Author's Note:
Although this is by far not my first story, this is the first time I will be posting under this pen name. As a child I have always enjoyed the movie Labyrinth. I hope you enjoy my spin off. I am doing this story, which follows closely with the movie and then doing a second story. I may even do a little trilogy, I'm not sure. I do not own labyrinth but any original characters are mine. You'll know them when you see them and I declare that they cannot be used without my permission. I enjoy meeting people and speaking with them so add me to your instant messenger and what not. I don't bite I promise )
This name will be my only pen name from now on here at Reviews are welcome but play nice please. Everyone has their own opinion and are entitled to it. I dedicate this to my friend Kaline Reine who inspired me enough to finally sit down and work on this again.
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Muffins...
-Wings-
Prologue
A woman crept into her daughter's bedroom late one night. "Sarah…Sarah…Wake up hunny!" She whispered, shaking the young girl awake. Six year old Sarah rubbed her eyes and looked at her mother. "Mama?" she said in a tired voice. Irene Williams sat down on her daughter's bed, smiling she brushed Sarah's hair back from her face. "Hi sweetie," she whispered. "I have a present for you my little girl…" Irene handed Sarah a worn red book with gold lettering. "It's called 'Labyrinth,' Sarah." Irene told her daughter. Sarah's small hands rubbed the cover of the book. "Mommy it's beautiful!" Irene smiled. She was passing on her legacy. The labyrinth would be good to Sarah. Irene remembered her own adventures within the pages of the book…even within the walls of the labyrinth itself. "Mommy, will you read it to me?" Sarah whispered. Irene shook her head no. "I'm sorry sweetie but I have to go somewhere…somewhere far away and I wanted you to have this…" Sarah's eyes welled up with tears. "Will you come back?" she asked, frightened. Irene smiled. "One day sweetie you might see me again." With that Irene got up to leave, seeing her daughter for the last time. She stopped at the door. "Sarah…" she said "thing's aren't always as they seem. Never take anything for granted…" Sarah listened with wide eyes. Irene turned and looked Sarah in the face. "Sarah…when you fall in love…take it and work out the problems later. There may be a day when you have to choose between family and love. Choose love Sarah…" Irene turned away and whispered "Don't make my same mistake darling…" With that parting word Irene Williams walked out of her home, away from her child, and away from her domestic life…never to be heard from again.
The Goblin King watched the whole scene with fascination. So Irene Williams was finally given in. He remembered that fateful day years ago when she had made her wish. He had made a deal with the woman. "I want to be a famous actress!" Irene had told him. The Goblin King had smiled cruelly at the young woman. "One day you will have a child, a little girl. You will give her this book, which speaks about my labyrinth, Irene. You will give her this book and walk out of her life forever. Then you will become a famous actress." Irene was young and foolish. She thought she had found a loophole in the demand. 'I just won't ever have children.' She thought to herself. "I accept the terms." She said. The Goblin King smiled again. "What's said is said."
Now, the king watched the woman cry silent tears as she left her only daughter. "Goblin King." She whispered. "Yes?" his honeyed voice called in the dark. "I've done what you asked of me, I've kept my side of the bargain. Grant my wish." Irene sounded bitter. The king smiled and waved his hand. "Wait!" Irene cried out. "I don't want this anymore! I don't want this at all! I just want to be a mother to my little girl!" Irene began crying into her hands. She fell to the ground and begged the Goblin King. "Please…let me be her mother. I don't care about acting anymore. I was young and foolish!" The king shook his head no. "Irene Williams, what's said is said." She cried in sorrow at these words as the king waved his hand and granted her selfish wish.