Here is the next chapter, finally.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the movie the Labyrinth.
"Um, hi?" Sarah felt as though she would fall into the swirling orbs before her; the intelligence present almost scared her and she had no problem believing that this creature was more intelligent then even the greatest human genius. The creature snorted and backed up away from the soon to be queen. Lord Wyes touched Sarah's arm, she turned her attention to him.
"That is Carush, she is the present leader of the Dragon Council. She will be your closest contact in the council and will help you become established." Something in Sarah told her to bow, she followed this advice as her feelings had never led her astray. The dragon returned the bow, and then turned in the cavernous hall, and leapt from an opening in the wall, out into the blue sky. "Well done Your Highness. Let us be off to your rooms, and get you settled in."
They traveled through dark corridors lit by candles and the occasion opening, which, from what Sarah could tell, were take-off and landing areas for the winged occupants. They stopped in front of a wooden door, the first she had seen in her trek. Lord Wyes opened the door for her, and bowed her in. "Your highness, welcome to the monarch's quarters." The room she entered was lavishly decorated in silks and velvet, but they were of contrasting colors and there wasn't a matching piece of furniture in the room.
A guy lived here for a long time, by himself. "Is there any chance of redecorating?" Sarah turned to the other Fae to ask the question, Lord Wyes surveyed the room.
"I see nothing wrong with it, but I suppose that you would like to make the room your own." Looking at the speaker Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's why." Her sarcasm was last on him, she found herself rolling her eyes yet again and exploring the expanse of her chambers. There were several doors out of the entry room; Sarah chose the closest one. The moment her hand touched the handle she knew that something was wrong. The teen pulled her hand backed, but it was too late, the handle and door exploded, throwing her across the room.
"Your highness!" Lord Wyes' exclamation was the last thing Sarah heard before she blacked out.
A cup of cold water in the face woke the young princess from her unconscious state. Lord Wyes stood over her, the offending cup in hand.
"Are you alright Princess Sarah." He helped her to her feet.
"Lovely." She took a few steps, but fell to the floor again, this time from pain. What the… She didn't finish the thought as pain moved through every nerve in her body. Liquid fire scorched her entire being; it burned trail through her mind, criss-crossing memories of the past, knowledge of the present, and dreams of the future. Finally, the pain subsided. Sarah opened her eyes, not remembering when she closed them. Everything was the same, except there seemed to be another shade of color to everything. The remains of the doorknob in her hand were a sickening red hue that she hadn't seen before, the whole door was covered in it. Sarah looked to Lord Wyes, worry covered his features, the yellow that emanated from him was ridged with anxiety.
"Are you alright?" He asked for the second time in as many minuets.
"Considering the fact that I just had indescribable pain shoot though every nerve in my body, yes, I'm fine." He looked confused, then, something clicked and surprise flooded his face.
"Your mother said that you didn't turn eighteen for another two weeks." He offered a hand to help her to her feet; she ignored it.
"I don't, why?" Dusting off her pants, Sarah walked back to the doorframe.
"What you speak of is the common experience of half-blood Fae when they come into their powers, or so I've read." This could prove to be dangerous, she isn't eighteen yet, and we haven't even started on her telepathy. If she's going to maintain her sanity we'll need to get her a teacher, and bed partner.
"A WHAT? Thank you very much, but I am fine sleeping alone." She words caused him to freeze in place.
Her telepathy has been activated? How?
"You mean, you didn't just say that?" He shook his head. "Well, can't you shield or something, even without telepathy?"
"I am shielding."
"Oh." She looked down at her previously injured hand, not even a scar remained. If I've come into my powers then… She remembered what Jareth had done with his magic. Then, I can do that. She concentrated on forming one of those miraculous crystals. It appeared in the middle of her palm; Lord Wyes gasped. "What?"
"You… you formed a crystal." He acted as though that explained everything.
"So?"
"The only one other being in the Underground that has the power to use crystal magic without any training and without the complete exhaustion of reserves is…" Sarah interrupted him by throwing the newly formed crystal against the wall.
"I know who the hell he is. What does he have to do with me?" Her companion looked like he would rather face jumping off of a cliff then tell her. She calmed herself down. Breath in, breath out. No need to go acting like him. "What does he have to do with me?"
"He is the only one fit to teach you how to use your magic." He cringed away from her, expecting anger, but there was none. Sarah sunk to the floor.
"Is that the only option?" She looked at him pleadingly. "Isn't there a lope hole? Please, give me another choice."
"I'm sorry. You have to be taught, and no one else knows how much you can do. Not to mention that it would be dangerous for anyone else to try." The last part startled her.
"Why would it be dangerous for anyone else to teach me?" Lord Wyes seemed uncomfortable with the subject, but he didn't need to be asked a second time.
"If you become frustrated or angered there is the possibility that you will lash out at your instructor, only His Majesty…" Sarah shot him a dirty look; Lord Wyes did not finish the monarch's name. "Only the Goblin King could survive such an outburst."
"How long can I put this off?" She was trying desperately to avoid it as long as possible. Wyes considered it.
"Until you are fully trained in you telepathy, or until we figure out why your gifts were activated so early." Just then there was a knock at the door. Sarah hurriedly got up from the floor.
"Come in." Sarah turned her attention to the door as the one who had knocked entered. Sirens went off in her head when she saw him. The red on the doorknob was the same color as the one this man gave off. He set the spell for the knob to explode. He smiled warmly at her; she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Your highness, may I introduce your mother's cousin Duke Ashvel. Duke Ashvel, Princess Sarah." The teen inclined her head, not feeling the need to bow to this man, who, it seemed, had attempted to hurt if not kill her.
"Its and honor your highness, welcome to the Wyers." She didn't offer her hand to him; this seemed to greatly offend the duke.
"I believe I have already received your welcome Duke Ashvel. How else could there be traces of your magic on the recently exploding doorknob?" He looked horrified at her knowledge of his magical signature.
"Exploding doorknob, your highness?" Sarah smiled none too kindly.
"Exploding doorknob cousin, with your magical signature on it." He seemed at a loss, in a split second decision, he fled. "Idiot." By the power of Princess Sarah, heir to the Dragon throne, Duke Ashvel is to be taken into custody for the attempted assassination of the Princess. She didn't know how she knew the difference between her own thoughts and telepathy, she just did. Using the gift seemed instinctive, shielding was easily figured out. It was the magic and the uncanny way of knowing certain things that were the problems. Damn instincts, why couldn't I be a slow learner?
You are the Queen of the Dragons, telepathy should be instinctive. Why are you upset about it? The princess felt that she could trust the person behind the voice.
Person? Yes person, they are people. She turned her attention to communicating with her new acquaintance. The sooner that I have my telepathy under control, the sooner that I have to study magic under the Goblin King, which I really don't want to do. She shoved that mental picture that wording created out of her head.
"Princess? Princess." Lord Wyes tapped her on the shoulder.
"What? Oh, sorry about that. I was just conversing with Lady..." I'm sorry, what was your name?
Lady Jultember, you may call me Juli
Thank you. "Lady Jultember" Lord Wyes' eyes widened.
"You… you were talking to Lady Jultember?" Sarah nodded. "You telepathy has advanced that far." He fell into a chair. "I thought that a mortal born Fae would take months to instruct, but, apparently not." He shot up in to a standing position. "This is wonderful, with your telepathic abilities stable you can start studying magic." He continued talking to himself in a low voice. When he started to pace, Sarah found a chair and watched him move from one end of the room to the other, repeatedly. After several minuets, Sarah interrupted his musings.
"Stop pacing, I'm tired just from watching you." He snapped back to the present.
"We have to contact the Goblin King, and set up your instruction, you'll probably have to stay as his castle for a period of time…"
"There is no way in heaven or hell that I am going to his castle, let alone stay there."
There it is, there could be a few mistakes as I am very tired right now. Please review.