Chapter One: A Dreary Kingdom
Disclaimer: Like many die hard fans, I often dream of owning characters from the Labyrinth. Sadly, this is not so... Yet, I do own my created characters, so please do not use them without my permission!
Author's Note: I apologize that this chapter is extremely short. In the future, I can promise that the rest of my chapters will be more lengthy.
"I said I wanted white wine! What do you call this?" Just then, an earsplitting crash bounced off the castle walls. Slivers of a jade bottle fell to the floor like colorful shrapnel. Goblins scurried out of the way as a gleaming serving cart was hurled across the room.
The elderly servant shifted his weight awkwardly and slowly rubbed his bony hands together. "Your Highness, I'm afraid that we no longer have what you requested." He immediately lowered his eyes and cowardly hung his head.
"Is that so, Lamar?" Effortlessly, the regal noble walked towards an elaborate mirror that hung in front of him. Narrowing his mismatched eyes, he turned to the side and studied the long, wild mane that lay atop of his head. He flecked an imaginary speck of dust off his white poet's shirt and spun around. "What happened to it? We had more than enough yesterday." Impatient for an answer, Jareth sighed and tapped his riding crop against black leather pants that snugly fitted his wiry form.
Lamar jerked up his head. "I'm sorry, your Highness... The goblins must have gotten into it." He then muttered nervously about the lock to the wine cellar being broken.
The king scowled in disgust and clenched his jaw. "Take care of it soon, or I shall throw you into one of my oubliettes!" He then waved the man away and wearily collapsed onto his throne.
Jareth sadly looked around the throne room and frowned. Ever since Sarah had left after making it through his difficult maze, life just hadn't been the same. He had looked forward to his encounters with her, although at times she was difficult. Smiling to himself, the king rubbed his defined chin. I wonder what my Sarah is up to now... He raised his eyebrows and glanced towards a crystal ball that lay on a velvet cushion beside him. I probably shouldn't, Jareth grumbled to himself. Even years after she had left, he still hadn't completely gotten over her. Seeing her face would cause him to grieve over her even more than he already was. Yet, I am extremely curious to see just how she is faring...
Glancing around the room, he was relieved to find that no one was in the room besides him. He quietly slipped out of his chair and nimbly picked up the crystal ball. Rolling it over and under his hand, he commanded to see his love. Jareth smiled in satisfaction as a bright flash of light came forth from the delicate ball. His eyes widened at the sight that lay inside that ball.
A young woman of about twenty was sitting on a couch reading a book. Still the same after all these years... he mused to himself. His hungry eyes took in the sight of her silky, amber hair that ended in soft waves around her shoulders. The flaxen haired ruler sighed as she laughed at an especially amusing part of the novel. I've never seen her this beautiful... Jareth tried to take his gaze from her exotic olive eyes, but failed. After what seemed like eternity, he snapped his fingers, causing the crystal's vision to cease.
He miserably tossed the crystal away from him; leaning back into his seat as the glittering orb rolled soundlessly down the hall. How was he ever going to live without her?