I dont own the labyrinth wish i did lol you know the drill
like i said now i have started i don't think i will be able to stop till it's finished this chapter is a lot longer then the first.
The strange grouping of the party danced and laughed merrily with one another. The room which they were within was that of Miss Sarah Williams. She was dancing around with goblins and fierys not one of the creatures present even noticed the ball of white feathers perched out on the branch of a near by tree.
Jareth had been watching the dark haired beauty since she had entered her room and begun sorting and putting away the things of her childhood. The white barn owl shifted in his place watching the now giggling girl dance around with the little dwarf. She had beaten his labyrinth and its king Jareth was glade she was happy but could take no more of this celebration.
As the goblin king in his owl form soared towards the bright moon that hung in the dark night sky he suddenly felt the tremor of the labyrinths magic.
A runner had entered the labyrinth, but it was not right, Jareth had not heard the call of a wish something strange was happening within his labyrinth. He sped towards the Underground on silent wings.
The labyrinth watched as the young human entered Its outer ring. Her very presents within the labyrinth gave the mighty creature shivers well that would be if stone could shiver. The labyrinth knew the second the gates shut behind the girl It would not have long to block Its master. The goblin king would feel the runner the second she had stepped foot within the labyrinth.
A wish might not have been made but a runner, this girl was. The labyrinth Its self was fascinated by the girl It wanted to test her too see what this strange looking mortal could do.
The labyrinth went to work shutting off the connection It had with the goblin king as much as was possible for It. The labyrinth wanted to test this girl, she had not wished anything away to the goblins and so she was not challenging their king for its return. No this girl was challenging the labyrinth It's self.
Many had once thought to challenge the being known as the labyrinth. In the rule of Jareth's father over the goblins, many came thinking they could take the old kings throne if they mastered the labyrinth. However there was only one creature that history ever told bested the labyrinth Its self, only one creature too which the labyrinth called Master.
The goblin king flew through the open window into his throne room filled with the remains of the goblins that had not gone to Miss Sarah. His appearance shifted as he landed feet first on the stone floor shiny leather heeled boots hit the dirty grey rock his long lean legs now clad in tight grey breeches a white silk shirt open all the way to his navel exposing both his gold pendant and his creamy white chest. The goblin kings face was tight with anger and the goblins near by took it as a sigh too run for their lives. Their kings perfect thin lips were curved into a snarl his mismatched eyes of chocolate brown and sea blue burnt like a man ready to kill, his mass of icy blonde hair blow out around him like a storm of sliver and white.
The kings snarl bellowed out into the throne room and even more goblins went running for cover the little dirty wrinkly brown creatures dratted in every direction even running head first into one another. The king grabbed one of the small goblins dashing by and pulled it up by the taters of the shirt it was wearing the little fur covered goblin shock in fear of its king.
"What right does It have I am its master" the goblin king growled out as he throw the poor shaking little goblin into the nearest wall.
"Well answer me what right do you have too do this" Jareth clenched his jaw tight his lip curled up to reveal sharp inhuman teeth "WELL!!!!!" the monarch screamed out as he lowered himself heavily down on his throne.
The air within the throne room thickened, there in the pit at the centre of the large filthy throne room in a shimmer of light appeared an owl feathers of jet black its huge golden brown eyes stared at the angry king.
"well labyrinth explain your barring me from anywhere within you expect where we stand now" Jareth voice sieved with magic even now sat upon his throne he was trying to use magic to find the runner within the labyrinths walls. He twisted his hand towards the bird atop Jareth s finger tips appeared a perfectly clear crystal. "why is it I can not even see the runner" the bird shifted under its masters gaze as Jareth growled out in angry and frustration.
The black bird lifted its head towards the man it called master and a voice escaped its body not truly that of a man or of a woman it was simple, melodic and calm. "My master, the runner is my challenger not yours, you have not taken anything from them you are not this runners foe." The labyrinth spoke politely and yet with a voice that also aloud no argument towards its statement.
Jareth cocked an eye brow towards the image the labyrinth was using to communicate. It did speak the truth whom ever the runner was they had not wished away anything too the goblins, but then that left the question how did they find themselves at the entrance to the labyrinth in the first place and also why had the labyrinth decided to let them run.
"how long has the runner left" Jareth's mind was clicking over things he was not happy that the labyrinth was going against him in any way but he was intrigued to find out how far this runner would get, after all even the defiant and brave miss Sarah had not faced the true labyrinth no the goblin king felt somewhat sorry for the poor creature being made to run against the true labyrinth.
"The mortal girl has 12hours and 52 minutes left my master" the labyrinths voice made it to the goblin kings ears and he shot up back completely straight in his throne.
"A mortal? Are you mad the poor creature will not stand a chance" the king shook his head as he placed his face in his open hand rubbing his eyes with gloved fingers. The images of his own run nearly a whole millennium earlier still haunted his dreams. He had pictured perhaps a fae or at least an Elven creature to of found its self the runner for the labyrinth. A mortal however Jareth pondered how strange there were not mortals living within the underground of that the goblin king was sure, 'so how did she get here' he thought silently to himself.
"My master should not judge a book by ones cover" the labyrinth cocked its head too the side and if it was possible for an owl too do so one would say it actually smiled.
Mean while within the labyrinth the strange mortal girl Chrissie was staring at the endless corridor she smiled to her self "so not as endless as it seems" she started forward brushing her hand across the stone wall looking for openings she knew had too be there somewhere. Her hand suddenly lost contact with the wall finding only air beneath her finger tips her smile grow. "Well I guess it helps when you know what you're looking for" Chrissie turned into the new corridor and sighed she could feel magic shifting around her and knew the labyrinth was changing to match her. Things were only going to get harder from this point on.