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 3: Truth Be Told
Isis greeted her mother happily with Jareth following close behind. Isis questioned her mother with a glance, and Ione nodded. The younger centauress composed herself quickly so she wouldn't alert her father that something was up. Jareth missed the silent exchange as he talked with Apollo. Finishing his conversation with his son, Jareth turned and greeted Ione with a tender kiss on her cheek. It hurt her somewhat that she would soon be giving this man away, and she allowed the evening to continue as usual. Jareth didn't suspect, which Ione found almost unbelievable since Jareth always knew what happened in his kingdom, and Ione waited until the children had retired for the evening before breaking the news.
"Jareth, I have something to tell you."
"Go on."
Ione took a breath and began.
"I have brought Sarah back to the Labyrinth, Jareth."
"What?" Jareth leaped up from his chair in surprise. Ione held up her hand and motioned for him to remain seated.
"It is possible, Jareth. Apollo and I can move between worlds as well, and we are not ruled by spells on bringing people back."
"You brought Sarah here?" he seemed incredulous at the fact and rightly so.
"You think of her more often than you would admit to, Jareth. I think you don't tell me to spare my feelings, and that is rather sweet of you. It shows how far we've come since Apollo, but I know. I know of the moments when you return to her in spirit."
"I don't understand you, Ione. You say to me that you love me, yet you bring back into my world the girl who truly holds my heart?"
Ione looked up at the man of her dreams with tear glistened eyes.
"It is because I love you, Jareth, that I must do this. Those who love as I love you must sacrifice for the ones they love to give their love happiness. You have not asked favors of me since Isis, and I think that has much to do with the way Sarah has filled your heart and soul."
"I will still love you though."
"I know, Jareth, but not as you love her. I am just beginning to see how selfish I have been to you."
She walked quietly from the room. Jareth was no doubt planning a rendezvous with Sarah, and she did not want to take any more of his time. She walked in deathly silence to her room. She could still barely believe she'd been able to tell him. A weight seemed to have settled on her heart, and it was getting heavier every moment. She sat down on the edge of her bed, but she was startled by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
Apollo came in slowly, his eyes on his mother. He had a slight height advantage over his mother, and when he stood before her, he had to look down to look at her face. What he saw there told him he'd been right.
"You told him?"
"Yes, I did."
"I wish I could help you let go, Mother."
"No, Apollo, I will always love your father. There is no forgetting him, but now my primary concern is for you and your sister."
Apollo hugged his mother, and she laid her head on her son's shoulder.
"I am so tired of hurting, Apollo."
"Rest, Mother. You carry more burdens than ten people could handle."
Ione sighed, but her eyelids were getting heavy. Soon Apollo noticed his mother was fast asleep. Smiling he tucked her in bed much as she had done for him as a child. It almost boggled his mind that his childhood had only been five years ago. He looked back once he reached the door and was satisfied to see his mother breathing peacefully. He shook his head slowly. He couldn't believe his mother hadn't burned herself out long ago with her turbulent emotions. He did not envy her the heartbreak she'd brought on herself, but it had been the right thing to do. He admired her courage to go through something so painful willingly. Shaking his head once more, he slipped back to his own room.
Chapter 3: Truth Be Told
Isis greeted her mother happily with Jareth following close behind. Isis questioned her mother with a glance, and Ione nodded. The younger centauress composed herself quickly so she wouldn't alert her father that something was up. Jareth missed the silent exchange as he talked with Apollo. Finishing his conversation with his son, Jareth turned and greeted Ione with a tender kiss on her cheek. It hurt her somewhat that she would soon be giving this man away, and she allowed the evening to continue as usual. Jareth didn't suspect, which Ione found almost unbelievable since Jareth always knew what happened in his kingdom, and Ione waited until the children had retired for the evening before breaking the news.
"Jareth, I have something to tell you."
"Go on."
Ione took a breath and began.
"I have brought Sarah back to the Labyrinth, Jareth."
"What?" Jareth leaped up from his chair in surprise. Ione held up her hand and motioned for him to remain seated.
"It is possible, Jareth. Apollo and I can move between worlds as well, and we are not ruled by spells on bringing people back."
"You brought Sarah here?" he seemed incredulous at the fact and rightly so.
"You think of her more often than you would admit to, Jareth. I think you don't tell me to spare my feelings, and that is rather sweet of you. It shows how far we've come since Apollo, but I know. I know of the moments when you return to her in spirit."
"I don't understand you, Ione. You say to me that you love me, yet you bring back into my world the girl who truly holds my heart?"
Ione looked up at the man of her dreams with tear glistened eyes.
"It is because I love you, Jareth, that I must do this. Those who love as I love you must sacrifice for the ones they love to give their love happiness. You have not asked favors of me since Isis, and I think that has much to do with the way Sarah has filled your heart and soul."
"I will still love you though."
"I know, Jareth, but not as you love her. I am just beginning to see how selfish I have been to you."
She walked quietly from the room. Jareth was no doubt planning a rendezvous with Sarah, and she did not want to take any more of his time. She walked in deathly silence to her room. She could still barely believe she'd been able to tell him. A weight seemed to have settled on her heart, and it was getting heavier every moment. She sat down on the edge of her bed, but she was startled by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
Apollo came in slowly, his eyes on his mother. He had a slight height advantage over his mother, and when he stood before her, he had to look down to look at her face. What he saw there told him he'd been right.
"You told him?"
"Yes, I did."
"I wish I could help you let go, Mother."
"No, Apollo, I will always love your father. There is no forgetting him, but now my primary concern is for you and your sister."
Apollo hugged his mother, and she laid her head on her son's shoulder.
"I am so tired of hurting, Apollo."
"Rest, Mother. You carry more burdens than ten people could handle."
Ione sighed, but her eyelids were getting heavy. Soon Apollo noticed his mother was fast asleep. Smiling he tucked her in bed much as she had done for him as a child. It almost boggled his mind that his childhood had only been five years ago. He looked back once he reached the door and was satisfied to see his mother breathing peacefully. He shook his head slowly. He couldn't believe his mother hadn't burned herself out long ago with her turbulent emotions. He did not envy her the heartbreak she'd brought on herself, but it had been the right thing to do. He admired her courage to go through something so painful willingly. Shaking his head once more, he slipped back to his own room.