A/N: I would formally like to apologize for this sequel, im beginning to
think I should have never started it. Anyway thanks for the support and I
will finish it for myself if no one else.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
The messenger arrived a few days later Faryn wrote his reply then all he could do was wait.
"It is Lord Faryn's reply." Malek carefully took the scroll and then read it. He smiled.
"He has agreed Daryn."
"Very well we will send instructions for him, we must know when there might be a gathering, something with a lot of people so that we will not attract attention."
.......................
Sariya breathed heavily her whole life seemed a mystery to her. A brother that she never knew of who was presumed dead. A kingdom she never knew. She seemed content for the time being.
Jareth from time to time would surprise her by brining an old friend, or bring what she knew as her family down to visit.
For the first time she felt the child within her kick. She smiled things seemed to be going well, but Sariya learned that with the Labyrinth just when things were peaceful that is when things changed.
She felt restless and began her walk in the garden.
..............
Jareth paced in the throne room he was waiting for a reply from Faryn to know that everything was going as planned. Jareth only hoped that he could trust Faryn but at this point he had no choice; he had to know what his uncle was up to plus this new information of Malek being alive.
Jareth still remembered how he thought he had killed him, the look in his eyes. How was he able to betray others thoughts. Jareth knew glamour existed, it was how he was able to create the ballroom, but the appearance of death was something different all together, especially in one who was so young at the time.
The messenger entered the throne room. "Your majesty I believe this is what you're waiting for." He bowed and left quickly.
Jareth read the scroll quickly, he breathed deeply, there was no turning back now, the plan was in motion.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
The messenger arrived a few days later Faryn wrote his reply then all he could do was wait.
"It is Lord Faryn's reply." Malek carefully took the scroll and then read it. He smiled.
"He has agreed Daryn."
"Very well we will send instructions for him, we must know when there might be a gathering, something with a lot of people so that we will not attract attention."
.......................
Sariya breathed heavily her whole life seemed a mystery to her. A brother that she never knew of who was presumed dead. A kingdom she never knew. She seemed content for the time being.
Jareth from time to time would surprise her by brining an old friend, or bring what she knew as her family down to visit.
For the first time she felt the child within her kick. She smiled things seemed to be going well, but Sariya learned that with the Labyrinth just when things were peaceful that is when things changed.
She felt restless and began her walk in the garden.
..............
Jareth paced in the throne room he was waiting for a reply from Faryn to know that everything was going as planned. Jareth only hoped that he could trust Faryn but at this point he had no choice; he had to know what his uncle was up to plus this new information of Malek being alive.
Jareth still remembered how he thought he had killed him, the look in his eyes. How was he able to betray others thoughts. Jareth knew glamour existed, it was how he was able to create the ballroom, but the appearance of death was something different all together, especially in one who was so young at the time.
The messenger entered the throne room. "Your majesty I believe this is what you're waiting for." He bowed and left quickly.
Jareth read the scroll quickly, he breathed deeply, there was no turning back now, the plan was in motion.