Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth. Wish I did. I own Lilith. ~BloodyGrim
The Wraith In The Labyrinth
Chapter 1: The Labyrinth Book
Lilith Zamora, the praised child of night. At least, that is what her father believes. Everyone else believes her to be a wraith. Her skin as pale as the moon. Her lips as red as blood. Her hair as white as snow. Her eyes shining as bright as emeralds. A celestial, almost unearthly color. Lilith is tall, yet graceful. Her ethereal beauty belying her strength. She is a wraith, a wisp in the wind.
Lilith chuckles at the description of her predecessor. The one who held her name and seemed to resemble her. The only thing they forgot to add was that Lilith's tone is very frosty. Whenever she talks to someone who she does not care for, her voice basically freezes them to the core. Unless of course she warms her tone, which she only does for little children, Seraph and her dad. The humans of aboveground have given her no reason to be kind, only to be cruel. Lilith does not condemn children for their upbringing.
Lilith is suddenly jolted from her thoughts when a book appears out of nowhere and hits her smack in the face. Why does this always happen to me! She scowls at the book as she peels it off her face. The interesting bit, there is no one in sight. Lilith squints in suspicion and confusion. She gets the sudden urge to look at the title, she does. The books title is "The Labyrinth." Hmm, what a strange book. This should be interesting.
Lilith puts the book into her shoulder bag for safekeeping. Then she continues to leisurely walk home. The sudden clanging of the church bells causes her to pick up her pace to get home before it becomes completely dark out.
The moon is out and that book is sitting innocently on Lilith's desk. It is calling to her, just like the artifacts that her grandmother showed and gave to her. It has the feeling of wild magick, fae magick.
Lilith finally gives into the urge and opens the book. She reads the book aloud in her enchanting voice, as her grandma and the little children would say. "...In a kingdom far away there lived a beautiful princess. Life wasn't easy for the young princess, for her wicked stepmother worked her like a slave."
Lilith closes the book with a snap. Her thoughts constantly twisting and turning. This… Goblin King sounds familiar. Where have I hear the name before? Oh yes! Now I remember. Grandma told me about his realm. When someone wishes someone away to the Goblins, he takes the wished away and gives the wisher a choice. The wisher can either travel through his labyrinth and reach the wished away within thirteen hours or accept false dreams. Of course they do not know the dreams are false.
Lilith's lips twitch in amusement. The thought of someone believing that trick. Her lips then turn into a scowl. Whoever accepts the dreams out of greed deserves no pity from her.
Lilith shakes her head to shake away the thoughts. She grumbles to herself, "If someone I know wishes another away, I will slap them upside the head."
Oh, if only she knew. Fate loves to mess with her.