This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the
products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The author also claims no rights to the original
characters or storyline, but uses it as a basis for personal interpretation and original story.
Story & Original Characters © Brittney Morgan (Kiibun)
Labyrinth Original Characters © Jim Henson
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered." She mumbled softly to herself, looking up at the clouds as she lay in the freshly fallen autumn leaves. "I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City.." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her cheeks a becoming rosy color from her many hours laying in the comfortable chill of the meadow-like park she always frequented.
"Heh heh ehh!" A low, cold cackle erupted from behind her, and she bolted up to her feet glancing about frantically. She saw nothing out of sort, but after the nightmare she had four years prior, she found herself oddly paranoid, often hearing things she found to not be there once investigated. She had kept this from her father of course, not wanting to trouble him or Irene any further than they were already, apart from the ever abundant piles of bills and Toby's private school tuition.
"Who's there!" She managed to choke out, mustering up the courage to poke around in the bushes nearby, only to find nothing there. She let out a strained sigh, but found it caught in her throat as the rustle of leaves reached her ears. She turned slowly, her body trembling.
"It's–" She furrowed her brows and let out a relieved, breathy laugh, squatting down slightly, holding the skirt of her dress to keep it from flowing about. "It's a rabbit." The little creature looked up at her, little black eyes shining, seemingly unafraid. Perhaps a pet?
"How queer." She mumbled softly, reaching a hand out slowly to see if she could pet it, "Where did you come from little guy?" It held still as her fingers neared closer and closer to it's little white head, save for it's nose that twitched slightly, almost in response.
"Maybe I'll take you home," She smiled softly, "Toby would love you." Her fingers brushed it's ear and it bolted under her, causing her to jump in surprise. She turned, seeing the white rabbit looking at her from a few feet away, and as she took a step toward it it began to bounce further into the trees. She smiled, about to follow it into the wood, until she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Sarah, darling," Her father called from the bridge, "I've been looking for you for ages!" She turned to see his gentle, but stern expression. She smiled at him sheepishly, finally noticing the darkening sky, and he shook his head, arms crossed.
"Toby is fussing about you being late to dinner," He called to her, pointing to his silver Rolex, "And Irene isn't too happy either. Hurry up, unless you want both our meals to be cold." He began to walk toward the gates of the park, to the still running car and she sprinted to catch up with him, a childish smile gracing her face for but a moment.
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