Title: Surrender Your Heart
By: Alias: Chica
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or Legend or The 10th Kingdom for that matter, however I do own the doorman
Author's Notes: Hehe...this chappie ish sooo cool...I'm soooo proud, don't forget to leave reviews people....shakes the little box and leave a small contribution in the little box!.....What did I say?! shakes it again ....please? o.O
Chapter 3: Detours and Doormen
---The Labyrinth---
As Jack pulled down the lamp the glass dissolved instantly.
Oona blinked, standing up and brushing her clothes off in Jack's palm. She looked up to him, "You have a gift, Jack."
'Of course...Jack was the reason that the Labyrinth would be so different. It changes with the people inside it,' Sarah thought, looking back to the golden doors.
"Come on, we have to get moving." Walking up to the golden doors, she reached forward for one of the ring knockers on the door, because the door had no handles at all.
Suddenly the door shook with a great force and a slot slid open on the door, revealing two green eyes, human eyes as far as Sarah and Jack could tell, but one eye was covered by a black patch.
"Name?" A scratchy voice came from behind the door as the being's uncovered eye moved over each of them, studying them carefully.
"Um...I'm Jack, this is Sarah and Oona..."
"Oh, well la de da! Password?" The being said roughly.
"Uh...there's a password?" Sarah said, raising a brow.
"That's what I said, didn't I? While you're trying to comprehend that, I'll just get back to work then-"
"No!" The three all said together, placing both hands out in front of them in a halting gesture.
The slot opened back fully from it's halfway open halfway closed position and the being rolled its eyes...or eye, looking back to them.
"Fine then, I'll give you a riddle to solve and gain passage, if you can handle it..."
It paused, with a thoughtful look and closed its eye for a moment.
Jack, Sarah, and Oona held their breath.
"Yes! I've got one then...While exploring the wilds of Narnia, Legato was captures by wood fairies. Blai, the powerful chief of the fairies told him he could make one final statement, which would determine how he would die. If the statement he made was false, he would be boiled in water. If the statement were true, he would be fried in oil. Legato found neither of this options too his liking, so he made a statement that got him out of this seemingly impossible situation. What is the one statement he could have made?
The trio's mouths dropped open and they all together once more said, "Huh?"
---The Oubliette---
"Why are you here? Why am I here?" Lily scanned the oubliette with chocolate brown eyes.
"Oh, well, I'm here because I was checking to see if any unsuspecting rabbits or elves, or maybe a faerie or two had gotten lost in the oubliette, maybe a firey or a banished goblin, you get lots of those around here, but I think that they taste a little gamy. Then again faeries can be too sweet with all that excess magic and..."
Wolf stopped to stare at the wide eyed expression on Lily's face.
"Hm...That's a little off subject, but anyways, you are here because I imagine that the king put you here."
"The...goblin king?"
Wolf raised a brow and scratched briefly at his ear the way a dog might, "I...don't know of any others..."
The man stood up, leaning over as to avoid hitting hit head on the less that tall ceiling and held out a hand to her.
Lily took his hand and he pulled her up, the looked about the ceiling and started to sniff the air, then turned to her, "Hm, you smell good," turning back to the walls, feeling around, smiling.
Lily made a strange face and decided to take it as a compliment rather than a, 'Gee, you smell like you would go great with some potatoes and pecan pie,' kind of comment.
Then he stopped, smiling and showing canines almost as sharp as the goblin king's own.
"Smells like the orchard is where you came from...good thing I woke you up before you were a soulless puddle of your former self, huh? I mean, eating all those peaches an losing so many dreams can really work on ya."
The werewolf said it nonchalantly as if sucking out some one's essence was nothing new to him.
He patted a hollow sounding section on the wall and knocked on it three times, turning to Lily and joking, "Knock on wood," as Lily looked to the wall and as soon as she had blinked a miniature door appeared in the wall.
Her mouth dropped open as Wolf pushed it open to find a swamp that could give the bog a run for its money.
"What is that smell?!" Lily covered her nose with both hands.
"Yea," said Wolf, coughing slightly due to his wolf-like sense of scent.
"A lot of people give it that reaction. But You'd be surprised that there are far worse. This is just one of the very small lost sections of the 9 kingdoms, because really there are around 15."
"We're still in the 9 kingdoms?"
"Correct," Wolf bents down, crawling through the small door with Lily following, "This is one of those places that no one would ever tell royalty like you about, it's where they send creatures of all sorts to be banished from respectable company like yourself, princess."
Lily blinked, standing up and brushing off her dress, which happened to be encrusted with crystals and jewels, white with the softest silken fabric in the lands, and asked a particularly ditzy question, "How did you know that I was a princess?"
"Oh, lucky guess." Wolf smiled and looked around, twitching slightly at the smell.
"How can you take this smell with your sense of smell?!"
"I've gotten used to it," he said, looking about the tall and satanic trees, some which appeared to be overgrown beanstalks. The ground was soft and moist and growls, rumbles and moans could be heard in the dense marsh, a well done reflection of any forbidden forest.
"But watch out, you never know what to expect in a swamp like this. All kinds of monsters live here, not to mention the witch."
The werewolf shuddered lightly at the thought.
Lily blinked, stopping as they crossed a log and reached the other side, letting Wolf lead the way out of the marsh, since at least he looked like he knew where he was going.
"Witch?"
"Swamp witch. Every swamp or dark forest has one, it's like an unwritten rule, but this particular one it in this particular swamp in this particular labyrinth ruled by this particularly evil goblin king because she is one of the banished from the 9 kingdoms. As I told you before, only horrible criminals and their unsuspecting prey roam this god-forsaken land..."
Lily started thinking then as they walked through vines and over fallen beanstalks and sinister looking unmarked graves.
'If only horrible criminals are in the labyrinth and their...prey...then why would he be here?' Her eyes widened.
'And...the prey?'
---The Labyrinth---
Jack ad Sarah stood there, dumbfounded and Oona smiled, crossing her arms.
They looked at her and blinked as the being behind the door looked over to the faerie also, raising an eyebrow.
"And what do you look so confident about?" Sarah asked, expecting some snide remark...and wasn't disappointed.
"Well, it's just so easy, I can't believe you two don't know." Oona smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Get on with it then! The answer?" Said the creature impatiently.
"What is it, Oona?" Jack smiled and leaned into the faerie waiting for the reply as Oona turned to the slot where the eye patched being stared at her.
"Well... Legato said: "You will boil me in water." The fairies were faced with a dilemma. If they boil him in water, that would make his statement true, which means he should have been fried in oil. They can only fry him in oil if he makes a true statement, but if they do, it would make his final statement false. The fairies had no way our of their situation so they were forced to set him free."
She smiled again, smugly as if she knew everything and Sarah and Jack blinked, looking back to the doorman.
"Is that right?" Sarah asked.
The doorman sighed, rolling his eyes and shooting the faerie a nasty glare, then closed the slot.
The door shook again for a moment and the doors parted, revealing the doorman.
The doorman stood in front of them, no taller than they and stared at them with one uncovered eye, while the other had the eye patch covering it that they had seen behind the door slot.
Noticing now upon closer viewing, the doorman's uncovered eye was like that of a cat, with a thin slit pupil that glowed slightly in the dim light, a piercing green.
They couldn't see the rest of the doorman because darkness had enveloped them and everything was pitch black. All they could see of him was the one, glowing eye and the black eye patch that was even lighter than the black surrounding them.
Sarah stepped closer to Jack and Oona glanced at her with a cold look in her eyes, turning her attention back to the doorman as a map appeared floating in the air in front of them, held by the doorman's hand, invisible in the dark.
"What's this?" Sarah reached forward, taking the map in her hands and squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Jack stared at it for a moment too, "Oona?"
"Right." Oona, as if on cue, hopped onto the map, illuminating it dully with her surrounding aura of dim light just enough aht they could see the wording and lines on the map.
Jack blinked, looking back up at the glowing one eye of the still invisible doorman, "It's only half of a map, it won't help us."
The doorman narrowed his eye at Jack and stepped a little closer.
They could hear his heavy breath as he looked Jack in the eyes, "It's half of the map of the labyrinth. I'm being generous, young man for I too have a distinct disliking for the goblin king, and although it is only half of a map, it changes with the labyrinth so it would still be helpful, would it not?"
He backed away from the two wide eyed teenagers and faerie a little, a smile barely visible on his shadowed face that they still could not make out in the darkness. "It is better to have something, some piece of anything than nothing at all isn't it?"
The doorman laughed briefly in his scratchy voice, making all three of them shudder.
"Yes...as they say..." For a second Sarah could make out the doorman's crude features. She saw his razor sharp teeth and the claws on the ends of his wrinkled and burnt, slender fingers, and the warts and scabs covering his monstrous face.
He lifted the eye patch to them, leaning in to reveal an open space; a rotted opening that exposed the inside of the doorman's eye socket.
"In the land of the blind...the one eyed man is king..."
By: Alias: Chica
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or Legend or The 10th Kingdom for that matter, however I do own the doorman
Author's Notes: Hehe...this chappie ish sooo cool...I'm soooo proud, don't forget to leave reviews people....shakes the little box and leave a small contribution in the little box!.....What did I say?! shakes it again ....please? o.O
Chapter 3: Detours and Doormen
---The Labyrinth---
As Jack pulled down the lamp the glass dissolved instantly.
Oona blinked, standing up and brushing her clothes off in Jack's palm. She looked up to him, "You have a gift, Jack."
'Of course...Jack was the reason that the Labyrinth would be so different. It changes with the people inside it,' Sarah thought, looking back to the golden doors.
"Come on, we have to get moving." Walking up to the golden doors, she reached forward for one of the ring knockers on the door, because the door had no handles at all.
Suddenly the door shook with a great force and a slot slid open on the door, revealing two green eyes, human eyes as far as Sarah and Jack could tell, but one eye was covered by a black patch.
"Name?" A scratchy voice came from behind the door as the being's uncovered eye moved over each of them, studying them carefully.
"Um...I'm Jack, this is Sarah and Oona..."
"Oh, well la de da! Password?" The being said roughly.
"Uh...there's a password?" Sarah said, raising a brow.
"That's what I said, didn't I? While you're trying to comprehend that, I'll just get back to work then-"
"No!" The three all said together, placing both hands out in front of them in a halting gesture.
The slot opened back fully from it's halfway open halfway closed position and the being rolled its eyes...or eye, looking back to them.
"Fine then, I'll give you a riddle to solve and gain passage, if you can handle it..."
It paused, with a thoughtful look and closed its eye for a moment.
Jack, Sarah, and Oona held their breath.
"Yes! I've got one then...While exploring the wilds of Narnia, Legato was captures by wood fairies. Blai, the powerful chief of the fairies told him he could make one final statement, which would determine how he would die. If the statement he made was false, he would be boiled in water. If the statement were true, he would be fried in oil. Legato found neither of this options too his liking, so he made a statement that got him out of this seemingly impossible situation. What is the one statement he could have made?
The trio's mouths dropped open and they all together once more said, "Huh?"
---The Oubliette---
"Why are you here? Why am I here?" Lily scanned the oubliette with chocolate brown eyes.
"Oh, well, I'm here because I was checking to see if any unsuspecting rabbits or elves, or maybe a faerie or two had gotten lost in the oubliette, maybe a firey or a banished goblin, you get lots of those around here, but I think that they taste a little gamy. Then again faeries can be too sweet with all that excess magic and..."
Wolf stopped to stare at the wide eyed expression on Lily's face.
"Hm...That's a little off subject, but anyways, you are here because I imagine that the king put you here."
"The...goblin king?"
Wolf raised a brow and scratched briefly at his ear the way a dog might, "I...don't know of any others..."
The man stood up, leaning over as to avoid hitting hit head on the less that tall ceiling and held out a hand to her.
Lily took his hand and he pulled her up, the looked about the ceiling and started to sniff the air, then turned to her, "Hm, you smell good," turning back to the walls, feeling around, smiling.
Lily made a strange face and decided to take it as a compliment rather than a, 'Gee, you smell like you would go great with some potatoes and pecan pie,' kind of comment.
Then he stopped, smiling and showing canines almost as sharp as the goblin king's own.
"Smells like the orchard is where you came from...good thing I woke you up before you were a soulless puddle of your former self, huh? I mean, eating all those peaches an losing so many dreams can really work on ya."
The werewolf said it nonchalantly as if sucking out some one's essence was nothing new to him.
He patted a hollow sounding section on the wall and knocked on it three times, turning to Lily and joking, "Knock on wood," as Lily looked to the wall and as soon as she had blinked a miniature door appeared in the wall.
Her mouth dropped open as Wolf pushed it open to find a swamp that could give the bog a run for its money.
"What is that smell?!" Lily covered her nose with both hands.
"Yea," said Wolf, coughing slightly due to his wolf-like sense of scent.
"A lot of people give it that reaction. But You'd be surprised that there are far worse. This is just one of the very small lost sections of the 9 kingdoms, because really there are around 15."
"We're still in the 9 kingdoms?"
"Correct," Wolf bents down, crawling through the small door with Lily following, "This is one of those places that no one would ever tell royalty like you about, it's where they send creatures of all sorts to be banished from respectable company like yourself, princess."
Lily blinked, standing up and brushing off her dress, which happened to be encrusted with crystals and jewels, white with the softest silken fabric in the lands, and asked a particularly ditzy question, "How did you know that I was a princess?"
"Oh, lucky guess." Wolf smiled and looked around, twitching slightly at the smell.
"How can you take this smell with your sense of smell?!"
"I've gotten used to it," he said, looking about the tall and satanic trees, some which appeared to be overgrown beanstalks. The ground was soft and moist and growls, rumbles and moans could be heard in the dense marsh, a well done reflection of any forbidden forest.
"But watch out, you never know what to expect in a swamp like this. All kinds of monsters live here, not to mention the witch."
The werewolf shuddered lightly at the thought.
Lily blinked, stopping as they crossed a log and reached the other side, letting Wolf lead the way out of the marsh, since at least he looked like he knew where he was going.
"Witch?"
"Swamp witch. Every swamp or dark forest has one, it's like an unwritten rule, but this particular one it in this particular swamp in this particular labyrinth ruled by this particularly evil goblin king because she is one of the banished from the 9 kingdoms. As I told you before, only horrible criminals and their unsuspecting prey roam this god-forsaken land..."
Lily started thinking then as they walked through vines and over fallen beanstalks and sinister looking unmarked graves.
'If only horrible criminals are in the labyrinth and their...prey...then why would he be here?' Her eyes widened.
'And...the prey?'
---The Labyrinth---
Jack ad Sarah stood there, dumbfounded and Oona smiled, crossing her arms.
They looked at her and blinked as the being behind the door looked over to the faerie also, raising an eyebrow.
"And what do you look so confident about?" Sarah asked, expecting some snide remark...and wasn't disappointed.
"Well, it's just so easy, I can't believe you two don't know." Oona smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Get on with it then! The answer?" Said the creature impatiently.
"What is it, Oona?" Jack smiled and leaned into the faerie waiting for the reply as Oona turned to the slot where the eye patched being stared at her.
"Well... Legato said: "You will boil me in water." The fairies were faced with a dilemma. If they boil him in water, that would make his statement true, which means he should have been fried in oil. They can only fry him in oil if he makes a true statement, but if they do, it would make his final statement false. The fairies had no way our of their situation so they were forced to set him free."
She smiled again, smugly as if she knew everything and Sarah and Jack blinked, looking back to the doorman.
"Is that right?" Sarah asked.
The doorman sighed, rolling his eyes and shooting the faerie a nasty glare, then closed the slot.
The door shook again for a moment and the doors parted, revealing the doorman.
The doorman stood in front of them, no taller than they and stared at them with one uncovered eye, while the other had the eye patch covering it that they had seen behind the door slot.
Noticing now upon closer viewing, the doorman's uncovered eye was like that of a cat, with a thin slit pupil that glowed slightly in the dim light, a piercing green.
They couldn't see the rest of the doorman because darkness had enveloped them and everything was pitch black. All they could see of him was the one, glowing eye and the black eye patch that was even lighter than the black surrounding them.
Sarah stepped closer to Jack and Oona glanced at her with a cold look in her eyes, turning her attention back to the doorman as a map appeared floating in the air in front of them, held by the doorman's hand, invisible in the dark.
"What's this?" Sarah reached forward, taking the map in her hands and squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Jack stared at it for a moment too, "Oona?"
"Right." Oona, as if on cue, hopped onto the map, illuminating it dully with her surrounding aura of dim light just enough aht they could see the wording and lines on the map.
Jack blinked, looking back up at the glowing one eye of the still invisible doorman, "It's only half of a map, it won't help us."
The doorman narrowed his eye at Jack and stepped a little closer.
They could hear his heavy breath as he looked Jack in the eyes, "It's half of the map of the labyrinth. I'm being generous, young man for I too have a distinct disliking for the goblin king, and although it is only half of a map, it changes with the labyrinth so it would still be helpful, would it not?"
He backed away from the two wide eyed teenagers and faerie a little, a smile barely visible on his shadowed face that they still could not make out in the darkness. "It is better to have something, some piece of anything than nothing at all isn't it?"
The doorman laughed briefly in his scratchy voice, making all three of them shudder.
"Yes...as they say..." For a second Sarah could make out the doorman's crude features. She saw his razor sharp teeth and the claws on the ends of his wrinkled and burnt, slender fingers, and the warts and scabs covering his monstrous face.
He lifted the eye patch to them, leaning in to reveal an open space; a rotted opening that exposed the inside of the doorman's eye socket.
"In the land of the blind...the one eyed man is king..."