A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic ever. I usually write erotic literature. I hope people like this. Flame if you want, but I do bite. And, in accordance with every single fanfic I have seen out there…I own nothing relating to Labyrinth yada yada yada. This was edited by my beautiful sister, who is not only a genius but a superbeing of awesome English power. Beware.
Chapter One –or- The Prophecy Revealed
A sphere of clear crystal balanced on one finger of the Goblin King. It was lit from within, an ethereal glow that only emanated from it whenever he looked at one person. The beautiful young girl named Sarah.
She had defeated his labyrinth, and temporarily crushed him. She had looked him in the eye and said the words that had broken his spirit and his heart. How long had he loved the girl? How long had he been watching her? Oh, not only after she outsmarted him, but long before. Most of her mortal life, it seemed. He had seen her grow from a willful child to, well, a willful adult. That was one of the qualities she had never outgrown.
But she had changed. Nine years had changed a gangly teen into a ripe woman. She had curves and creamy skin. Her hair had thickened a little, and was a shorter now.
There was no suitor for the beautiful young girl--there had never been, actually--and he wondered why. He could only have hopes and dreams of why she chose to never date. But there were other, more important things that occupied his mind at this moment.
Jareth wondered if she knew. Knew how she had been changed. Did she know what was happening to her, what would happen to him?
There was a prophecy. It was old, but astonishingly accurateIt has prophesized his ascension to the Goblin Throne. It had foretold the death of his brother, Taren. It had also predicted that a certain young mortal girl would be the only person to ever defeat him and the labyrinth.
He had been so young and foolish when he had first read his copy so many years ago. He had laughed it off, believing it was just a mere coincidence that his brother had died, and that nomortal would ever be able to best him. He had been so wrong.
Jareth glanced at the sphere and then down at the wrinkled parchment. He left the globe balancing in mid-air while he buried his weary head in his gloved hands
He shrugged out of his purple coat and tossed it onto a side chair. He read it for the umpteenth time.
"Hear me, oh Goblin King! Woe dwells in thy heart. The Maiden who hath bested thee hath been gifted, and thy power is now equalled in the Her. On the eve of the Maiden's twenty-fifth mortal year she will come into her own. Heed my words, Goblin King. If thou dost not join in matrimony and consummation ere three mortal months have passed, then you shall both perish. Two equals cannot exist separately, but must be joined together for any hope of survival".
Jareth sighed deeply. He had lived a long time. He did not wish to leave his kingdom to some stranger. He wished an heirHe may kick the dirty little goblins on occasion, but he still thought he was a good king, and he worried for his subjects, should they be left in the care of someone other than himself.
Jareth needed to get her here and marry her, but he needed to talk to her first. Show her the prophecy and tell her the truth. He had loved her for so long, and felt it would be nice for her to at least like him before they were to wed.