Percy stirred in his bed, a film of cold sweat covering his face. It was impossible to sleep under such pressure, everyone in the Goblin City noticed that evening. The City had not been at war for hundreds and perhaps even thousand of years, and now that it was imminent, they all felt like butterflies caught in a storm. Every limb in his body ached with worry and his head pounded as the thought of what was to come lurked in his mind. It was early morning, and not quite daylight. The castle was submerged in a thick mist that wept through the open window of Percys bedroom. He lay in a four poster bed, strewn with deep red satin sheets in which his slender limbs were tangled. Everything else in the room was cold, stone and inanimate apart from a rich mahogany wardrobe that occupied the left corner next to the window.
He dreamt of his mother, whom he had never met. She seemed to have no appearance, but he knew it was her. She was cackling at him as he lay dying after being wounded in battle. He attempted to drag himself toward her, but as soon as he got close she would appear another mile away. Jareth had bought him up to curse her name, instructing him to call whoever mistreats him a whore or a cocksucker. Sweating was greatly encouraged by the Goblin King, but Percy felt that it was not in his nature and that it made him ugly. Eventually the dream calmed, and he began to wake up. He sat straight, his vision blurred and his mind disorientated. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, light began to filter through the curtains and at the end of his bed sat the angel.
He gawked at her, thinking that perhaps his dream was reality and she had come to take him to heaven. But she was real, and so was he, and very much alive too. She wore a cloak of bright white wool, fastened at the neck. Her pale angular face was framed with black hair and hood, with soft pink cheeks and plump, smiling lips. Her emerald green eyes were fixed on him, and it felt as though she could see straight into his soul. Her hand gracefully crept to his knee, and she sighed, as though she was relieved to see him. Then she climbed over to sit next to him in his bed and leaned close to him, so that her warm breath grazed his ear.
"I missed you." She whispered, taking his cheek in her palm and turning him to face her. They were so close, and she stared at his lips with endearment, before kissing them tenderly. He broke away and stared at the angel with confusion, still in his sleepy daze. She cocked her head, then kissed him again. This time he fell into it, and wrapped his arms around her to protect her from the cold mist still melting through the window. Then he stopped, and glared at her in further confusion.
"Why are you here, Constance?" he sighed, but she merely laughed and rested her head on his chest.
"Percy, I love you. I've loved you ever since I helped you at the party. And forgive me, as that was only a few hours ago, but I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Percy was slightly taken aback by the passion behind her words. He had only met her earlier on in the evening, and she was already confessing her undying attraction toward him. He was daft, and never before had he even got so close as to even touch a woman before. He was the definition of innocent, as well as being loyal, shy and eager. But Constance thought that he was perfect, his naivety was the pin point of her affection and it screamed out at her like a siren.
"But.. We barely know each other.." Percy stuttered, twiddling his thumbs together in a nervous state. Constance gave a playful smile and leapt to her feet.
"That gives an excuse to go for a walk through the Labyrinth then" she exclaimed, fastening her cape. He sighed, and lethargically crept out of bed, fetching his fur coat from the wardrobe. She had already skipped out of the room, which gave him a chance to quickly comb his hair. He didn't think it was a good idea, at all.
Outside it was cold, and the murky air clung to the pair like wet clothing. The sky was dark, with a tint of pink as the sun threatened to emerge from the hills yonder. Dawn was always beautiful in the labyrinth; the early morning bird song thronged in the air as the walls and ground glittered miraculously. Percy had always thought it was a marvellous setting at this time, and he was glad to be sharing it with Constance. She was skipping along beside him, a careless grin on her face as she attempted to not step on the cracks in the ground. She was childlike, but a mature woman. Like she didn't own a care in the world, and was just happy to exist. The way she had confessed to Percy had made him think what a strong and slightly arrogant woman she was. But whatever her traits, she certainly was divine. She held his hand, which made him feel delicate in his stomach. He was at least a head and a half taller than her, which felt a nuisance as he had to look down at her.
"Are you Fae?" she asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
"No," he replied, squinting into the distance, "My master found me as a baby and raised me here."
"He stole you?" Constance was looking up at him in disbelief, she had heard about the Golbin Kings habit of stealing human children, but never believed it.
"I was abandoned by my human parents. He found me in a telephone box, almost dead."
"Oh, that's horrible.. I'm sorry to hear that." Percy said nothing. "What is a telephone box?"
"I.. Don't know!" The two broke into laughter, and wiping tears from their eyes turned into a place that Percy had not seen before.
A pool of azure blue was set in a cove of glittered beige rock. It seemed like a hot afternoon in mid summer, as the water glinted against an unknown source of light, even though they had just stepped out of a bleak early morning. Percy stood in awe of the place, not noticing that Constance had removed her cloak and dress. She stood nearly naked in front of him, and beckoned him to come to her. He approached her, and took her in his arms, kissing her with passion and lust. She stopped him, then broke away from him and leapt into the water. He was taken by surprise by her actions, but thought to himself that perhaps he should acquaint to her actions as she came across as extremely impulsive. He removed his coat, and placed it by the pool edge, along with his shirt and shoes. He then wearily place a foot in the water, then slipped off the edge into it, in a very precarious fashion. Constance laughed at how careful he was with himself; completely the opposite of her positively wreckless behaviour. The floated in the water, moving gracefully with it , smiling at eachother.
"So, I don't know any thing about you. Only that you seem to be an envisage of perfection." Percy felt smug, and surprised at how out of character what he had just said was. He could barely believe that he was paying compliments to her, and was doing a good job. She gave him a seductive grin before swimming toward him. They leant against the edge of the pool, with their feet treading to keep them a float. Constance rested her head on his shoulder, and began to tell her tale.
She had been a victim to an abusive parent; her father was an alcoholic and her mother terminally ill. She would come home from school to her father sprawled over their living room floor, bottle in hand and covered in his own vomit. When she would try to wake him, he would beat her, and send her to her room. She was an only child, with no other relatives than her parents. Her mother eventually died, at the time when she was around 5 or six. Her father became even worse, the beating became harder and more thorough. One day, after she had been sent to her room after he had smashed a bottle over her head and kicked her knees till she could barely walk, she decided that if she had to stay there she could not live any longer. She packed a small bag, containing six pairs of knickers and a packet of marshmallows and climbed through her window. It was painful to walk, as her knees were so bludgeoned, but she carried on for miles. After all her marshmallows had gone, and she could walk no longer, she lay down in a field of rape seed and slept. She did not wake up for days, but when she did, she noticed that she was not in the place that she had lay down, nor was it a place that she recognised. It was bright, and seemed clean and safe. At first she thought she was in heaven, but then a hooded figure bent over her and introduced himself. His name was Ezra, and he was from the Underground. He had a kind face, and seemed to be fairly old. Eventually her vision focussed, and she realised it wasn't as bright as she thought. She was in a cottage, her wounds had been tended too and she could not feel much pain any more. He had been walking through the forest where he lived when he came across a field full of rape seed that he had not noticed before. He walked through it, until he came across Constance. He immediately noticed that she was human and how injured she was, and saw it as a sign from Corellon. He raised her, in that little cottage, on the border of a small town that was part of the Goblin City. She had a strong amount of magic, due to her impulsive and strong personality. She was now 17 in human years, but never thought of herself as a human. She was ashamed of it, and never thought of the scum that she was bought into the world by.
Percy was stunned by her story, there was far more depth to it than his. He felt tearful, and sorry for her, but when he looked at her he noticed that she didn't look at all sad. She just appeared thoughtful, as she gazed into the blue of the water. He swam to face her, and held her in his arms.
"Your story is terrible Constance, I am so sorry. You are the most wonderful and deserving person I have met, the life you have now doesn't even suffice." She smiled up at him, now beginning to look tearful, but in a happy way. She placed a hand on his cheek, and kissed his mouth lightly.
"There is only one more thing I need that would make my life perfect, and that is you."
"You have me."