, she' Maria added and once more both men fell into the pit of astonishment.