Ok so this is a somewhat short story of one characters feelings.
It's my first fanfic so if I suck feel free to tell me and I won't write anymore. (PLEASE DON'T TELL ME I SUCK.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, though I would like to own Jareth or David Bowie. Whichever comes first.
Had to delete it and repost it cause it wouldn't save my changes and load the second chapie so… yah.
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When I was younger my faded memories of the story were of good and evil.
It seemed to be a fairytale of a heroic young girl who went through untold trials to save her little brother from the clutches of an evil Goblin King.
It was a story of friendship and brave deeds. Events to be written down in history books.
And like all adventures, this one ended happily.
The girl got her brother back. The Evil King was defeated. And She made new friends.
And then I grew up.
And I went back to that old memory, dusted it off, delved deeper, and realized…
it was not a story of good vs. evil, or black and white, but shadow and grey.
Not a daring adventure.
But a love story, worthy of the merits bestowed upon Romeo and Juliet.
And it did not end happily.
It ended.
Seemingly without resolution.
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So that is Part I
Please Review. I would greatly appreciate it.
MUCH LUV!