Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. I use a trio of sindarin elvish words in this chapter, and again later in the story. "Kenedril Iest Elei" literally translates to "Mirror, Wish, Dream". In this story I have roughly changed it to be mean, "The Mirror of the Wishing Dream".
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 4
They both sat on the floor of the library, stacks of books surrounding them. They had made a list of priorities. They needed to find out what the statue was that it had such powers as to grant wishes, and what the statue was. Then they needed to find out how to get Eamon back to the Underground.
"I guess it is a moot point when I say that if I had my magic, this search would have been over long ago, huh?" Eamon said softly as he looked through a wiccan reference book.
"Yeah. I need music," Rhiannon said, and she turned on the radio that sat on a shelf. Music came out of it, but not any music Eamon had ever heard before.
"Do you play piano?" Eamon asked Rhiannon.
"No. Do you?"
"Yeah, all of us do. Mom insisted," Eamon explained.
"All of you?"
"Yeah. Toby, Aaron, Phoenix, Damien, Tanwen, and me. Ophelia will start learning as soon as she can reach the keys properly," Eamon said with a smile.
"And Phoenix and Damien are your triplets?" Rhiannon asked. He had mentioned all of his family before, but she had not really absorbed all the information.
"Yeah. We are all three different extremes. My mother saw it before we were even born. My mother can sense babies, and talk to them while they are in utero. She knew she was pregnant when she woke up the morning after her wedding. It is a rare gift to be blessed with. Phoenix represents passion. Her hair is bright red, with black and blonde streaks. Her eyes shine like orbs of light. Damien represents darkness. His hair is black, with blonde streaks. His eyes are like my father's, cruel and mismatched. I represent the light. I have my mother's eyes. Phoenix married a mortal that was wished to the Underground by his younger brother. Damien married a dryad, the Queen of the Trees. Phoenix has twins. Damien has a little girl. Toby is my uncle, and he married a princess from the Dragonlands. Aaron has ever married, and I do not know that he ever will. He is very content doing whatever Mom and Dad tell him to do," Eamon explained.
"Do they love their spouses?" Rhiannon asked.
"Mom and Dad only ever asked one thing of us. We had to marry for love. Never for position. Only a prophecy made my mother queen, not her birth," Eamon pointed out. Rhiannon frowned at the book in front of her, "What?"
"Is this him?" Rhiannon asked, showing Eamon the picture. Eamon recognized it immediately.
"Yes. Who is he?" Eamon asked.
"Erebus. Son of Chaos. A morally ambiguous mischief-maker. He was sealed in a…reliquary….uh…back…," Rhiannon trailed off.
"What?" Eamon asked her.
"Eamon, that statue was not any statue. That was a reliquary! It housed his spirit! Your wish woke him up! There is no telling what he is doing now that he is free. We need to find a way to get you back. He probably knows everything about you by now. He can, and probably will, hurt people. I have no idea what he is really capable of. But he does not know right from wrong, Eamon," Rhiannon said worriedly.
Eamon stared out into space, lost in his own thoughts.
Rhiannon continued to scan the book she was reading, looking for any information on Erebus. She was far into the book when she stopped at a drawing of a large, beautiful mirror. The frame was black and gold, scrolled artfully, with runes inscribed on the rim. The caption below the picture read:
"Kenedril Iest Elei"
Rhiannon looked at the opposite page for an article about the lovely mirror. She found it and read it aloud, softly.
"Kenedril Iest Elei, or the Mirror of the Wishing Dream," Rhiannon whispered, "A magical mirror said to grant a dreamer their greatest wish. This mirror was said to have disappeared hundreds of years ago, yet rumors persist of its continued existence"
"What was that?" Eamon asked, pulling at a thick lock of blonde hair while reading another tome.
"Nothing," Rhiannon assured him as she placed a small slip of paper between the pages, Nothing but a fool's hopes.
Some hours later Eamon was startled by a loud noise from across the room.
"Ah ha!" Rhiannon yelled triumphantly.
"What?" Eamon asked.
"This is it. A ritual," Rhiannon hummed to herself as she sat down and read. Eamon watched her until her blue eyes rose to meet his, "Eamon, you had better like staying with me"
"Why?" Eamon asked her, truly curious.
"Because this spell must be performed on the night of the full moon. And, the new moon was just a few days ago," Rhiannon told him regretfully.
"Will it get me home?" Eamon asked her.
"Yes"
"Then I could care less how long it takes," Eamon smiled confidently at the witch, and Rhiannon felt her pulse race.
I wonder what it would be like, to live Underground? To see elves, dwarves, dryads, centaurs, satyrs, fairies, merpeople…
"Eamon? What are the fairies like?" Rhiannon asked him wistfully.
"They bite. Stupid creatures, really," Eamon told her. He saw her frown, "What's wrong? What did you expect them to do?"
Rhiannon laughed loudly, "Come on, Your Highness, it is time to get some dinner"
"Can we have pizza again?"
"Yes, Eamon"
"And iced cream?"
"Yes, Eamon"
"You mean Your Highness"
"Yes, Your Highnass"
"Hey!"
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Sarah and Jareth sat on their chairs in the audience room, content in just sitting there. Sarah looked up as what looked like a white snowball flew swiftly into the room and into her hands. The white ball crumbled, and Sarah removed a letter. After scanning it for a moment she gasped and dropped it. Jareth picked it up, and read it calmly. It took a lot to shake his queen.
"To Their Royal Majesties, King Jareth and Queen Sarah of the Goblin Kingdom, Master and Mistress of the Labyrinth:
I write to you now because we are old friends, and I wish for you to know this information before I bring it before anyone else. Your son, Prince Eamon, has left our kingdom under the most dubious of circumstances. It seems he went for a ride in the country, and then came back a changed man. He had been avoiding my lovely daughter for some time, but all of a sudden he went to her rooms, and mated with her. Not that she minded, well at least at first. She wanted him to be her first. But, in the mating, he was very violent with my daughter. He ripped her, and bit her, and made her bleed everywhere. I did not expect this from the little boy I once knew. He has succeeded in seeding her, this I know from our midwife's knowledge, since Fae births move so much quicker than others. Princess Celinda is pregnant. And although I used to love Eamon like he was my own, he is no longer welcome in our kingdom. He will be executed if he tries to return.
With love and regrets,
Queen Carla of the Ice Lands"
Jareth vanished the letter to his personal office. He turned to his wife, who was pale and shaking.
"Eamon would never do such a thing! He is kind, and sweet. He did not even halfway like Celinda in that way! The poor thing! Something is wrong here Jareth!" Sarah exclaimed. Jareth hugged her and kissed the top of her soft head.
"I know. We will send Damien to go talk to Carla and to see what could have gone wrong," Jareth assured her.
"It will take him weeks to get there, Jareth!" Sarah exclaimed with worry.
"If you, Phoenix and I pool our powers, we can send him there much faster," Jareth told her.
Hours later, the trio of Fae stood together in the garden. They were going to send Damien a very powerful crystal. It would have enough power to tell him what needs to be done, why it needs to be done, and to get him there in half the time. It would also get him back to them in half the time.
Jareth conjured the original crystal, and poured his power into it. Sarah went next, combining her magics with Jareth's and filling the crystal with more power. Phoenix went last, melding her powers with her mother and father's, filling the crystal to almost bursting. She then blew on it, sending it posthaste to her brother, who was, at that moment, sitting on his throne, with his dryad wife next to him.
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Damien happened to be looking at the sky when he saw one of his father's crystals floating towards him, faster than he had ever seen one of them float. He held out his hand and the crystal landed. Then, voices came out of the crystal. That had never happened before.
"Damien, we need you to go to the Ice Lands as soon as you can pack and get Dante saddled…," the crystal spoke in a combination of his mother, father, and sister's voices. It told him of what had happened, and the letter they had received. It told him he needs to go there, and find out exactly what happened due to the fact that this did not sound like Eamon, at all. It told him of all this crystal could do, and how to do it, "Good luck Damien," was what it said at the end.
"How long will you be gone?" Xen asked her husband.
"Hopefully no more than a month or so, thought I cannot guarantee it. I will send you word," Damien told his wife. He kissed her thoroughly and went to go kiss his daughter.
Xbel was sitting on the floor in the nursery, her bright red hair shining from the sunlight streaming through the window. She was playing with a gnarled stick, trying to puzzle out how it ended.
"Xbel honey, Daddy has to go away for a while. Take care of Mommy. I love you," Damien gave his daughter a kiss and went to go see to the packing. If there was one thing that had tempered his gruffness, and his brooding; it was his daughter, who had his mismatched eyes and bright red hair that was as curly as her mother's.
Damien was off within a couple of hours, riding northeast, towards the Ice Lands.