Disclaimer: I do not own the labyrinth or any of the characters.
The world had ended; I had no idea what was going on. The world was still spinning but not for me. For me my world finally ended. If you were to look at a pane of glass shattering…that's what my world did, shatter into tiny pieces falling to the floor. People stepping on each shard grounding it in to the ground further, forgetting that each object in this world is a metaphor for something else.
I was in a daze nothing registering in my mind. All those years of suffering…suffering? I don't think suffering is the correct term to use. But that's the only word that my empty mind can process. My mind slowly slipping into the abyss; a vacuum for where there is no escape. All the will power I used to poses in mind body and soul would have helped me escape…would of. However it had been left too long…6 years to long too late.
No one from this world or planes from other worlds could have stopped the glass breaking, breaking into tiny pieces. I learnt something finally at those last moments.
The fight for power will never end.
The fact that words have more power than anyone ever imagined…I imagined. Its taken for granted…ever made a wish?
I did, and I turned it down for reasons still unknown to me. As the last shard of my glass falls to the floor. The denial of power is still there, both unwilling to give in.
6 words that were taken for granted by me, they had more power than I had ever imagined.
They led to the end of my world.