Author's Note: This is my second fic here. So be kind to me Sadly, I haven't gotten any reviews on my other story. If you really like my story, and want me to continue… you should tell me! It's okay if you don't though. -.- Also! This is just a prologue, so it's really short.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything cool as Labyrinth.
Prologue: Thursday's Child
In a time known as the present, in a land known as inconsequential suburbia, there lived a boy. The boy had very few distinct physical attributes at the tender age of fifteen and eleven months. He stood thin, tall, and somewhat lanky, his extremities stretching far further than his muscle. This boy (or "man" as he liked to think) clad himself in black band shirts and acid washed skinny jeans, trying to be different and stylish at the same time. Self-proclaimed "loner," others proclaimed him a follower…. And perhaps the only thing he liked more than himself was his things, in particular an old bass his father had given him shortly before he had run off with some tramp to tour the world, and his mp3 player.
When asked what music he was listening to, the answer would always brief, usually consisting of just the band or artist name and a nod of the head. But more often than not, the answer would be Jade and the Gobling Queens. They were, in his mind, the best band ever formed. Their songs stunned him, took him to the point of rapture and made him believe…
Well, frankly they made him believe there was some sort of point to it all. There was some kind of master plan that required him to be a friendless loser with no dad and an annoying as hell little sister. Toby, the boy, didn't always think this though. And when he didn't… well, sometimes things turned ugly.