King of Dreams, Owner of None
By Bunniko
AN: Okay, here's the deal. My precious floppy disk with all of KODOON on it, well, it ain't working. So Chapter Nine had vanished back into the pencil sketch in my notebook. As of 1:19 am, on Monday the 19th of August, 2002 here in Japan, I officially give up trying to recover it. I've searched my boyfriend's computer (which is in Japanese) and even opened up the floppy to determine the problem. No luck. So I offer y'all this 'lil Interlude while I try to recover from the blow of having my cast removed to find out that my foot is not healed as well as begin packing to return to America. However, if you want a chapter out sooner, here's what I need. Encouragement. I'm emotionally trashed and also I want reviews. So sue me. But I don't own the Laby, etc, see previous AN's, so don't sue me. Anyway, review away either here at FF.net or at fieryfaerie@yahoo.com. All reviews appreciated, all flames laughed at unless perfectly spelled ;
Interlude
Hoggle, Sir Didymus, Ludo and Ambrosius all gathered nervously around the gates to the Labyrinth. Not long after Sarah's victory, they had all moved out of the Labyrinth, afraid of King Jareth. Not that Sir Didymus was afraid, but Hoggle had impressed upon him that there would be noble deeds to be done outside the walls. Only Hoggle had sensed that there was something strange going on within the gigantic maze.
"Somethin' jes woke up. And I's ain't staying around to find out what." he'd decided, long in the habit of talking to himself. He hadn't had to work overly hard to convince the rest of the ragtag band of traitors to join him. They'd allowed Sir Didymus to lead them in a five year journey across the mountainous region that separated the Labyrinth, the Goblin City and the Castle from the rest of the Underground.
On the other side of those mountains was a sight definitely worth the arduous trek. Almost three months had been spent just ascending and descending the piles of rocks, avoiding the highest peaks where snow threatened or crevices that seemed to have no bottom. Looking down into a lush green valley, the first sight that met their eyes was a small village surrounded by a verdant forest. And when they had entered that forest, they had startled a small herd of pure white unicorns. Hoggle considered that a good omen, and for four and half years, they had wandered the land, meeting Elves, Dwarves, Fae of all ranks (except royalty, of course), Gnomes, Vampires, Were-creatures, every imaginable magic-imbued species and crossbreeds of all kinds. But, at the end of those happy four and a half years, disturbing rumors had reached their ears.
The Labyrinth was changing itself, they said. Dark terrors and nightmares crawled its passages. It was even rebelling against Jareth! Horrified and disbelieving, the quartet set out to see with their own eyes. Another demanding three month travail across harsh mountains was required before they stood before the very gates that Sarah had once sought in vain.
"What's goin' on in there?" Hoggle demanded.
A Firey popped its head over the wall, ears flapping, to see who'd spoken. "Hey, wild! There's people outside!" Then the head descended, to be followed by others, all wondering about the four staring up at them in mild disgust and faint irritation.
Hoggle was suddenly surprised when a voice spoke from the depths, yet at the same time seemed so close. It was a soft woman's voice, faintly familiar. "Welcome back, my children." The gates opened. "Tell me of where you have been." Trailing vines shot out and encircled the arms and legs of the valiant travelers and pulled them deep within, their cries and threats unheard by the one who called himself King. Hoggle's last conscious plea was a desperate croak, "Sarah!"
At that word, the vines paused, but too late. All four were unconscious from the unceremonious trip that had involved collisions with the interior walls. The Will thought for a moment, the name Sarah inspiring a deep hunger within it. The vines grew still as purpose left them, but a moment later more gently picked up their prisoners and carried them to the Helping Hands, who, ever so helpfully, safely tucked them into the oubliette. The Will would deal with them later, when they awoke.
AN: Okay, here's the deal. My precious floppy disk with all of KODOON on it, well, it ain't working. So Chapter Nine had vanished back into the pencil sketch in my notebook. As of 1:19 am, on Monday the 19th of August, 2002 here in Japan, I officially give up trying to recover it. I've searched my boyfriend's computer (which is in Japanese) and even opened up the floppy to determine the problem. No luck. So I offer y'all this 'lil Interlude while I try to recover from the blow of having my cast removed to find out that my foot is not healed as well as begin packing to return to America. However, if you want a chapter out sooner, here's what I need. Encouragement. I'm emotionally trashed and also I want reviews. So sue me. But I don't own the Laby, etc, see previous AN's, so don't sue me. Anyway, review away either here at FF.net or at fieryfaerie@yahoo.com. All reviews appreciated, all flames laughed at unless perfectly spelled ;
Interlude
Hoggle, Sir Didymus, Ludo and Ambrosius all gathered nervously around the gates to the Labyrinth. Not long after Sarah's victory, they had all moved out of the Labyrinth, afraid of King Jareth. Not that Sir Didymus was afraid, but Hoggle had impressed upon him that there would be noble deeds to be done outside the walls. Only Hoggle had sensed that there was something strange going on within the gigantic maze.
"Somethin' jes woke up. And I's ain't staying around to find out what." he'd decided, long in the habit of talking to himself. He hadn't had to work overly hard to convince the rest of the ragtag band of traitors to join him. They'd allowed Sir Didymus to lead them in a five year journey across the mountainous region that separated the Labyrinth, the Goblin City and the Castle from the rest of the Underground.
On the other side of those mountains was a sight definitely worth the arduous trek. Almost three months had been spent just ascending and descending the piles of rocks, avoiding the highest peaks where snow threatened or crevices that seemed to have no bottom. Looking down into a lush green valley, the first sight that met their eyes was a small village surrounded by a verdant forest. And when they had entered that forest, they had startled a small herd of pure white unicorns. Hoggle considered that a good omen, and for four and half years, they had wandered the land, meeting Elves, Dwarves, Fae of all ranks (except royalty, of course), Gnomes, Vampires, Were-creatures, every imaginable magic-imbued species and crossbreeds of all kinds. But, at the end of those happy four and a half years, disturbing rumors had reached their ears.
The Labyrinth was changing itself, they said. Dark terrors and nightmares crawled its passages. It was even rebelling against Jareth! Horrified and disbelieving, the quartet set out to see with their own eyes. Another demanding three month travail across harsh mountains was required before they stood before the very gates that Sarah had once sought in vain.
"What's goin' on in there?" Hoggle demanded.
A Firey popped its head over the wall, ears flapping, to see who'd spoken. "Hey, wild! There's people outside!" Then the head descended, to be followed by others, all wondering about the four staring up at them in mild disgust and faint irritation.
Hoggle was suddenly surprised when a voice spoke from the depths, yet at the same time seemed so close. It was a soft woman's voice, faintly familiar. "Welcome back, my children." The gates opened. "Tell me of where you have been." Trailing vines shot out and encircled the arms and legs of the valiant travelers and pulled them deep within, their cries and threats unheard by the one who called himself King. Hoggle's last conscious plea was a desperate croak, "Sarah!"
At that word, the vines paused, but too late. All four were unconscious from the unceremonious trip that had involved collisions with the interior walls. The Will thought for a moment, the name Sarah inspiring a deep hunger within it. The vines grew still as purpose left them, but a moment later more gently picked up their prisoners and carried them to the Helping Hands, who, ever so helpfully, safely tucked them into the oubliette. The Will would deal with them later, when they awoke.