A/N: Ok Wow, again. I am being threatened with the Bog of Eternal Stench.
To save my nose, I will update as much as possible, I am still trying to
move.
Disclaimer. I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its inhabitants.
Amándir woke; they had been living in a small village on the outskirts of the Misty Moore. He had been careful not to show himself. Soon he would go to the Elf Kingdom and reclaim it.
He was not sure what the year was, he would have to find out soon, the only thing that could foul his plans would be if his daughter were to return. Of course she could easily be dealt with.
Myrrdyn was proving to be very useful, she would bring news of the current goings on. Plus she was very conniving and she knew how to take care of herself.
She came into the small cottage bringing with her some bread. "Amándir, I have heard something most interesting."
He nodded at her.
"There is talk that the Elf Kingdom has its rightful heir?" She asked with a glare in her eye.
"Sariya," He growled in anger. "Has it been 21 years? It must be if she has returned." He paced back and forth.
"Who is Sariya?" Myrrdyn stomped her foot.
"She is my daughter, her mother disappeared with her when she was a few days old. She must have hid very well, I looked for a very long time to find her."
"Why did you not tell me of her before?"
"All though it was never pronounced I thought she was dead."
"Oh, so how does this affect our plans then."
Amándir thought for a moment, pacing back and forth. "Well she was summoned back, She will have to marry Jareth, we will plan our attack for the wedding day. It is very important you keep your ear out for when that will be."
Myrrdyn smiled; yes things were finally going to get started.
Disclaimer. I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its inhabitants.
Amándir woke; they had been living in a small village on the outskirts of the Misty Moore. He had been careful not to show himself. Soon he would go to the Elf Kingdom and reclaim it.
He was not sure what the year was, he would have to find out soon, the only thing that could foul his plans would be if his daughter were to return. Of course she could easily be dealt with.
Myrrdyn was proving to be very useful, she would bring news of the current goings on. Plus she was very conniving and she knew how to take care of herself.
She came into the small cottage bringing with her some bread. "Amándir, I have heard something most interesting."
He nodded at her.
"There is talk that the Elf Kingdom has its rightful heir?" She asked with a glare in her eye.
"Sariya," He growled in anger. "Has it been 21 years? It must be if she has returned." He paced back and forth.
"Who is Sariya?" Myrrdyn stomped her foot.
"She is my daughter, her mother disappeared with her when she was a few days old. She must have hid very well, I looked for a very long time to find her."
"Why did you not tell me of her before?"
"All though it was never pronounced I thought she was dead."
"Oh, so how does this affect our plans then."
Amándir thought for a moment, pacing back and forth. "Well she was summoned back, She will have to marry Jareth, we will plan our attack for the wedding day. It is very important you keep your ear out for when that will be."
Myrrdyn smiled; yes things were finally going to get started.
