Disclaimer: Me no own any of the people, from the Labyrinth, well except
for Karah. Newayz. Here it is the fourth chap.
Chapter four: Why Me?
The next morning Karah awoke, she felt more refreshed than what she did yesterday. Karah got up and took a quick shower, after the shower, she went to the dresser and got a pair of black jeans with silver embroidery on the sides, and a black top with a chaukrum with two sais behind it. She quickly got dressed. Stepping out into the empty hallway, Karah began her journey to find the arrogant King. The hallway was dark and the atmosphere seemed very damp, which wasn't unusual for a castle. There were torches on each sides of the wall, giving an eerie glow, which made a simple shadow an enemy waiting to pounce.
Karah continued her journey, through the dark lilted hallway. After a few more minutes of searching, she stumbles upon a large wooden door with different designs forming the rim of the door, and in the middle an eerie picture of Goblins on a rampage, storming a castle, and behind them a tall man with solemn features ridding on a tall obsidic horse. Slowly Karah pushed the heavy door open to find a throne room. It was amazingly clean; she thought it would be at least a little messy, since after all he is the Goblin King. Karah walked in taking a seat on the throne. Karah was beginning to miss her friends.and she knew why too.
~Flash back~ Ever since she was little she could always tell she was different, a lot different. She found out that she could perform majic. Not magic the type magians would use, but majic. Yes, I guess you could say it was a form of witchcraft; after all it is the highest you could go in sorcery. She lived her life alone, for fear of people. She feared that people would look at her and runaway, because of her majic. She continued until seventh grade, when she met her now best friend, Amanda (aka Gabrielle or gabby). She and Amanda shared a bound that was never seen before, they were more than best friends, and they were sisters in the arts of Majic. In eighth grade, their bound was even stronger, for in the midst of eighth grade Amanda had to move away to Florida. For reasons still unknown to Karah. Before Amanda left, Karah and Amanda made pat that they would form a plan to always be together. They decided to choose a carrier that they both loved and they would go to college together, they chose to become Archeologists, because they both loved to study the pasts of people long since dead, and they loved to travel. Together they made that dream reality.
~End flashback~
Karah's concentration was broken by a booming voice suddenly materializing in the room.
"What in the Underground do you think your doing?" the voice of the arrogant King announced.
"Sitting.what else would I be doing?" Karah shot back. Jareth slowly began to creep forward. Karah froze; waiting for the attack, which never came, instead she only heard his arrogant voice.
"I suggest you get up out of MY Throne!!" the king said in a deadly voice.
"Only on one condition." Karah says smoothly and very sly. The king was taken back by the bravery that this young woman bestrode up on him. Taking a deep breath he sighed.
"What?" Jareth said in a very tired and annoyed voice. Karah only smiled.
"Bring my friend Emily down here." Was all she said.
"What do I look like to you a genie?" The king asked angrily. Karah was about to speak but the rude king cut her off.
"No.wait don't answer that." Karah couldn't help but laugh.
"And what's so funny?"
"You.you is what's funny." Karah laughed even harder at the sight of the King's angry look.
"Why should I bring your friend down here, you've been nothing but trouble to me since you got here." He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well then maybe you'll learn not to steal people away from their homes." Karah began laughing again.
"Well maybe.oh never mind" he knew he would get an hours rest of peace if he didn't do what she said.
"Listen Goblin King, either you bring my friend down here, or you can just send me back." "Out of the question." "I'm not finished!!" the king raises his eyebrow again. "Like I said you can either bring my friend down, send me back, or endure the nightmare of having me be your worst fear."
"And just how would you be my worst fear, you are just an annoyance to me is all you've turned out to be." Karah glares at that statement.
"For your information, your not the only one that can perform Majic." Karah said at a near shout, as she sat on the edge of the throne.
"So you think you match my power? Well I'm sorry to bust your pretty little bubble luv, but your powers are not nearly as powerful as mine.I can't even sense your powers, so either your lying or your powers are to weak to be sensed."
"I've learned to hide them." Karah said as she slowly rose.
"Unlike you, I have powers not just magic tricks, but real majic."
"You try my patience girl."
"You have none!"
"Very well, how bout you cool your heels in the dungeons!" with that said Karah disappeared, to only reappear in a dungeon cell.
"Oh boy.me and my big mouth."
Review: sorry it took so long to get the forth chap up. Please review.please.
Chapter four: Why Me?
The next morning Karah awoke, she felt more refreshed than what she did yesterday. Karah got up and took a quick shower, after the shower, she went to the dresser and got a pair of black jeans with silver embroidery on the sides, and a black top with a chaukrum with two sais behind it. She quickly got dressed. Stepping out into the empty hallway, Karah began her journey to find the arrogant King. The hallway was dark and the atmosphere seemed very damp, which wasn't unusual for a castle. There were torches on each sides of the wall, giving an eerie glow, which made a simple shadow an enemy waiting to pounce.
Karah continued her journey, through the dark lilted hallway. After a few more minutes of searching, she stumbles upon a large wooden door with different designs forming the rim of the door, and in the middle an eerie picture of Goblins on a rampage, storming a castle, and behind them a tall man with solemn features ridding on a tall obsidic horse. Slowly Karah pushed the heavy door open to find a throne room. It was amazingly clean; she thought it would be at least a little messy, since after all he is the Goblin King. Karah walked in taking a seat on the throne. Karah was beginning to miss her friends.and she knew why too.
~Flash back~ Ever since she was little she could always tell she was different, a lot different. She found out that she could perform majic. Not magic the type magians would use, but majic. Yes, I guess you could say it was a form of witchcraft; after all it is the highest you could go in sorcery. She lived her life alone, for fear of people. She feared that people would look at her and runaway, because of her majic. She continued until seventh grade, when she met her now best friend, Amanda (aka Gabrielle or gabby). She and Amanda shared a bound that was never seen before, they were more than best friends, and they were sisters in the arts of Majic. In eighth grade, their bound was even stronger, for in the midst of eighth grade Amanda had to move away to Florida. For reasons still unknown to Karah. Before Amanda left, Karah and Amanda made pat that they would form a plan to always be together. They decided to choose a carrier that they both loved and they would go to college together, they chose to become Archeologists, because they both loved to study the pasts of people long since dead, and they loved to travel. Together they made that dream reality.
~End flashback~
Karah's concentration was broken by a booming voice suddenly materializing in the room.
"What in the Underground do you think your doing?" the voice of the arrogant King announced.
"Sitting.what else would I be doing?" Karah shot back. Jareth slowly began to creep forward. Karah froze; waiting for the attack, which never came, instead she only heard his arrogant voice.
"I suggest you get up out of MY Throne!!" the king said in a deadly voice.
"Only on one condition." Karah says smoothly and very sly. The king was taken back by the bravery that this young woman bestrode up on him. Taking a deep breath he sighed.
"What?" Jareth said in a very tired and annoyed voice. Karah only smiled.
"Bring my friend Emily down here." Was all she said.
"What do I look like to you a genie?" The king asked angrily. Karah was about to speak but the rude king cut her off.
"No.wait don't answer that." Karah couldn't help but laugh.
"And what's so funny?"
"You.you is what's funny." Karah laughed even harder at the sight of the King's angry look.
"Why should I bring your friend down here, you've been nothing but trouble to me since you got here." He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well then maybe you'll learn not to steal people away from their homes." Karah began laughing again.
"Well maybe.oh never mind" he knew he would get an hours rest of peace if he didn't do what she said.
"Listen Goblin King, either you bring my friend down here, or you can just send me back." "Out of the question." "I'm not finished!!" the king raises his eyebrow again. "Like I said you can either bring my friend down, send me back, or endure the nightmare of having me be your worst fear."
"And just how would you be my worst fear, you are just an annoyance to me is all you've turned out to be." Karah glares at that statement.
"For your information, your not the only one that can perform Majic." Karah said at a near shout, as she sat on the edge of the throne.
"So you think you match my power? Well I'm sorry to bust your pretty little bubble luv, but your powers are not nearly as powerful as mine.I can't even sense your powers, so either your lying or your powers are to weak to be sensed."
"I've learned to hide them." Karah said as she slowly rose.
"Unlike you, I have powers not just magic tricks, but real majic."
"You try my patience girl."
"You have none!"
"Very well, how bout you cool your heels in the dungeons!" with that said Karah disappeared, to only reappear in a dungeon cell.
"Oh boy.me and my big mouth."
Review: sorry it took so long to get the forth chap up. Please review.please.