Cara'ch
Hey guys! I know that most of my stories are about 'Twilight' but this time I decided to try doing a 'Labyrinth' one.
So here's the basic story:
Sarah wished herself away and ended up marrying Jareth. They had a son who became the Goblin King after Jareth became the High King but what would happen if he fell in love with a mortal just like his father?
I don't own 'Labyrinth' or any of the characters from it but all original characters are mine.
Enjoy! J
As Sarah walked down the aisle to meet her love, tears of joy filled her eyes. She couldn't believe that it had taken so long for them to reach this event. Her long white silk dress made a soft rustling noise as she moved.
When she reached him he squeezed her hand gently; his mismatched eyes never left hers and she could see several emotions deep within them. There was love, joy but most of all exultation and pride.
"I love you Sarah." He whispered softly.
"I love you too Jareth." She smiled in reply.
They had a son six months later whom they called Seth along with a daughter called Caoimhe. Seth like his mother he had brown hair (only a couple of shades lighter) and he blue eyes like his father's right one while Caoimhe had very dark hair which was almost black with one green eye and one brown eye. When Seth turned 17, Jarath's father who was the High King died, making Jareth the next High King.
The Goblin Throne was passed onto Seth and Jareth, Sarah and Caoimhe (who was born when Seth was 5) travelled to Y Palasau Crisial (The Crystal Palace), the home of the High King and Queen of the Underground. Seth also took over the ruler-ship of the Labyrinth.
Seth
I woke with a start from my sleep to a loud banging on the door.
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" I snarled loudly, I've never liked being woken up, even as a small child.
"Yer majesty, yer parents are in the throne room. They arsked fer ye personally." Hoggle's voice called through the door.
I sighed and began getting dressed. My parents had been worried about me for years, they'd kept hinting that I should be looking for a Goblin Queen and had even gone so far as to try to set me up with a young up-and-coming Fae heiress. I was only 18 for crying out loud!
Like my father he favoured very tight breeches, poets' shirts, leather waistcoats and leather riding boots. My hair is slightly messy too but like my mother's it was rather ordered.
By the time I'd managed to get myself ready and transport myself to the throne room, my father was pacing.
"What took you so long?" My father, Jareth, asked.
"Sorry father, I've only just woken up." I replied, grinning cheekily.
Shaking her head my mother, Sarah, made her way over to me and gave me a hug.
"You're worse than your father!" She sighed.
"That's enough Sarah!" Father said suddenly, looking slightly embarrassed. I began to laugh as my sister, Caoimhe, made her way over to me to give me a hug too. Like me she's tall but she inherited father's blonde hair and mother's green eyes. She is a lot calmer than me too, which makes her perfect to be the next in line for the High throne.
Our little family reunion was going swimmingly when I felt a familiar tugging sensation in the back of my mind.
"I'm sorry, mother, father, Caoimhe. Someone's wished a child away." I said apologetically as I stood. They must have understood as they nodded and got a passing goblin to show them to their rooms. After watching them leave I transported myself to the child that had been wished away.
She was with her. I didn't know her name, I'd only been watching her for a couple of months but in that short time she had me captivated. The way her short black hair moved in the wind was mesmerising. The way her sapphire blue eyes flashed in anger whenever one of those idiotic mortal boys wouldn't leave her alone. From the moment I'd seen her I'd known that I was in love with her.
When I entered the room she recoiled from me in horror and surprise.
"Who are you? Where's Nia?" She demanded in her soft and lilting Welsh tones.
"I am the Goblin King, and 'Nia' is in my castle, the Castle Beyond the Goblin City. Now, Cariad, why don't you tell me your name and maybe I'll give you the chance to win her back." I smirked, pointing out of her balcony towards the Castle and the Labyrinth rather than her garden in Llanddeiniolen in North Wales. I thought that it was perfect! Soon she'd be in my world and there was no way she could beat my Labyrinth. Well, maybe a small chance but it was highly unlikely.
"I'm Iola Avalon. And what do you mean win her back? Give her back to me now!" She yelled, her eyes flashing in anger.
"Ah, Cariad, I can't do that. But if you can beat my Labyrinth in 13 hours then she will return." I said smoothly, I left out the part where I would do all in my power to keep her with me, even if she did win her sister back.
"Fine." She snapped, marching out the balcony and towards the Labyrinth.
She categorically ignored me and just carried on stomping away. I allowed myself to look at her properly and take in her appearance. She'd dyed her hair cherry red, the exact same shade as Eirianwen Frith (a Dragon lady and one of mother's friends), and cut it very short and spiky in a messy style that was like a shorter version of father's; it really suited her pale skin and elfin face. She was wearing an old pair of ripped jeans, a red t-shirt for something called 'Richmond Live 2008', a pair of red and black striped fingerless gloves and a pair of black sneakers that I think are called 'converses'. She teamed these with black leather wristbands, silver rings, red cobweb earrings, a silver piercing on her right eyebrow, a gothic ivy cross and a silver dragon pendant. She was tall, almost as tall as me and I'm about 6'1", she was close to 5'8" verging on 5'9". She was slender but not too thin with womanly curves.
I transported myself back to the castle where my mother stood waiting for me in the throne room.
"There's a runner isn't there?" She asked softly. I nodded, not trusting myself to answer.
"Let me guess, you're in love with her." She said gently. I looked at her astonished.
"How…?" I asked.
"What sort of mother would I be if I couldn't tell if my children are in love." She smiled. I then proceeded to tell her all about Iola. I revelled in knowing her name, it suited her down to a t.
"I don't know how I was able to be in the same room as her earlier." I confessed. Her voice was like music, so soft and gentle. She had a beautiful singing voice too, I'd heard her singing to her little sister often and it had brought tears to my eyes. I'd gotten so obsessed by her that I'd ended up watching her everyday in my owl form. Like father I can turn into an owl but while he turns into a barn owl I turn into a tufted owl. The one thing I didn't tell mother was how Iola's scent very nearly unmanned me and almost caused me to act in a very ungentle-manlike manner and not at all like the king I am.
"If you want my advice, get her to follow you to the Escher room and then tell her the truth. She'll appreciate it." She said finally. I nodded, I didn't know whether she would solve the Labyrinth but mother seemed to think that she might.