Author's Note:
As I post the last few chapters of this story I figured I'd throw a little note in. It's a strange thing reposting and reading a story that was written, in a sense, a lifetime ago. There is a huge part of me that's very proud. I'm proud of the fifteen/sixteen year old 'me' who created this enormous story, who worked so hard to represent the image in her mind via words and who longed to honor Labyrinth in doing so. I'm proud of the reception the story received way back then in the late 90s and whoever might still enjoy it today. I'm also a little bit startled to see how much everything about my writing has matured today in comparison. I guess nearly 20 years will do that. To this day I have so much to thank Labyrinth for. It opened the gate to writing and really fanned the flame of my creativity.
I know this story has a lot of drama- so did beat my little teenage heart, haha. To me it's still precious. A snapshot, a memory, the first of my 'literary children.' Forgive it some of it's technical errors and affected dialogue. More than once I thought I couldn't post it again when reading some of my chapters, but in the end I find I still love it after so many years.
Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed. I hope it was a little break from reality. There are two more chapters to be posted still, don't fret.
Molly
