Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of the characters from it.
However, there are a few characters I did create (Blaise, Iris, Gabryel,
Vanyel, Aurora, and Daemon) please don't steal them. Oh, and the plot is
mine.
To the reviewers: Sorry if this chapter is poorly written, but I have had the worst writers block and when I actually did have the story written, well, my computer crashed and *sigh* I couldn't remember exactly what I wrote. I'll try and re-edit this later but I may just go on to the next chapter. I'm just glad that I finally got this back up.
And. . . Special thanks to LadyMorgaine who always tells me that my writing is actually decent, even when errors are evident.
Thanks to: Labyris, Sinead De Lioncourt, Helin Lote FreakyFaerie220, Krista (twice), starchild13, and everyone else who reviewed and motivated me to try and write this out.
Chapter 4
With his head sagged between two strong shoulders, and the short breaths escaping his beautiful lips the only audible noises in the dim room, Jareth was never more alien to the creature he appeared just a few short hours ago. Countless efforts of his ranged over the past few hours, draining him to the point of exhaustion; and yet he was still captive of the Fae whom he thought incompetent and insignificant.
The goblin king raised his weary eyes, staring blankly at the darkness surrounding him, collecting his jagged thoughts and trying to acquire a valid plan to escape his imprisonment; not only for himself, but for the mortal who was, hopefully, alive and well and working her way about the labyrinth. Yet, try as he had, nothing had worked-not even his magicks.
"A simple binding spell," Jareth thought, frustrated, as everything suddenly clicked. "If I could get word to someone-no. That might not be a good idea.they may agree with the Siren's idea, or think that I'm incompetent." Jareth sighed loudly and closed his eyes. "Maybe it's all a dream and I'll wake up from all this and learn a life changing lesson in the midst of it." Letting out a manic laugh, Jareth gazed down towards ground and something caught his eye. The necklace that hung around his neck, that same one which when given to him held a silent oath of loyalty behind it. Had Gabryel known that Blaise would try something once realizing that her desire to be queen would never come?
Jareth cursed to himself, and wondered why he had been so blind to who was around him, and more importantly what they were capable of. Shaking off his mental scolding, Jareth allowed a glimmer of hope surface within him as he realized with dawning excitement that the pendant itself was laced with magick.
~*~
Sarah knelt down closer to the stone ground beneath her and drew an arrow in dramatically red lipstick. Then, she headed off determinedly in the direction of which the arrow was pointing. Not but a minute later, Sarah unfortunately found herself in a dead end. Turning on her heel, Sarah started to retrace her steps and then noticed that the arrow was now facing another direction instead of facing her like it was supposed to.
"Oh no!" Sarah thrust her arms down at her sides and all but threw a temper tantrum. "Someone has been changing my marks, what a horrible place! It's not fair!!" "You're right," came a voice from behind her that held a hint of a Scottish accent. "It's not fair. Ha ha ha!"
Sarah whirled around and saw that in the place of the dead end were two identical guarded stone doors. With each door, there were two guards holding up a shield. The shield on the left held a red and white diamond and a ying-yang symbol while the one on the right had a blue and white circle and a pair of dice. Each shield, it seemed, had two guards holding it up; one stood right side up while the other's head peering out from the bottom of the shield with its feet popping out at the top of the shield near the other guard's head.
"That's only half of it," another voice chimed in, slightly different from the first.
Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion, "This was a dead end a minute ago."
"No," one of the guards whose head was at the bottom of the shield said with a bit of impishness in his tone. "That's the dead end behind you." The four guards broke out into hysterical laughter again as Sarah turned her head around to see the cul-de-sac.
"Ugh, it keeps changing! What am I supposed to do?!?!"
"The only way out of here is to try one of these doors," Jim said.
"One of them leads to the castle," Tim chimed in, peering over the edge of the shield. "And the other one leads to--"
"Ba ba bummmmmm," Ralph added for dramatic affect.
"Certain death," Tim continued as the other guards made a resounding 'Ooh' noise in unison. Sarah's gaze reached the ground for a moment and then looked back at the four mischievous guards. "Which one is which?"
Jim looked over to Tim and then said, "We can't tell you." "Why not?" "Uh.I, Uh.We don't know," Tim said, once again glancing over to his companion Jim.
"But they do." Tim and Jim looked down to the bottom of the shield at Alph and Ralph who were shyly peering over the end of the shields.
"Oh," Sarah took a step forward. "Then I'll ask them"
~*~
Blaise was stretched out on a satin lined chair with her silky hair draped over one shoulder and her body covered in a simple blue dress. Her dark eyes scanned over the orb that was held in her right hand. Within the orb held Sarah, the one girl who stood in her way to obtaining her rightful position as queen of the goblins.
"The guards, she's progressive. . . but it will make no difference. They will lead her astray-that's why I put them there."
Blaise's face took on a contemplative expression, as she watched the girl try to figure out which one of the doors before her would lead her to her desired path (RW); but Blaise knew that both doors led to the same place, at least for her they did. All Blaise's efforts of late had been to put all the odds against the mortal, force her to get lost in the maze while she worked her magick on Jareth. With a fluid and impulsive motion, Blaise threw the orb, sending it crashing into the stone wall.
"What's so special about her?" Blaise thought. "All I see is a whinny, spoiled, little brat. How could he choose her over me? A mortal teenager. I'll make her pay, and I'll make him mine." Blaise smiled devilishly. "She'll never make it out of this Labyrinth."
~*~
Gabryel waited for all the other Fae leave before confronting Talia. There where quite a few scenarios running through his mind, and he wanted to get it out in front of the elf so not to startle the others with his suspicions.
"May I ask you something?" Talia looked up, her eyes locking on his and she nodded her head slightly.
Gabryel ran his hand through his hand through his hair in a nervous fashion. "Why are you helping Jareth? I know that it could give Rûdhnil a good image with the other courts. . .but there must be some other reason- given that Jareth isn't one of the most favored kings."
Talia bit her lower lip slightly, "Why does it matter?"
"Because I would hate for someone to use this matter as an example that Jareth is unworthy of his title," Gabryel said earnestly.
"I doubt that my being here would help Rûdhnil's image, considering he doesn't even know where his own envoy is. I came here completely on my own, which the action in itself is grounds for banishment." Talia said with a sigh, letting go of the usual calmness that was exerted by all of her people. "And as to my motives, I believe that Jareth is a righteous king despite his cold demeanor. He is not the image he projects, and his love for this mortal girl demonstrates it."
Gabryel nodded, a smile curling the ends of his lips and took Talia's hand in his own. "I think we better go meet the others. We have a throne to protect."
~*~
Vanyel and Iris moved about the room without much notice of each other, they were both gathering items which would help put their plan into action. Vanyel stopped his search, and tilted his head in such a way that he was staring at Iris. He noticed that her amber eyes turned into more of a golden colour when she was determined, her cheeks radiated heat forcing them to become the lightest shade of pink, and he took note of the few strands of her greenish-blue hair fell almost lazily into her face. Vanyel didn't know why each time he saw her, it made his insides trembled and his knees grow weak. He knew that there was something about this beautiful Fae, something that made him fall for her.
~*~
'Jareth' was back in his throne room, gazing into one of his glass orbs which held the frightened and bewildered face of a mortal girl.
"She's in the oubliette," Jareth's contemptuous tone said all without him taking his eyes off of Sarah's face. The goblins that surrounded him exploded in malicious laughter.
"Shut up!" Jareth said and at once the room took on an ear deafening silence as his face taking on a thoughtful expression. "She should have given up by now."
"She'll never give up," One of the goblin citizens spoke softly as it peered up at its leader.
"The Dwarf will lead her back to the beginning. She'll give up when she realizes she has to start all over again. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!" He glanced around the room which was held in silence by the idiotic group he held as company these days. "Well, laugh."
~*~
The six Fae kneeled around the long table, which supported on its top a magickal model of the Labyrinth. From their vantage point, they could see the changes forming in the maze, the progress of the mortal girl and possibilities of where she could end up next.
"Can we rethink this a bit?" Gabryel said with an uneasy voice, glancing down at the paper he held. "I mean, is there any other way to do this?"
"Are you scared about using glamour? If you are I'm sure you can monitor our progress from here," Iris looked around at the others, assuming that it was alright with them if someone stayed behind.
Gabryel sighed, and looked blankly at the maze before him. "It's not that I'm scared. More like worried.If we were caught we would be completely useless to Jareth.
"He is ashamed of being seen as that," Aurora laughed, pointing to the depiction on his paper.
"I AM NOT!!" Gabryel's face grew red. He instantly regretted it later; his temper had been growing shorter with each passing minute. Every second wasted put his lord closer to danger. He sighed, "I just was making sure if this was absolutely the right way to go about this."
Dameon leaned over to Aurora, whispered in her ear, forcing her to giggle. Iris shot a knowing and irritated look at them and then turned more compassionate eyes on Gabryel. She understood how he felt.
"I think Gabryel makes a good point, we should have someone here in the castle monitoring things while the rest of us are helping Sarah. So, Aurora, you can take over Gabryel's position in the labyrinth," said Iris in a reasoning tone.
"But what about my spot? I wanted to be the hat!!!" whined Aurora who had been looking forward to that part ever since she had won it off of Dameon in a game of cards. A game of cards she had cheated in, of course.
Talia stifled a laugh and shook her head. "The hat is closer to where she is now, so if we don't run into her there, then you will go to the other location. Acceptable?"
"Are we ready yet? The sooner we put this plan into motion, the better," said Vanyel tiredly. He didn't feel like listening to certain fae whine any longer.
~*~
Jareth closed his eyes and put all of his concentration on the necklace. If only he could use the smallest bit...he could set himself free. With a gasping effort, Jareth used all his strength to pull on the magick, and then he fell to the floor. For endless moments he lay there, trying to fight off the dizziness that was taking over him and forcing him to see spots. He rolled over onto his back, and brought his arms to his face. In startling realization he stared at his hands that looked almost foreign to him.
Roughly lifting himself to his feet, he all but jumped for joy. "I did it," a raspy voice said. Jareth staggered towards the opposite side of the room and opened the door.
A/N: Hope you liked it. And it's not nearly over even though Jareth has managed to escaped. Sorry again for the wait. *cries*
To the reviewers: Sorry if this chapter is poorly written, but I have had the worst writers block and when I actually did have the story written, well, my computer crashed and *sigh* I couldn't remember exactly what I wrote. I'll try and re-edit this later but I may just go on to the next chapter. I'm just glad that I finally got this back up.
And. . . Special thanks to LadyMorgaine who always tells me that my writing is actually decent, even when errors are evident.
Thanks to: Labyris, Sinead De Lioncourt, Helin Lote FreakyFaerie220, Krista (twice), starchild13, and everyone else who reviewed and motivated me to try and write this out.
Chapter 4
With his head sagged between two strong shoulders, and the short breaths escaping his beautiful lips the only audible noises in the dim room, Jareth was never more alien to the creature he appeared just a few short hours ago. Countless efforts of his ranged over the past few hours, draining him to the point of exhaustion; and yet he was still captive of the Fae whom he thought incompetent and insignificant.
The goblin king raised his weary eyes, staring blankly at the darkness surrounding him, collecting his jagged thoughts and trying to acquire a valid plan to escape his imprisonment; not only for himself, but for the mortal who was, hopefully, alive and well and working her way about the labyrinth. Yet, try as he had, nothing had worked-not even his magicks.
"A simple binding spell," Jareth thought, frustrated, as everything suddenly clicked. "If I could get word to someone-no. That might not be a good idea.they may agree with the Siren's idea, or think that I'm incompetent." Jareth sighed loudly and closed his eyes. "Maybe it's all a dream and I'll wake up from all this and learn a life changing lesson in the midst of it." Letting out a manic laugh, Jareth gazed down towards ground and something caught his eye. The necklace that hung around his neck, that same one which when given to him held a silent oath of loyalty behind it. Had Gabryel known that Blaise would try something once realizing that her desire to be queen would never come?
Jareth cursed to himself, and wondered why he had been so blind to who was around him, and more importantly what they were capable of. Shaking off his mental scolding, Jareth allowed a glimmer of hope surface within him as he realized with dawning excitement that the pendant itself was laced with magick.
~*~
Sarah knelt down closer to the stone ground beneath her and drew an arrow in dramatically red lipstick. Then, she headed off determinedly in the direction of which the arrow was pointing. Not but a minute later, Sarah unfortunately found herself in a dead end. Turning on her heel, Sarah started to retrace her steps and then noticed that the arrow was now facing another direction instead of facing her like it was supposed to.
"Oh no!" Sarah thrust her arms down at her sides and all but threw a temper tantrum. "Someone has been changing my marks, what a horrible place! It's not fair!!" "You're right," came a voice from behind her that held a hint of a Scottish accent. "It's not fair. Ha ha ha!"
Sarah whirled around and saw that in the place of the dead end were two identical guarded stone doors. With each door, there were two guards holding up a shield. The shield on the left held a red and white diamond and a ying-yang symbol while the one on the right had a blue and white circle and a pair of dice. Each shield, it seemed, had two guards holding it up; one stood right side up while the other's head peering out from the bottom of the shield with its feet popping out at the top of the shield near the other guard's head.
"That's only half of it," another voice chimed in, slightly different from the first.
Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion, "This was a dead end a minute ago."
"No," one of the guards whose head was at the bottom of the shield said with a bit of impishness in his tone. "That's the dead end behind you." The four guards broke out into hysterical laughter again as Sarah turned her head around to see the cul-de-sac.
"Ugh, it keeps changing! What am I supposed to do?!?!"
"The only way out of here is to try one of these doors," Jim said.
"One of them leads to the castle," Tim chimed in, peering over the edge of the shield. "And the other one leads to--"
"Ba ba bummmmmm," Ralph added for dramatic affect.
"Certain death," Tim continued as the other guards made a resounding 'Ooh' noise in unison. Sarah's gaze reached the ground for a moment and then looked back at the four mischievous guards. "Which one is which?"
Jim looked over to Tim and then said, "We can't tell you." "Why not?" "Uh.I, Uh.We don't know," Tim said, once again glancing over to his companion Jim.
"But they do." Tim and Jim looked down to the bottom of the shield at Alph and Ralph who were shyly peering over the end of the shields.
"Oh," Sarah took a step forward. "Then I'll ask them"
~*~
Blaise was stretched out on a satin lined chair with her silky hair draped over one shoulder and her body covered in a simple blue dress. Her dark eyes scanned over the orb that was held in her right hand. Within the orb held Sarah, the one girl who stood in her way to obtaining her rightful position as queen of the goblins.
"The guards, she's progressive. . . but it will make no difference. They will lead her astray-that's why I put them there."
Blaise's face took on a contemplative expression, as she watched the girl try to figure out which one of the doors before her would lead her to her desired path (RW); but Blaise knew that both doors led to the same place, at least for her they did. All Blaise's efforts of late had been to put all the odds against the mortal, force her to get lost in the maze while she worked her magick on Jareth. With a fluid and impulsive motion, Blaise threw the orb, sending it crashing into the stone wall.
"What's so special about her?" Blaise thought. "All I see is a whinny, spoiled, little brat. How could he choose her over me? A mortal teenager. I'll make her pay, and I'll make him mine." Blaise smiled devilishly. "She'll never make it out of this Labyrinth."
~*~
Gabryel waited for all the other Fae leave before confronting Talia. There where quite a few scenarios running through his mind, and he wanted to get it out in front of the elf so not to startle the others with his suspicions.
"May I ask you something?" Talia looked up, her eyes locking on his and she nodded her head slightly.
Gabryel ran his hand through his hand through his hair in a nervous fashion. "Why are you helping Jareth? I know that it could give Rûdhnil a good image with the other courts. . .but there must be some other reason- given that Jareth isn't one of the most favored kings."
Talia bit her lower lip slightly, "Why does it matter?"
"Because I would hate for someone to use this matter as an example that Jareth is unworthy of his title," Gabryel said earnestly.
"I doubt that my being here would help Rûdhnil's image, considering he doesn't even know where his own envoy is. I came here completely on my own, which the action in itself is grounds for banishment." Talia said with a sigh, letting go of the usual calmness that was exerted by all of her people. "And as to my motives, I believe that Jareth is a righteous king despite his cold demeanor. He is not the image he projects, and his love for this mortal girl demonstrates it."
Gabryel nodded, a smile curling the ends of his lips and took Talia's hand in his own. "I think we better go meet the others. We have a throne to protect."
~*~
Vanyel and Iris moved about the room without much notice of each other, they were both gathering items which would help put their plan into action. Vanyel stopped his search, and tilted his head in such a way that he was staring at Iris. He noticed that her amber eyes turned into more of a golden colour when she was determined, her cheeks radiated heat forcing them to become the lightest shade of pink, and he took note of the few strands of her greenish-blue hair fell almost lazily into her face. Vanyel didn't know why each time he saw her, it made his insides trembled and his knees grow weak. He knew that there was something about this beautiful Fae, something that made him fall for her.
~*~
'Jareth' was back in his throne room, gazing into one of his glass orbs which held the frightened and bewildered face of a mortal girl.
"She's in the oubliette," Jareth's contemptuous tone said all without him taking his eyes off of Sarah's face. The goblins that surrounded him exploded in malicious laughter.
"Shut up!" Jareth said and at once the room took on an ear deafening silence as his face taking on a thoughtful expression. "She should have given up by now."
"She'll never give up," One of the goblin citizens spoke softly as it peered up at its leader.
"The Dwarf will lead her back to the beginning. She'll give up when she realizes she has to start all over again. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!" He glanced around the room which was held in silence by the idiotic group he held as company these days. "Well, laugh."
~*~
The six Fae kneeled around the long table, which supported on its top a magickal model of the Labyrinth. From their vantage point, they could see the changes forming in the maze, the progress of the mortal girl and possibilities of where she could end up next.
"Can we rethink this a bit?" Gabryel said with an uneasy voice, glancing down at the paper he held. "I mean, is there any other way to do this?"
"Are you scared about using glamour? If you are I'm sure you can monitor our progress from here," Iris looked around at the others, assuming that it was alright with them if someone stayed behind.
Gabryel sighed, and looked blankly at the maze before him. "It's not that I'm scared. More like worried.If we were caught we would be completely useless to Jareth.
"He is ashamed of being seen as that," Aurora laughed, pointing to the depiction on his paper.
"I AM NOT!!" Gabryel's face grew red. He instantly regretted it later; his temper had been growing shorter with each passing minute. Every second wasted put his lord closer to danger. He sighed, "I just was making sure if this was absolutely the right way to go about this."
Dameon leaned over to Aurora, whispered in her ear, forcing her to giggle. Iris shot a knowing and irritated look at them and then turned more compassionate eyes on Gabryel. She understood how he felt.
"I think Gabryel makes a good point, we should have someone here in the castle monitoring things while the rest of us are helping Sarah. So, Aurora, you can take over Gabryel's position in the labyrinth," said Iris in a reasoning tone.
"But what about my spot? I wanted to be the hat!!!" whined Aurora who had been looking forward to that part ever since she had won it off of Dameon in a game of cards. A game of cards she had cheated in, of course.
Talia stifled a laugh and shook her head. "The hat is closer to where she is now, so if we don't run into her there, then you will go to the other location. Acceptable?"
"Are we ready yet? The sooner we put this plan into motion, the better," said Vanyel tiredly. He didn't feel like listening to certain fae whine any longer.
~*~
Jareth closed his eyes and put all of his concentration on the necklace. If only he could use the smallest bit...he could set himself free. With a gasping effort, Jareth used all his strength to pull on the magick, and then he fell to the floor. For endless moments he lay there, trying to fight off the dizziness that was taking over him and forcing him to see spots. He rolled over onto his back, and brought his arms to his face. In startling realization he stared at his hands that looked almost foreign to him.
Roughly lifting himself to his feet, he all but jumped for joy. "I did it," a raspy voice said. Jareth staggered towards the opposite side of the room and opened the door.
A/N: Hope you liked it. And it's not nearly over even though Jareth has managed to escaped. Sorry again for the wait. *cries*