The Chosen One
By
Jaden O'Brady
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth, its characters, songs, and phrases are unfortunately not mine. They belong to Jim Henson Productions. However, Ione, Apollo, and Isis are my original characters as well as the story. Please do not use my characters without my permission.
Chapter 1: Four Years
The sun rose slowly on a picturesque suburban town. It could've been the set for Pleasantville or more likely Boringville. The houses were perfectly painted in nondescript colors. There were quaint little general stores that probably never got robbed. From the point of view of one of its well known now nineteen year old residents, it was just plain pathetic.
Sarah was your typical teen-almost-adult except for a minor incident involving her now five and a half year-old brother Toby. She almost couldn't believe now that she'd ever wished the adorable child away. Toby was an almost innocent angel, and she loved him completely. Still, she often thought about the sacrifice it took to get him back. She denied the Labyrinth's Goblin King so she could waitress at the local dinner? She sighed in exasperation. Sometimes she wondered what would've happened if she'd stayed, but she would never wish her brother away again to find out.
All was quiet in the world of the Labyrinth. Ione stood watching from the window of Jareth's castle as its King walked his domain. He was thinking of her again. Sarah often entered his thoughts, and she could tell when it happened. Ione felt tears sting behind her eyes. Much as she would like to dream and despite her children, she was not the one for the Goblin King.
Sarah left work in a huff. Yet another dirty trucker on his way through town had tried to hit on her. The jerk had slapped her rear when she was forced to go by him with a tray. Sadly enough, her customer's hot coffee had found its way into his lap. She had simply gone on with her work. She couldn't help it that she looked her age now. She had been worried at sixteen but now she was able to do some part time modeling and actually feel good about her appearance. She reached home and Toby ran up to greet her.
"Sarah!" he exclaimed with a giggle.
"And how is the little angel doing? Is he staying out of trouble?"
Toby nodded with a sly grin.
"So I don't have to. tickle torture!" She began a merciless tickle feast, and Toby squirmed his way out of her arms laughing hysterically all the way to his room.
"How was your day?" her stepmother asked as she came down the stairs.
"Oh, yet another trucker got a lap full of coffee."
Her stepmother just shook her head. This wasn't the first time Sarah had drastically corrected a customer, and she highly doubted it would be the last.
"One of these days you'll find those truckers don't respond so well to a scorched lap."
"And when they do I'll slap them with a harassment case before they can blink!"
They both smiled. They got along much better lately even though they didn't always see eye to eye.
"Oh, a letter came for you in the mail today. There's no return address. It just says Sarah on it. I put it up on your dresser."
Sarah thanked her stepmother and went up to her room. She had a lot of reminders of her childhood but there were many reminders of the present now as well. She saw the letter and reached over to pick it up. It was on a strange paper she didn't recognize. The paper seemed to be made with a strange iridescent glitter that didn't get on your hands or around the room, and it had a small shape in the corner that Sarah felt she recognized somehow. True to her stepmother's words, the letter was simply made out to Sarah. She had no idea how the postman ever got it to their house. Opening the letter, she began to read.
You do not know me, Sarah, but I know you. We must speak together soon for the sake of someone we both hold dear. Go to the park tomorrow around noon and ask for Ione.
Lady Ione Athene
Sarah stared hard at the note and reread it several times. She was sure she'd remember a name like Ione. So she knew the note was right on that account. She wasn't sure she wanted to meet someone under such secret circumstances.
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth, its characters, songs, and phrases are unfortunately not mine. They belong to Jim Henson Productions. However, Ione, Apollo, and Isis are my original characters as well as the story. Please do not use my characters without my permission.
Chapter 1: Four Years
The sun rose slowly on a picturesque suburban town. It could've been the set for Pleasantville or more likely Boringville. The houses were perfectly painted in nondescript colors. There were quaint little general stores that probably never got robbed. From the point of view of one of its well known now nineteen year old residents, it was just plain pathetic.
Sarah was your typical teen-almost-adult except for a minor incident involving her now five and a half year-old brother Toby. She almost couldn't believe now that she'd ever wished the adorable child away. Toby was an almost innocent angel, and she loved him completely. Still, she often thought about the sacrifice it took to get him back. She denied the Labyrinth's Goblin King so she could waitress at the local dinner? She sighed in exasperation. Sometimes she wondered what would've happened if she'd stayed, but she would never wish her brother away again to find out.
All was quiet in the world of the Labyrinth. Ione stood watching from the window of Jareth's castle as its King walked his domain. He was thinking of her again. Sarah often entered his thoughts, and she could tell when it happened. Ione felt tears sting behind her eyes. Much as she would like to dream and despite her children, she was not the one for the Goblin King.
Sarah left work in a huff. Yet another dirty trucker on his way through town had tried to hit on her. The jerk had slapped her rear when she was forced to go by him with a tray. Sadly enough, her customer's hot coffee had found its way into his lap. She had simply gone on with her work. She couldn't help it that she looked her age now. She had been worried at sixteen but now she was able to do some part time modeling and actually feel good about her appearance. She reached home and Toby ran up to greet her.
"Sarah!" he exclaimed with a giggle.
"And how is the little angel doing? Is he staying out of trouble?"
Toby nodded with a sly grin.
"So I don't have to. tickle torture!" She began a merciless tickle feast, and Toby squirmed his way out of her arms laughing hysterically all the way to his room.
"How was your day?" her stepmother asked as she came down the stairs.
"Oh, yet another trucker got a lap full of coffee."
Her stepmother just shook her head. This wasn't the first time Sarah had drastically corrected a customer, and she highly doubted it would be the last.
"One of these days you'll find those truckers don't respond so well to a scorched lap."
"And when they do I'll slap them with a harassment case before they can blink!"
They both smiled. They got along much better lately even though they didn't always see eye to eye.
"Oh, a letter came for you in the mail today. There's no return address. It just says Sarah on it. I put it up on your dresser."
Sarah thanked her stepmother and went up to her room. She had a lot of reminders of her childhood but there were many reminders of the present now as well. She saw the letter and reached over to pick it up. It was on a strange paper she didn't recognize. The paper seemed to be made with a strange iridescent glitter that didn't get on your hands or around the room, and it had a small shape in the corner that Sarah felt she recognized somehow. True to her stepmother's words, the letter was simply made out to Sarah. She had no idea how the postman ever got it to their house. Opening the letter, she began to read.
You do not know me, Sarah, but I know you. We must speak together soon for the sake of someone we both hold dear. Go to the park tomorrow around noon and ask for Ione.
Lady Ione Athene
Sarah stared hard at the note and reread it several times. She was sure she'd remember a name like Ione. So she knew the note was right on that account. She wasn't sure she wanted to meet someone under such secret circumstances.