Title: Shunned
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic'?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Tristram stood and quietly took in the scene before him, a young woman clad in her night clothes and a bruise developing on her pale skin was standing close to him. A middle-aged man in a disheveled business suit stood by a writing desk, clutching the book. It was obvious what had transpired, the daughter had angered her father and he had 'wished' her away.
He turned back to the girl; something about her didn't sit well with him. She seemed so out of place, she was of a medium height and of a small build, her hair hung down to hair lower back and her skin was as pale as the snow falling outside. He looked at her eyes and in that moment he knew pain
Her eyes held an emptiness, and a pain that would frighten any mortal man. He looked into those dark beguiling violet pools and tried to read her, only to realize she was doing the exact same thing to him. He smiled at her, a cruel smile of knowing. This one would be fun indeed.
"You're him aren't you?" she whispered, drawing him from his thoughts, "You're the Lamia king." Her voice was soft and light, yet deep and sensual. He studied her features closer, cocking his head to the side. Her eye pleasing face and form seemed almost elvish. She radiated the beauty that he had only witnessed in that species, her eyes, though hollow and empty held a wisdom of the world around her, as if she was in tune with it.
Coming out of his thoughts he spoke in a richly accented voice "Yes, I am the Lamia king, and I have come to claim my property."
"You will not." She replied quickly, an angry glow entering her eyes. The wind outside began to blow harder again.
"Yes I will, your father so graciously offered you to me. I am accepting that offer." Tristram grinned cruelly showing his sharp, pointed teeth.
"I didn't offer her." Curtis spoke up, confused by the conversation his daughter was having with the strange intruder, 'If you don't leave, I, I'll call the police!"
"What's said, is said, go back to your papers and your briefcase. Your daughter is mine." Tristram spoke harshly to the man.
"Take her; she's brought me nothing but pain and sorrow anyways." Curtis replied as he turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Constance winced at her fathers words; she should have known he would betray her. She looked back at the Lamia king and waited for the inevitable. "You don't want to go." He stated more than asked as he watched her reaction to her father's words.
"No, I wish to stay here. I have a life here, it may not be much of one, but it's all I have." She replied, her voice cold, emotionless.
"Seeing as I am a gracious ruler, I shall make a bargain with you." She narrowed her eyes in distrust, "You may run my labyrinth, and by successfully reaching the center you will win your freedom. If you do not reach the center, you will be mine. I'm sure the Lamia's would love to suck every bit of knowledge from that intelligent mind of yours." He finished with a distressingly evil laugh.
He walked to her and wrapped his arm around her waist; before she could pull away the ground lurched beneath her feet. She stumbled further into his embrace. The wind whipped at her face and she tightly closed her eyes, but the, it stopped. The King had released from his embrace and she opened her eyes.
The sun was shinning brightly over a parched landscape, sand stretched out as far the eye could see. But she knew better, slowly she turned around to face the monstrosity she knew was there. She gasped when she saw how huge the maze actually was. She said a silent prayer and then returned her gaze to the king.
Tristram watched in amusement as the girl looked out at his labyrinth, she had no clue what she was in for. He watched as she looked back at him and tried to put on a brace face, he smiled at her.
"Does something amuse you, your highness?" He was taken back by the venom in her voice; no one spoke to him in such tones, save his brother, of course.
He advanced on her and smoothly replied "Only the thought of you meeting my subjects once your time has run out."
The wind picked up as she aloud anger to cloud her vision, "And how much time are you allotting me, sire?" her sarcasm once again catching him off guard.
"You will have 13 hours to solve the Labyrinth, or else you are mine. Remember, my dear, the challenges that lay beyond that gate are all logic. You will not only have to find your way through the tangled corridors, but you will also have to solve those challenges."
With every word he spoke her anger seemed to rise, clouds began to form and soon the sky was a sick gray. This did not go unnoticed by the Lord of the land, he was ruler in this place and he controlled everything that happened, yet someone was controlling the elements.
He cast a glance at the girl before him, and decided that this one was not to be underestimated. With a feral grin he said "Your time begins now." With that he faded away.
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic'?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Tristram stood and quietly took in the scene before him, a young woman clad in her night clothes and a bruise developing on her pale skin was standing close to him. A middle-aged man in a disheveled business suit stood by a writing desk, clutching the book. It was obvious what had transpired, the daughter had angered her father and he had 'wished' her away.
He turned back to the girl; something about her didn't sit well with him. She seemed so out of place, she was of a medium height and of a small build, her hair hung down to hair lower back and her skin was as pale as the snow falling outside. He looked at her eyes and in that moment he knew pain
Her eyes held an emptiness, and a pain that would frighten any mortal man. He looked into those dark beguiling violet pools and tried to read her, only to realize she was doing the exact same thing to him. He smiled at her, a cruel smile of knowing. This one would be fun indeed.
"You're him aren't you?" she whispered, drawing him from his thoughts, "You're the Lamia king." Her voice was soft and light, yet deep and sensual. He studied her features closer, cocking his head to the side. Her eye pleasing face and form seemed almost elvish. She radiated the beauty that he had only witnessed in that species, her eyes, though hollow and empty held a wisdom of the world around her, as if she was in tune with it.
Coming out of his thoughts he spoke in a richly accented voice "Yes, I am the Lamia king, and I have come to claim my property."
"You will not." She replied quickly, an angry glow entering her eyes. The wind outside began to blow harder again.
"Yes I will, your father so graciously offered you to me. I am accepting that offer." Tristram grinned cruelly showing his sharp, pointed teeth.
"I didn't offer her." Curtis spoke up, confused by the conversation his daughter was having with the strange intruder, 'If you don't leave, I, I'll call the police!"
"What's said, is said, go back to your papers and your briefcase. Your daughter is mine." Tristram spoke harshly to the man.
"Take her; she's brought me nothing but pain and sorrow anyways." Curtis replied as he turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Constance winced at her fathers words; she should have known he would betray her. She looked back at the Lamia king and waited for the inevitable. "You don't want to go." He stated more than asked as he watched her reaction to her father's words.
"No, I wish to stay here. I have a life here, it may not be much of one, but it's all I have." She replied, her voice cold, emotionless.
"Seeing as I am a gracious ruler, I shall make a bargain with you." She narrowed her eyes in distrust, "You may run my labyrinth, and by successfully reaching the center you will win your freedom. If you do not reach the center, you will be mine. I'm sure the Lamia's would love to suck every bit of knowledge from that intelligent mind of yours." He finished with a distressingly evil laugh.
He walked to her and wrapped his arm around her waist; before she could pull away the ground lurched beneath her feet. She stumbled further into his embrace. The wind whipped at her face and she tightly closed her eyes, but the, it stopped. The King had released from his embrace and she opened her eyes.
The sun was shinning brightly over a parched landscape, sand stretched out as far the eye could see. But she knew better, slowly she turned around to face the monstrosity she knew was there. She gasped when she saw how huge the maze actually was. She said a silent prayer and then returned her gaze to the king.
Tristram watched in amusement as the girl looked out at his labyrinth, she had no clue what she was in for. He watched as she looked back at him and tried to put on a brace face, he smiled at her.
"Does something amuse you, your highness?" He was taken back by the venom in her voice; no one spoke to him in such tones, save his brother, of course.
He advanced on her and smoothly replied "Only the thought of you meeting my subjects once your time has run out."
The wind picked up as she aloud anger to cloud her vision, "And how much time are you allotting me, sire?" her sarcasm once again catching him off guard.
"You will have 13 hours to solve the Labyrinth, or else you are mine. Remember, my dear, the challenges that lay beyond that gate are all logic. You will not only have to find your way through the tangled corridors, but you will also have to solve those challenges."
With every word he spoke her anger seemed to rise, clouds began to form and soon the sky was a sick gray. This did not go unnoticed by the Lord of the land, he was ruler in this place and he controlled everything that happened, yet someone was controlling the elements.
He cast a glance at the girl before him, and decided that this one was not to be underestimated. With a feral grin he said "Your time begins now." With that he faded away.