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A/N: I would like to thank those who have reviewed to my stories. You are truly very helpful in every way to me.
Sarah lay in her sons' room for the third night in a row, crying uncontrollably. It seemed to her that things were continually and steadily growing worse and worse as the days passed and she was left with just, "If only's". If only she hadn't sent her niece alone to the Aboveground. If only she and Jareth had tried harder to find Christine. Would any of this have changed Toby's decision to run away? Oh, all the if only's and what ifs came flooding to Sarah as she lay on Toby's bed, crying her eyes out. She clung tightly to a pillow that she had made for him for his first birthday. It was green on the back, but on the front, it had the Labyrinth pictured and numerous characters that she had met.
She didn't even stop when she felt the familiar gloved hand of her husband on her arm. She knew that Jareth had grown used to her emotional roller coaster by now.
"Not only is she gone, but now our only child, our beloved son, is gone as well. But not by kidnapping, by choice. I just don't know what I'm going to do anymore," she whispered. Jareth rolled her over so she was now looking at him.
"Listen to me, love," he said. "If I know our son like I think I do, I know that whatever he is doing right now is completely rational. Yes, perhaps he was acting on impulse when he ran away, but I have full confidence in him. If he gets into any trouble or needs help in any way, I know he'll call for us."
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Toby had fallen down into the side of the mountain, trying to grasp onto anything and everything that he could. He just kept falling and falling until suddenly, his feet hit the ground, his knees buckling, and then, he landed on his butt.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing his ankle, which felt like it had been sprained. But he knew better, for he had sprained his ankle. It was his twelfth summer and he had fallen out of an apple tree. It was a lot worse than it felt now. It was just hurt from the fall.
It was only then that he had taken in where he was. It was not completely dark, but the lights that were there were very dim. He could see a rock wall enclosing him, with only a narrow passage directly to his right. He stood and, without knowing what else to do, walked over to the opening and began to walk through it.
Normally, he was not this bold. But he was on a mission to find his cousin, Christine. And as he passed down the narrow passageway, his thoughts wondered to how much he missed her. She had been his best friend for fifteen years, so of coarse he missed her. He knew that he had to get her back, not just for himself, but also for his parents. And although he didn't know exactly where he was going, he knew that he would get there soon enough.
Finally, he came to a circular room, on which looked a lot like his fathers throne room, without the goblins in their usual drunken stupor. But aside from that fact, and the fact that he knew it wasn't his fathers, it looked exactly like it.
As he finished taking three steps into the rooms, a stone door that fit into the wall slammed shut behind him. And the doors that were scattered here and there among the circle room began to close in quick succession.
"And whom do we have here?" came a deep, menacing voice from somewhere in the air above him. "Why, it is a little fae boy. And not just any old fae, I see, but the prince himself, Toby. Isn't that interesting?"
"Who is speaking to me?" Toby demanded in a not so authorized voice.
"Just a moment, and I'll show you who is speaking to you," said the voice. Everything went dark for a few seconds. Then, when the torches came back on, Toby gasped as he saw the man that stood before him. He looked exactly like...
"Father?" gasped Toby.
"Oh, no no no, of coarse not," smirked the fae in front of him. The only difference that Toby could see was the fact that this fae had brown hair, not blonde like his fathers.
"Well, then, who are you?" demanded Toby, walking quickly up to the stranger. "And why do you know me? And why do you look exactly like my father? Tell me!"
"Such a temper," smiled the fae in front of him. "You're just like your father was when we were kids, you know that?"
"What does that mean?" asked Toby.
"Isn't it obvious?" asked the fae. "I am your fathers twin, Jacob."
"Twin?" frowned Toby. "My father never said he had a twin."
"No, I don't believe he would tell you, my boy," said Jacob, scratching the back of his head. "He must still be mad with what had happened."
"What happened?" repeated Toby to himself. "What did happen?" he asked, this time addressed the fae in front of him, whom claimed to be his uncle.
"If you'll follow me to my dining room, I will gladly share with you the sad details," said Jacob. Toby followed, rather reluctant. Could he really trust this man whom he just met?
At the same time, Jareth was looking out into the sky, wondering how much longer he could keep Sarah convinced that everything would be all right. But as he stood there, he suddenly grasped his head. It was searing in pain, and as it throbbed wildly in his head, he got a vision of his son, Toby, walking behind his twin brother, Jacob.
The pain lasted only a few moments, though it felt like ages to Jareth. When it finished, his head shot up, his eyes bright with a mixture of joy and fear. He was overcome with joy at knowing where his son was, but feared that he might not be welcome at his brothers castle, for they had had a falling out years ago, before Toby was even born.
A/N2: Hi everyone, Always Hopeful here. Hope you guys liked that chapter. What will happen next? Don't ask me, you'll just have to wait until I can update again, whenever that is.
A/N: I would like to thank those who have reviewed to my stories. You are truly very helpful in every way to me.
Sarah lay in her sons' room for the third night in a row, crying uncontrollably. It seemed to her that things were continually and steadily growing worse and worse as the days passed and she was left with just, "If only's". If only she hadn't sent her niece alone to the Aboveground. If only she and Jareth had tried harder to find Christine. Would any of this have changed Toby's decision to run away? Oh, all the if only's and what ifs came flooding to Sarah as she lay on Toby's bed, crying her eyes out. She clung tightly to a pillow that she had made for him for his first birthday. It was green on the back, but on the front, it had the Labyrinth pictured and numerous characters that she had met.
She didn't even stop when she felt the familiar gloved hand of her husband on her arm. She knew that Jareth had grown used to her emotional roller coaster by now.
"Not only is she gone, but now our only child, our beloved son, is gone as well. But not by kidnapping, by choice. I just don't know what I'm going to do anymore," she whispered. Jareth rolled her over so she was now looking at him.
"Listen to me, love," he said. "If I know our son like I think I do, I know that whatever he is doing right now is completely rational. Yes, perhaps he was acting on impulse when he ran away, but I have full confidence in him. If he gets into any trouble or needs help in any way, I know he'll call for us."
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Toby had fallen down into the side of the mountain, trying to grasp onto anything and everything that he could. He just kept falling and falling until suddenly, his feet hit the ground, his knees buckling, and then, he landed on his butt.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing his ankle, which felt like it had been sprained. But he knew better, for he had sprained his ankle. It was his twelfth summer and he had fallen out of an apple tree. It was a lot worse than it felt now. It was just hurt from the fall.
It was only then that he had taken in where he was. It was not completely dark, but the lights that were there were very dim. He could see a rock wall enclosing him, with only a narrow passage directly to his right. He stood and, without knowing what else to do, walked over to the opening and began to walk through it.
Normally, he was not this bold. But he was on a mission to find his cousin, Christine. And as he passed down the narrow passageway, his thoughts wondered to how much he missed her. She had been his best friend for fifteen years, so of coarse he missed her. He knew that he had to get her back, not just for himself, but also for his parents. And although he didn't know exactly where he was going, he knew that he would get there soon enough.
Finally, he came to a circular room, on which looked a lot like his fathers throne room, without the goblins in their usual drunken stupor. But aside from that fact, and the fact that he knew it wasn't his fathers, it looked exactly like it.
As he finished taking three steps into the rooms, a stone door that fit into the wall slammed shut behind him. And the doors that were scattered here and there among the circle room began to close in quick succession.
"And whom do we have here?" came a deep, menacing voice from somewhere in the air above him. "Why, it is a little fae boy. And not just any old fae, I see, but the prince himself, Toby. Isn't that interesting?"
"Who is speaking to me?" Toby demanded in a not so authorized voice.
"Just a moment, and I'll show you who is speaking to you," said the voice. Everything went dark for a few seconds. Then, when the torches came back on, Toby gasped as he saw the man that stood before him. He looked exactly like...
"Father?" gasped Toby.
"Oh, no no no, of coarse not," smirked the fae in front of him. The only difference that Toby could see was the fact that this fae had brown hair, not blonde like his fathers.
"Well, then, who are you?" demanded Toby, walking quickly up to the stranger. "And why do you know me? And why do you look exactly like my father? Tell me!"
"Such a temper," smiled the fae in front of him. "You're just like your father was when we were kids, you know that?"
"What does that mean?" asked Toby.
"Isn't it obvious?" asked the fae. "I am your fathers twin, Jacob."
"Twin?" frowned Toby. "My father never said he had a twin."
"No, I don't believe he would tell you, my boy," said Jacob, scratching the back of his head. "He must still be mad with what had happened."
"What happened?" repeated Toby to himself. "What did happen?" he asked, this time addressed the fae in front of him, whom claimed to be his uncle.
"If you'll follow me to my dining room, I will gladly share with you the sad details," said Jacob. Toby followed, rather reluctant. Could he really trust this man whom he just met?
At the same time, Jareth was looking out into the sky, wondering how much longer he could keep Sarah convinced that everything would be all right. But as he stood there, he suddenly grasped his head. It was searing in pain, and as it throbbed wildly in his head, he got a vision of his son, Toby, walking behind his twin brother, Jacob.
The pain lasted only a few moments, though it felt like ages to Jareth. When it finished, his head shot up, his eyes bright with a mixture of joy and fear. He was overcome with joy at knowing where his son was, but feared that he might not be welcome at his brothers castle, for they had had a falling out years ago, before Toby was even born.
A/N2: Hi everyone, Always Hopeful here. Hope you guys liked that chapter. What will happen next? Don't ask me, you'll just have to wait until I can update again, whenever that is.