Chapter 1
The golden light illuminated the back yard through the open French windows of the master bedroom.
A bubbling laughter followed a recently begun story, and filled the warm summer night.
"but the girl got so upset with her baby brother crying. What ever she did he just wouldn't stop. So she held him up in front of her and said the words," the little girl said to her giggling sister and stood up. Hoisting her mothers' ball gown up she walked to the open spot between the bed and balcony before acting out the lines as she had done so far. Holding a doll up in front of her she screamed at the child
"Goblin King, Goblin King. Where ever you might be! Take this child away from me!" discarding the doll she returned her attention to the three year old.
"But those weren't the words. Sighing she put him back in the crib and walked over to the door. Not knowing she had been heard she wished for the right words. And they came. You see Lara, there were goblins behind the mirror," she paused as she grinned to the mirror by the door "but they couldn't come and take the boy unless she said the right words. So they made her remember the right words. As she walked out she said them,"
again the girl walked over to the door, and hoisted up the dress, not to trip on it or rip it in any way. Turning in what was supposed to be dramatically, she acted sour,
"I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now" walking back to the three year old she was about to continue the story, but was cut of as the lights went out.
"then the goblins came and got him" she said in a barely audible voice, hugging the baby tightly to prevent the abduction.
Suddenly clawed hands began grabbing for the child, and tore Lara away from her sister.
"NO! DON'T!" screamed the older sister, but it was too later. She was all alone in the king sized bed, and began crying.
The room was silent for a long time before a smooth voice broke it.
"You know where your sister was taken, don't you, Aria?"
The girl jumped and looked up into the face of a tall pale man with masses of blond unryly hair.
"I didn't mean it," she pleaded in a thin voice as large crystalline tears rolled down her red cheeks.
The man sighed, well aware she told the truth. The child had believed the tale of the Labyrinth to be a fairy tale, as most of the youth in that time.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked softly, trying to stop the frightened sobs. The girl nodded.
"You're the king," the sobs had gotten fewer, but she still couldn't speak more than a whisper.
Aria stared at the king with pleading eyes, too embarrassed to say anything. The king saw this, and knew she was a very timid child indeed.
"Please," she said. Her voice was like a thin silver whisp of smoke to him, "I didn't mean it," the whisp faded away and died.
Jareth looked down at the nine year old, and tired hard to find a loop hole in the rules of the Labyrinth.
Neither of them heard the low rumbling out in the front of the house. None of them were aware of the front door opening and closing, or the feet on the stairs. They were both oblivious to the shadow that appeared in the hallway, and it wasn't until a low voice broke the silence.
"Excuse me, but what is going on in here?"
Though startled, Jareth kept his calm exterior, and quirked an eyebrow at the newcomer. The girl however jumped and ran to the woman as she realized who it was.
"Tiani!" was all she said as she jumped into the others arms and hid her face to her shoulder.
"Heey! Shhh." the newcomer, Tiani, tried to soothe the girl and spoke with a calm voice, but Jareth could feel the piercing stare from the shadows.
"What happened Aria?" to the king the words sounded like they floated like rose petals on a warm breeze, enhanced by the scent of her rose perfume. "Where's mum and dad?"
Tiani had moved further in to the room and was now illuminated by the full moon, and the street lights. Though her voice was calm and soothing, he saw her face was like a pale mask of anger.
Locking gazes he could hear her thinking 'Make one false move and no one will be able to recognize your corpse' he nodded to show he had understood the warning.
"Mama and pop is at the hospital. Papa cut his leg again, and wanted to sew it himself, but mama wouldn't let him, and took him to the hospital.
"They let me stay at home and watch Lara, since you were to come home anytime anyway. So I began telling her a bedtime story and" the child buried her face deeper into the folds of the leather jacket,
"and I wished her away"
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AN/: For those of you who already read this and found it interesting, though annoying with the overly compact text. (you have no idea how it irked my bones.)
Any way. Hope you'll like it better now. I'll thank the one who notified me in the last chappy posted so far. Now I have to edit the sh(beeeep)t.
TL
)O(
The golden light illuminated the back yard through the open French windows of the master bedroom.
A bubbling laughter followed a recently begun story, and filled the warm summer night.
"but the girl got so upset with her baby brother crying. What ever she did he just wouldn't stop. So she held him up in front of her and said the words," the little girl said to her giggling sister and stood up. Hoisting her mothers' ball gown up she walked to the open spot between the bed and balcony before acting out the lines as she had done so far. Holding a doll up in front of her she screamed at the child
"Goblin King, Goblin King. Where ever you might be! Take this child away from me!" discarding the doll she returned her attention to the three year old.
"But those weren't the words. Sighing she put him back in the crib and walked over to the door. Not knowing she had been heard she wished for the right words. And they came. You see Lara, there were goblins behind the mirror," she paused as she grinned to the mirror by the door "but they couldn't come and take the boy unless she said the right words. So they made her remember the right words. As she walked out she said them,"
again the girl walked over to the door, and hoisted up the dress, not to trip on it or rip it in any way. Turning in what was supposed to be dramatically, she acted sour,
"I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now" walking back to the three year old she was about to continue the story, but was cut of as the lights went out.
"then the goblins came and got him" she said in a barely audible voice, hugging the baby tightly to prevent the abduction.
Suddenly clawed hands began grabbing for the child, and tore Lara away from her sister.
"NO! DON'T!" screamed the older sister, but it was too later. She was all alone in the king sized bed, and began crying.
The room was silent for a long time before a smooth voice broke it.
"You know where your sister was taken, don't you, Aria?"
The girl jumped and looked up into the face of a tall pale man with masses of blond unryly hair.
"I didn't mean it," she pleaded in a thin voice as large crystalline tears rolled down her red cheeks.
The man sighed, well aware she told the truth. The child had believed the tale of the Labyrinth to be a fairy tale, as most of the youth in that time.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked softly, trying to stop the frightened sobs. The girl nodded.
"You're the king," the sobs had gotten fewer, but she still couldn't speak more than a whisper.
Aria stared at the king with pleading eyes, too embarrassed to say anything. The king saw this, and knew she was a very timid child indeed.
"Please," she said. Her voice was like a thin silver whisp of smoke to him, "I didn't mean it," the whisp faded away and died.
Jareth looked down at the nine year old, and tired hard to find a loop hole in the rules of the Labyrinth.
Neither of them heard the low rumbling out in the front of the house. None of them were aware of the front door opening and closing, or the feet on the stairs. They were both oblivious to the shadow that appeared in the hallway, and it wasn't until a low voice broke the silence.
"Excuse me, but what is going on in here?"
Though startled, Jareth kept his calm exterior, and quirked an eyebrow at the newcomer. The girl however jumped and ran to the woman as she realized who it was.
"Tiani!" was all she said as she jumped into the others arms and hid her face to her shoulder.
"Heey! Shhh." the newcomer, Tiani, tried to soothe the girl and spoke with a calm voice, but Jareth could feel the piercing stare from the shadows.
"What happened Aria?" to the king the words sounded like they floated like rose petals on a warm breeze, enhanced by the scent of her rose perfume. "Where's mum and dad?"
Tiani had moved further in to the room and was now illuminated by the full moon, and the street lights. Though her voice was calm and soothing, he saw her face was like a pale mask of anger.
Locking gazes he could hear her thinking 'Make one false move and no one will be able to recognize your corpse' he nodded to show he had understood the warning.
"Mama and pop is at the hospital. Papa cut his leg again, and wanted to sew it himself, but mama wouldn't let him, and took him to the hospital.
"They let me stay at home and watch Lara, since you were to come home anytime anyway. So I began telling her a bedtime story and" the child buried her face deeper into the folds of the leather jacket,
"and I wished her away"
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AN/: For those of you who already read this and found it interesting, though annoying with the overly compact text. (you have no idea how it irked my bones.)
Any way. Hope you'll like it better now. I'll thank the one who notified me in the last chappy posted so far. Now I have to edit the sh(beeeep)t.
TL
)O(