*Hello all Labyrinth fans, like the summery says this story gives an
alternate version of events followings Sarah's choice with the helping
hands. Certain characters are mine, others belong to you know who. And if
anyone sees something familiar its not mine. Reviews are welcome, enjoy*
The goblin king bent down and stroked the cheek of his now quiet advisory, that was loosing its warmth but still so soft. He reached beneath her neck and under her knees, picking up her body heavy with the weight of the aboveground world. Pulling her as close to himself as possible, he walked toward the stone and dirt wall in front of him and without hesitation walked through it, appearing in an uninhabited bedchamber in his castle. He laid Sarah's body on the and sat next to her, picking up her wrist to feel for a pulse with one hand while the other threw the crystal across the room. Where it landed appeared an old and portly man. "This better be important Jareth. I was just sitting down to dinner." The man sauntered up to the bed to see who was ill. "Hmm very interesting, a human, hmm. Now what is the emergency?"
"Are you blind Zaldrin? Look at her head!"
"Oh." Zaldrin looked confused. "You want me to fix her? But she just a human! Her life expectancy is only 78 yea-."
"JUST FIX HER!" Jareth boldly interrupted.
"Fine, but I still don't see the point."
Zaldrin set to work on Sarah's wounded cranium; Jareth stood in front of the only window in the room, looking out onto his Labyrinth rather than to the healer. Zaldrin first carefully cleansed the wound that was now finally clotting. He then stitched the wound closed but not before placing three small stone upon Sarah's forehead.
"There, those stone must not be moved until she begins to stir, and even then it may be too soon." Spoke the healer.
"When will she wake?" asked Jareth, still looking upon his Labyrinth.
"A day, a week, never." Jareth shot him a look. "Who knows your highness. If she were of this world I could be certain but humans from aboveground are a different thing all together. Why you continually allow them in I'll never know. If I wer-"
"You can leave now Zaldrin, your usefulness is over." With that Jareth left his post from the window and opened the bedchambers door that usually leads to the hallway, but it now opened into Zaldrins home.
"I suppose dinner will be over now." Huffed the healer. Jareth slammed the door behind him.
The Goblin King looked back to the unconscious girl. It had been so long since anyone had wished a child into the Labyrinth, and even when they had few tried retrieving their children. Jareth looked to Sarah's face, it was incredibly pale, and he could see the thin blue veins beneath her skin, almost fae-like..
"Your Highness!"
Jareth turned to face the goblin that he put in charge to watch Toby. "What are you doing here?
"The baby is crying your highness, I uh think he's hungry."
After hundred of years controlling the goblin city he had yet to be nothing but amazed at their stupidity. "Well did you try feeding him?"
"Uhh." the goblin stammered. "We tried giving him some ale and-" Jareth interrupted him, "I'll deal with it."
The goblin king bent down and stroked the cheek of his now quiet advisory, that was loosing its warmth but still so soft. He reached beneath her neck and under her knees, picking up her body heavy with the weight of the aboveground world. Pulling her as close to himself as possible, he walked toward the stone and dirt wall in front of him and without hesitation walked through it, appearing in an uninhabited bedchamber in his castle. He laid Sarah's body on the and sat next to her, picking up her wrist to feel for a pulse with one hand while the other threw the crystal across the room. Where it landed appeared an old and portly man. "This better be important Jareth. I was just sitting down to dinner." The man sauntered up to the bed to see who was ill. "Hmm very interesting, a human, hmm. Now what is the emergency?"
"Are you blind Zaldrin? Look at her head!"
"Oh." Zaldrin looked confused. "You want me to fix her? But she just a human! Her life expectancy is only 78 yea-."
"JUST FIX HER!" Jareth boldly interrupted.
"Fine, but I still don't see the point."
Zaldrin set to work on Sarah's wounded cranium; Jareth stood in front of the only window in the room, looking out onto his Labyrinth rather than to the healer. Zaldrin first carefully cleansed the wound that was now finally clotting. He then stitched the wound closed but not before placing three small stone upon Sarah's forehead.
"There, those stone must not be moved until she begins to stir, and even then it may be too soon." Spoke the healer.
"When will she wake?" asked Jareth, still looking upon his Labyrinth.
"A day, a week, never." Jareth shot him a look. "Who knows your highness. If she were of this world I could be certain but humans from aboveground are a different thing all together. Why you continually allow them in I'll never know. If I wer-"
"You can leave now Zaldrin, your usefulness is over." With that Jareth left his post from the window and opened the bedchambers door that usually leads to the hallway, but it now opened into Zaldrins home.
"I suppose dinner will be over now." Huffed the healer. Jareth slammed the door behind him.
The Goblin King looked back to the unconscious girl. It had been so long since anyone had wished a child into the Labyrinth, and even when they had few tried retrieving their children. Jareth looked to Sarah's face, it was incredibly pale, and he could see the thin blue veins beneath her skin, almost fae-like..
"Your Highness!"
Jareth turned to face the goblin that he put in charge to watch Toby. "What are you doing here?
"The baby is crying your highness, I uh think he's hungry."
After hundred of years controlling the goblin city he had yet to be nothing but amazed at their stupidity. "Well did you try feeding him?"
"Uhh." the goblin stammered. "We tried giving him some ale and-" Jareth interrupted him, "I'll deal with it."