Chapter Nine - Reveries
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A/N - All right! Short chapter today. I haven't been able to decide on the source of
Arian's power yet and I sorely need some suggestions! I deleted that other story
because I had some ideas for it but I just couldn't make them funny enough. However
a fifth part to the trilogy is in the greymatter! I was thinking about throwing some
pirates in for good measure! Ta rah!
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Hoggle dashed through the corridors as quickly as he could, desperate not to be seen.
The last visit had been tricky, so much so that it had taken him a three months to plan.
He wasn't sure why he did it. Mostly because he felt sorry for the girl being stuck at
the centre of the Labyrinth surrounded by troublesome goblins. It was not a very good
existence in his opinion. Not that being a renegade was either but it did give you a
certain amount of freedom. He didn't mean to let it slip about where Arian had come
from, not consciously anyway. He wondered if Jareth had lied to her all these years or
if it had just never been mentioned and that Arian had just assumed she was a second
generation mortal orphan, born and bred in the Underground with insignificant
heritage. He was reluctant to tell her about 'the incident' as well but figured that she
would find out eventually and that it wouldn't hurt for her to see it from another
perspective. For those few moments he let his guard down from thinking about his
adventure all those years ago. A big mistake because crashed head first into a pair of
knees. Oh bugger! he recognised those breeches.
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Arian lay flat on her bed, her body frozen with shock. The moonlight slipped through
the window, highlighting the tiny specks of dust that were always present. A chilling
draft danced across her face.
This was too much to take in for one night. Not only had an enormous aspect of her
home been kept secret from her, but so had her entire existence. She had never really
thought about where she had come from before. She had always known that the king
was not her real father and that she had been adopted in her infancy. But to be wished
away by her own family was far worse than anything she could've guessed. She had
never really wanted to know what had happened to her natural parents. She had
secretly hoped that they were dead so she wouldn't have to face up to the fact that they
hadn't wanted her.
With one swift movement she tore off the thin chain around her neck from which her
star pendant hung. What had always been a symbol of hope and comfort to her was
now a dead weight upon her collar bone, mercilessly crushing her. In her rage, she
flung it across the room where it bounced across the heavy floorboards and the smooth
jet glistened in the moonlight as if it were a black hole devouring the sun...
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A/N - All right! Short chapter today. I haven't been able to decide on the source of
Arian's power yet and I sorely need some suggestions! I deleted that other story
because I had some ideas for it but I just couldn't make them funny enough. However
a fifth part to the trilogy is in the greymatter! I was thinking about throwing some
pirates in for good measure! Ta rah!
******
Hoggle dashed through the corridors as quickly as he could, desperate not to be seen.
The last visit had been tricky, so much so that it had taken him a three months to plan.
He wasn't sure why he did it. Mostly because he felt sorry for the girl being stuck at
the centre of the Labyrinth surrounded by troublesome goblins. It was not a very good
existence in his opinion. Not that being a renegade was either but it did give you a
certain amount of freedom. He didn't mean to let it slip about where Arian had come
from, not consciously anyway. He wondered if Jareth had lied to her all these years or
if it had just never been mentioned and that Arian had just assumed she was a second
generation mortal orphan, born and bred in the Underground with insignificant
heritage. He was reluctant to tell her about 'the incident' as well but figured that she
would find out eventually and that it wouldn't hurt for her to see it from another
perspective. For those few moments he let his guard down from thinking about his
adventure all those years ago. A big mistake because crashed head first into a pair of
knees. Oh bugger! he recognised those breeches.
******
Arian lay flat on her bed, her body frozen with shock. The moonlight slipped through
the window, highlighting the tiny specks of dust that were always present. A chilling
draft danced across her face.
This was too much to take in for one night. Not only had an enormous aspect of her
home been kept secret from her, but so had her entire existence. She had never really
thought about where she had come from before. She had always known that the king
was not her real father and that she had been adopted in her infancy. But to be wished
away by her own family was far worse than anything she could've guessed. She had
never really wanted to know what had happened to her natural parents. She had
secretly hoped that they were dead so she wouldn't have to face up to the fact that they
hadn't wanted her.
With one swift movement she tore off the thin chain around her neck from which her
star pendant hung. What had always been a symbol of hope and comfort to her was
now a dead weight upon her collar bone, mercilessly crushing her. In her rage, she
flung it across the room where it bounced across the heavy floorboards and the smooth
jet glistened in the moonlight as if it were a black hole devouring the sun...