Summary: Akina, abandoned as a child, knows she's not a normal human. Hated as she grew, she built walls around her heart. All she wanted was someone who she could let her walls fall for. Not believing in happy-endings, she let her heart be protected, knowing she would be alone.
Jareth, the cruel king of the goblins, watched the young girl grow. Seeing her strength captured his attention. He couldn't forget her, and when one of the children at the orphanage wishes her away, he is not slow to take her. As he falls for her, he realizes that he can never rule her as he wants to rule his queen.
Sarah, tired of her step-mother and her step-bother, wishes the young boy away, not knowing that she would destroy Akina's heart and damage the trust Jareth had worked so hard to have between himself and the girl.
What will happen when Akina helps Sarah through the Labyrinth, against Jareth's wishes, all because she loves him? Will he realize his own feelings, or allow her to fall into her own darkness?

Although I've wondered why people need disclaimers, as it's obvious I don't have the talent of professional writers, I will put one here, as this site seems necessary. I do not own Labyrinth or anything involved with the movie.

This is my first fan-fiction on this website, and reviews would be wonderful, positive or negative. As I wrote this, it seemed I had a hard time keeping The Goblin King and my original character in character, so any comments on that are welcome.

Prologue

"Leave me alone!" The young girl screamed, falling into a fetal position. She trembled as more and more rocks were throne at her. Her small arms and pure white hair did nothing to shield her face from the other children s' weaponry. The sharp stones tore at her soft skin and the ragged, blood-stained clothes she wore. She held her breath, trying desperately to keep her emotions in line.

One of the older children, around ten or eleven, at least three years older then her, stepped forward. He roughly grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet roughly. Her legs, tired from running, couldn't hold her weight and her head began to hurt from the weight being put on the roots of her hair.

"Come on, you little freak, show us your eyes!" He yelled, spit coming from his mouth and landing on her cheeks. She bit her tongue, still trying to control her temper. She closed her eyes as anger began to pulse through her, knowing that, if she didn't, the horrid boy would get his way. "Hey," he snapped, shaking her by the collar of her torn up shirt, "Open your eyes you twit, I wanna see 'em!"

The young girl kicked out, biting her tongue harder to keep in a feline's hiss. Blood erupted as her sharpened canines pierced the sides of her tongue. The boy laughed as pain twisted over her face. Her breathing became ragged as pure hatred erupted through her.

She spit out the blood in her mouth, covering the boy's face. His face contorted in disgust, flashing quickly to an angry sneer. He pulled a sharpened piece of glass from his dirty pocket. The girl tried to squirm away, but the boy had her lifted inches from the ground. The glass sliced into the left side of her neck, just below her ear.

She screamed in pain, kicking her legs wildly. The boy's smile grew at her screams, a disgustingly cruel look coming to his green eyes. He pulled the glass down making a curve from behind her ear to the middle of her two collar bones. The girls screams raised to a frightening level, making the boy drop her to cover his ears.

"Shut up, you little freak!" He yelled, aiming to kick her in the face. The girls eyes shot open, revealing the startling crimson color the boy had been trying to entice, not the light blue they had been originally. She grabbed his leg as it came at her, digging her sharpened canines into his calf. Her face twisted in disgust at the taste, but she didn't let go.

The boy screamed, kicking his leg wildly to get her off, but she didn't let go. Keeping her focus on the boy, she didn't see the others coming at her until it was too late. Two pairs of hands grabbed her, a pair per arm. A leg came out and kicked her in her almost invisible stomach. The air in her lungs vanished, making her release her grip.

Everyone came at her after that, taking turns to kick and punch her. She clenched her jaw, keeping in the growls that grew in her throat. Her eyes became a darker red, the shade almost black. Her head fell limp as the beating continued. She closed her eyes, allowing the new sadness that enveloped her to vanish as her mind wandered.

This is how Akina's life had always been, ever since she was dropped off on the porch of that wretched orphanage. She didn't know who, or what, she was. She knew, though, that she wasn't a human. She was too graceful, too animalistic. Her eyes changed from a soft blue to many shades of red, depending on her emotions.

When angered, her eyes would turn a fiery crimson, the color that all of the kids in the orphanage tried to produce. They hated her, all of them. Hated how she was so different, not because of jealousy, but because it was frightening. They hated that she was strong. They banded together, all aiming to break her.

It never worked. They could beat her and bully her, and although she'd stumble and fall, even submit, they couldn't break her. She was proud of what she was, even if she didn't know what it was. She knew she couldn't change herself, so she embraced it, the power.

But things were changing. Seven years of hatred being shoved down her throat was beginning to take its toll. Everyone at the orphanage had someone; a friend, or an adult who protected them. It was true that none of them had parents, but one thing was different between her and the others, beside her 'abilities': she was the only one who had come in as a baby and still hadn't been adopted.

Nobody wanted her, it seemed. No one wanted to befriend her and certainly no one wanted to love her. She had no one. No one helping her, or watching out for her. At least, no one she knew of. . .

Eyes, light blue and dark brown, starred down into a small, crystal ball. The image of a small, skinny girl moved inside of it like a movie. Her limp body took blow after blow without fighting back. Her face was blank, her eyes glassed over.

Those mis-matched blue eyes had watched the girl for years now, unable to look away without coming back. The sympathy in them was coated over by years of malice and cruelty, the only thing the Goblin King knew of now.

But something about the girl kept him interested. It wasn't her inhuman qualities, those he was used to. It was her strength. A normal seven-year-old child, human or not, would never show such will-power, but she did. Small, pail, and fragile, she still held greater strength then many grown human men.

Never, in the years he'd watched her, had she shed a single tear. Even as a baby her eyes were dry. She was capable, he knew. He'd seen her almost break many times, but she always fought through it, shoving her pain away.

Through the walls she'd built, though, he could see her true pain. She wanted love. She wanted a home. Thinking of this made his eyebrows furrow in anger. Even he, cruel as he may be, had grown up with a family. She had done nothing wrong, yet the supposed 'God' was punishing her.

The man stood from his seat, dropping the crystal into it as he did so. He'd had enough for the day. The goblins, his followers, moved in behind him, looking down at the crystal ball. One of them, red eyes tinted orange, glared at the children.

"Why don't they just wish her away if they hate her so much?" It asked.

"Because they don't know how," another answered from behind. An evil smile grew on the first's face.

"Then," it said, pulling a small, red book from its pocket,"we'll show them how." The goblins burst into mischievous laughter, not knowing how long it would take for one of the orphans to finally read the book that was dropped into their world.