A/N: Hello everyone, yet another weak attempt to write a story, hopefully
I wont fail miserably somewhere in the middle, as I have tended to do.
The plot is not original/ Sarah is a Princess that no one knows exists and in the typical style of these stories she is to marry Jareth the goblin King.
Disclaimer: I do not own the creatures of the Labyrinth, any person or creature not from original movies are the creation of my strange and delusional mind. It is not my intention to steal other people's ideas, many things influence writing, one is reading fan fiction. (I promise future disclaimers will be shorter)
Prologue:
She screamed in pain, she knew her child was coming. For nine long months Lissalle lived in agony. She was forced into her marriage, and into her husband's bed. Her father kept telling her, a king has chosen you, of all the others you should accept you fate. The Elfin king would have no other he had made his choice.
High King Amándir had left to seek audience with the King of the Underground Jareth. Amándir was trying to keep favor with Jareth, his dealings had been a little unlawful, and did not want to loose his precious kingdom.
Jareth did not turn to look at him.
"I will not help you this time Amándir." He said coldly
"I have not come for help sire. It is about my wife, she is with child."
"I am not sure why you have come such a distance to convey news I was already informed of." Jareth knew this man was up to something; somehow he felt he would be responsible for this small child.
"Sire the child is to be a girl. I was hoping to forge an old alliance between our kingdoms. I wish to betrothed the girl to you."
Jareth considered the matter, Jareth was not a fool, he knew that Amándir had an agenda but this could work in his favor, the girl would have sovereignty of the elf kingdom and he could once and for all get rid of Amándir.
"Very well then," Jareth said slyly "I will travel with you this evening."
The journey took the remaining of the night. When they arrived Lissale had been holding the baby girl in her arms.
"Your majesty" Lissale bowed her head quickly, "My lady, I have come to announce an agreement with King Amándir, this young princess will be my future wife on her 21st birthday."
Lissalle did not like the arrangement, but she knew if she did not agree she would regret it later, she simply nodded.
"What are you to name her?"
Amándir tried to speak a name but Jareth quickly interrupted him. "When you have a son Amándir then you may name him."
"I would like to call her Sariya. It was my grandmother's name."
"May I hold her for a moment." Sariya showed no fear when he held her, he took his finger and created a small magical mark on the back of her neck, a symbol that indicated that she belonged to him.
Jareth left the kingdom quickly after visiting with the elf kingdom and returned to his own.
Lissalle wept that night; she did not know what to do. Then it came to her, she would go above ground, and she could magically change her and Sariya's ears to look more human. It was almost perfect.
The next morning very sore and tired she packed some belongings and left quickly.
Aboveground was a strange and foreign place to her, for almost a month she lived on the street, she was huddling in a corner trying to keep the young infant warm. Then a hand tapped her shoulder.
He smiled at her, no woman should have to live like this, he thought. "Are you hungry?" He asked kindly.
She nodded her head.
"Here come with me, I promise not to hurt you. My name is Robert Williams."
The next month had been the happiest of Lissale's life, although she was having difficulty living without magic. She started calling her self Linda and her daughter Sarah. Sarah had no difficulty adapting. She seemed health and rosy. Unfortunately Lissalle became ill.
She passed holding her daughter in her arms. Robert gave her a funeral and promised he would raise Sarah as his own.
The plot is not original/ Sarah is a Princess that no one knows exists and in the typical style of these stories she is to marry Jareth the goblin King.
Disclaimer: I do not own the creatures of the Labyrinth, any person or creature not from original movies are the creation of my strange and delusional mind. It is not my intention to steal other people's ideas, many things influence writing, one is reading fan fiction. (I promise future disclaimers will be shorter)
Prologue:
She screamed in pain, she knew her child was coming. For nine long months Lissalle lived in agony. She was forced into her marriage, and into her husband's bed. Her father kept telling her, a king has chosen you, of all the others you should accept you fate. The Elfin king would have no other he had made his choice.
High King Amándir had left to seek audience with the King of the Underground Jareth. Amándir was trying to keep favor with Jareth, his dealings had been a little unlawful, and did not want to loose his precious kingdom.
Jareth did not turn to look at him.
"I will not help you this time Amándir." He said coldly
"I have not come for help sire. It is about my wife, she is with child."
"I am not sure why you have come such a distance to convey news I was already informed of." Jareth knew this man was up to something; somehow he felt he would be responsible for this small child.
"Sire the child is to be a girl. I was hoping to forge an old alliance between our kingdoms. I wish to betrothed the girl to you."
Jareth considered the matter, Jareth was not a fool, he knew that Amándir had an agenda but this could work in his favor, the girl would have sovereignty of the elf kingdom and he could once and for all get rid of Amándir.
"Very well then," Jareth said slyly "I will travel with you this evening."
The journey took the remaining of the night. When they arrived Lissale had been holding the baby girl in her arms.
"Your majesty" Lissale bowed her head quickly, "My lady, I have come to announce an agreement with King Amándir, this young princess will be my future wife on her 21st birthday."
Lissalle did not like the arrangement, but she knew if she did not agree she would regret it later, she simply nodded.
"What are you to name her?"
Amándir tried to speak a name but Jareth quickly interrupted him. "When you have a son Amándir then you may name him."
"I would like to call her Sariya. It was my grandmother's name."
"May I hold her for a moment." Sariya showed no fear when he held her, he took his finger and created a small magical mark on the back of her neck, a symbol that indicated that she belonged to him.
Jareth left the kingdom quickly after visiting with the elf kingdom and returned to his own.
Lissalle wept that night; she did not know what to do. Then it came to her, she would go above ground, and she could magically change her and Sariya's ears to look more human. It was almost perfect.
The next morning very sore and tired she packed some belongings and left quickly.
Aboveground was a strange and foreign place to her, for almost a month she lived on the street, she was huddling in a corner trying to keep the young infant warm. Then a hand tapped her shoulder.
He smiled at her, no woman should have to live like this, he thought. "Are you hungry?" He asked kindly.
She nodded her head.
"Here come with me, I promise not to hurt you. My name is Robert Williams."
The next month had been the happiest of Lissale's life, although she was having difficulty living without magic. She started calling her self Linda and her daughter Sarah. Sarah had no difficulty adapting. She seemed health and rosy. Unfortunately Lissalle became ill.
She passed holding her daughter in her arms. Robert gave her a funeral and promised he would raise Sarah as his own.