Well here is my story. If you find any kind of errors or anything, please let me know. I would love to have some beta readers and editors. So if you want to be one please leave a note. I don't know if I'm even going to continue the story though. This is a trial run I guess you could call it.
I own none of the Characters from the Labyrinth as much as I wish I did. So I would love if no one would sue me. ::Grins::
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Truth Untold
By Munchy-kins
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Soft sobs were heard all around the building. The silence that came with it was like a wool blanket on a summer's day. It trapped everything in and let nothing out. Even the pedestrians walking in front of the stone structure of the building could feel the sadness.
Aisle after aisle of pews felled the grief stricken room. Every so often there was a sole person staring to the front. There, in front of the beautiful stain glass window that the church was known for, were two black coffins.
Flowers lay across their closed lids. Their sent failing to bring even a little happiness to the people gathered there. But they did bring a beauty that sparked just a little hope into the darkness. Just enough to let them carry on with their lives. A short line was formed in front of the cases. It was slowly getting shorter as the occupants paid their respects and left a little more at peace and a dirty hanky in his or her pocket.
One by one the line slowly dwindled, until there was only one person left. A young girl no more then 16 or 17. Like everyone else she wore the black color of morning. Her wavy chestnut hair hung around her shoulders like satin curtains. Nimble fingers came up to trace the names on the plaques. Grey eyes misted over as another wave of sobs cracked threw her neglected body.
She hadn't eaten or slept properly since they had died. In truth it was because she saw no reason to. They had been the only ones in her life. They were the only ones who put up with her.
They had allowed her to live in her fantasy world. They didn't care that she truly never made friends with others her age, instead she was too caught up in her books and plays to want to go to the mall and shop or even care if she had a boyfriend or not. They even bought her books to read and small items for her room. The crystal ball had always been her favorite.
But now they were gone, just like that. No warning, no second chance. Her parents just left her. Sure it wasn't their fault that the other driver had been drunk, but now she all was alone. No one seemed to care about that.
"Why?" The question came out in horse whisper. Hours of crying and simply killed her voice. Not that she planned to speak much. Not even to her Aunt. Oh how she hated her Aunt. She went around acting as though nothing had happened. It drove her crazy, her parents were dead and her Aunt acted like they had just gone on some trip and would be back at anytime. What a joke.
This lead to her locking herself in her room must of the time. There no one tried to bother her. Not even her cousins. Here was her sanctuary. Here were the reminders of good times.
The girl once again took in the image of the solid black cases that held her parents and the names written there.
Toby and Denis Williams
She couldn't stand this place any longer and turned on her heals and ran out knocking into a woman on. She didn't even bother to apologize, she just kept running. Straight out the huge doors of the church. Down the street crowed with old Victorian homes that stared down at her as she ran. Strait to the only other place she knew. The park.
Here was another place she could be without having reality come crashing in on her. Many times she had come here and read in her tree, the great maple hidden from everyone but herself. She felt something powerful while she was here, yet she never told anyone of the place so it had always remained hers. Not caring for her own well being or the state of her dress, she climbed the tree and sat on one of the branches that seemed to hold her body perfectly. Had she been any taller or wider she surly would have fallen off and that would have been, at least, a seven foot drop. Yet the branch held and she slowly wiped the tears from her tired eyes.
Absent-mindedly she reached into her purse and pulled out the book that lay in it. It was a small book that was the same color as fresh blood. The title was written on the cover in curvy letters and gold paint.
Labyrinth
She smiled fondly down at it. It had been the last gift her father had given her.
-------------------------- Flashback --------------------------
"Sarah, I want you to have this. I'm sure my sister would love you to have it." Sarah stared down at the small book her father was handing to her. The gold letters spelling out the word Labyrinth. A huge grin spread across her face.
"Oh, daddy, really! I can have it!" She grabbed the book out of her father's out stretched hands.
"Of course you can." He smiled back at her as she flipped through her new treasure. When she got excited like that she almost looked like—
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have traveled here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child in which you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me." Sarah read the small part out loud and looked up at her father mystified. "It's just like your story of Aunt Sarah. Does that really mean it happened."
Toby smiled sadly down at his daughter. If only she knew. "Yes it is true."
"So she saved you from the Goblin King, Jareth." He had always told her the story, yet she hadn't though it was true. Sure she dreamed of a place like that and acted the story he told but never did it a cure to her to believe it in its whole entirety. "And this is what she said." She nodded at the words she just read aloud.
"That was what she once told me when I was little." Sarah's face fell. So it could be only a tale to put the young to sleep. Her aunt must have told it to her father after reading the Labyrinth herself and put them both in the story.
"What ever happened to Aunt Sarah?" Though her father spoke of her often, many times telling Sarah that she reminded him a lot of her, she was never told what became of her. It was almost as if she had drop off the face of the planet.
"I don't know sweetheart I don't know—"
---------------------- End of Flashback ----------------------
Sarah had just turn 16 then. It was the best gift he had ever given her. She spent hours in this park acting it out and usually coming home late. He father would laugh and tell her that Aunt Sarah use to do the same thing. It made Sarah feel some connection to the Aunt she had never met.
Still, whenever her father spoke of his missing sister it was always in the same quiet way. There was a twig of sadness in his eyes and his face seemed to drop slightly. He did love his sister dearly and it seemed that her disappearance hit him hard. But that foreboding feeling passes quickly enough. Soon he was his old self again and would ask Sarah to come and show him and her mother what she had done with the play before they sat and had dinner.
Those were the happy times. Times she would never see again. A cool breeze twisted threw the leaves of her maple and danced threw her hair. Down below she her the soft padding of feet coming her way. But who could know where her tree was.
Sarah jumped slightly when she heard a hoot of an owl somewhere above her head. Was it getting that late? She peered out of the branches to see that the sun was now almost level with the horizon. She made the decision then to get down from her perch and head to her Aunts house. She would be worried sick.
Not that Sarah really wanted to return to her Aunt's. She was her mother's sister and had the same grey eyes that all the Madison had. Her brown hair was cut to her shoulder's unlike the long cut Sarah's mother always wore. Her mother had been the one that let Sarah grow her hair as long as she wanted and often times helped Sarah try a new way of putting it up.
Sarah yelped in pain as a piece of bark cut into her skin. Somewhere below she heard movement and then a soft feminine voice calling up.
"Is someone up there?" Sarah didn't move right away. She was angry that someone would invade her private spot. Then reality set in and she remembered that it was a public park and people sometimes did manage to stumble their way into her area. Slowly she started her decent again. The book in her purse was a steady presser on her side.
When she was able to see threw the lower branches she saw a young woman there. Her dark wavy hair pilled on her head and a red lipped face looking up at her, glew in the dieing day. She wore a form fitting dress that was all black. Then Sarah remember where she had seen this woman before, this was the same woman she ran into running out of the church.
"It is only I up here." She called down to the woman, not sure why she was here. The woman stepped back to let Sarah land on the grassy ground under the tree. "What are you doing here?" She asked not even caring if she came across rude. Her voice hurt, she was tired, and hungry, and her parents were laying dead back there at the church. Not much about the world seemed nice at the moment, so why should she be.
The woman just gazed at her for a while and then sat on the bench on the other side of the tree. The bench was painted white and had pretty carvings on it. It had been there ever since Sarah could remember but she never used in. She preferred to be up in the tree.
"I come here to be alone." Come, how come she comes. From what Sarah could tell she came. To come you have to be here often and Sarah had never seen this woman before today.
"You can't come here. I'm here everyday but I've never seen you before." The woman grinned at the half steamed girl who stood in front of her. She reminded her of someone. The grinned turned into a true smile.
"I haven't been here in a long time." She paused and looked at the girl She didn't have Toby's blonde hair or blue eyes but she did have Toby's stance. She must have gotten the eyes from her mother and her hair from the hidden jeans her father held. She had hair so much like her grandfather's. "You must be Toby's little girl."
Sarah looked startled at the statement. "Yes. How did you know my father?" This woman intrigued her. As much as she just wanted to leave and let the woman alone, she also wanted to know what she was holding back from her in those hazel depths.
"He was my best friend." It was a simple statement but Sarah though it hid something else. "May I ask you name?" The woman was now gazing away from her into the park but Sarah could tell she was waiting for an answer.
"Well since you already did I guess I have to answer. It's Sarah." The woman's face whipped around to look at her. A sparkle in her eyes told her she said something that interested the woman.
"Named after you Aunt?" This woman knew her aunt? Sarah couldn't just stand there any longer. Curiosity was killing her. She sat at the end of the bench the woman occupied.
"You knew my aunt?" The woman looked across at her and an emotion that Sarah couldn't place flashed across her brown eyes before disappearing.
"Yes."
"Do you know what happened to her? Please, if you do, tell me. No one can tell me where she went and I've always wanted to meet her. From what my father says, she was a wonderful person." Sarah's eyes were wide and her brain was working over time. She was ready to listen to anything the woman said. But all she did at first was laugh. It wasn't a mean laugh but the laugh of a person who had just found something funny and wasn't going to tell the rest of the world what it was.
"Yes I know what happened to her. But first I have to tell you a story that involves The Labyrinth, your aunt, and your father." Sarah paused and looked at the woman. Who was she to know the story of the Labyrinth? Who was this woman? There was only one way to find out.
Sarah reached in her purse and pulled out the small book and showed it to the woman. The woman looked at it in surprise and gently reached for it but before her fingers could tough the leather binding she drew back. There was a question in her eyes. "Where did you get that?"
"My daddy gave it to me for my birth day. He told me often of the story of the Labyrinth and how his sister saved in that day." She looked long and hard at the young woman who knew so much of what Sarah herself wanted to know. "The question in how did you know the story? Who are you?"
The woman just smiled at her. It was a sad smile now. "You loved him a lot didn't you?"
"Of course I did, he was my father." She openly glared at the woman. "And you are avoiding my question."
"Indeed I am. My name isn't important right now. Do you still want to know what happened to your Aunt?" The sad smile was still on the woman's face. Sarah wanted to know what put it there but at the moment her anger for being brushed off was boiling inside her.
"Yes." She hissed out of gritted teeth. It was then that she once again heard the unmistakable sound of a hooting owl above her head. The woman looked up and smiled and looked back at Sarah.
"Where to begin—"
TBC.......
I own none of the Characters from the Labyrinth as much as I wish I did. So I would love if no one would sue me. ::Grins::
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Truth Untold
By Munchy-kins
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Soft sobs were heard all around the building. The silence that came with it was like a wool blanket on a summer's day. It trapped everything in and let nothing out. Even the pedestrians walking in front of the stone structure of the building could feel the sadness.
Aisle after aisle of pews felled the grief stricken room. Every so often there was a sole person staring to the front. There, in front of the beautiful stain glass window that the church was known for, were two black coffins.
Flowers lay across their closed lids. Their sent failing to bring even a little happiness to the people gathered there. But they did bring a beauty that sparked just a little hope into the darkness. Just enough to let them carry on with their lives. A short line was formed in front of the cases. It was slowly getting shorter as the occupants paid their respects and left a little more at peace and a dirty hanky in his or her pocket.
One by one the line slowly dwindled, until there was only one person left. A young girl no more then 16 or 17. Like everyone else she wore the black color of morning. Her wavy chestnut hair hung around her shoulders like satin curtains. Nimble fingers came up to trace the names on the plaques. Grey eyes misted over as another wave of sobs cracked threw her neglected body.
She hadn't eaten or slept properly since they had died. In truth it was because she saw no reason to. They had been the only ones in her life. They were the only ones who put up with her.
They had allowed her to live in her fantasy world. They didn't care that she truly never made friends with others her age, instead she was too caught up in her books and plays to want to go to the mall and shop or even care if she had a boyfriend or not. They even bought her books to read and small items for her room. The crystal ball had always been her favorite.
But now they were gone, just like that. No warning, no second chance. Her parents just left her. Sure it wasn't their fault that the other driver had been drunk, but now she all was alone. No one seemed to care about that.
"Why?" The question came out in horse whisper. Hours of crying and simply killed her voice. Not that she planned to speak much. Not even to her Aunt. Oh how she hated her Aunt. She went around acting as though nothing had happened. It drove her crazy, her parents were dead and her Aunt acted like they had just gone on some trip and would be back at anytime. What a joke.
This lead to her locking herself in her room must of the time. There no one tried to bother her. Not even her cousins. Here was her sanctuary. Here were the reminders of good times.
The girl once again took in the image of the solid black cases that held her parents and the names written there.
Toby and Denis Williams
She couldn't stand this place any longer and turned on her heals and ran out knocking into a woman on. She didn't even bother to apologize, she just kept running. Straight out the huge doors of the church. Down the street crowed with old Victorian homes that stared down at her as she ran. Strait to the only other place she knew. The park.
Here was another place she could be without having reality come crashing in on her. Many times she had come here and read in her tree, the great maple hidden from everyone but herself. She felt something powerful while she was here, yet she never told anyone of the place so it had always remained hers. Not caring for her own well being or the state of her dress, she climbed the tree and sat on one of the branches that seemed to hold her body perfectly. Had she been any taller or wider she surly would have fallen off and that would have been, at least, a seven foot drop. Yet the branch held and she slowly wiped the tears from her tired eyes.
Absent-mindedly she reached into her purse and pulled out the book that lay in it. It was a small book that was the same color as fresh blood. The title was written on the cover in curvy letters and gold paint.
Labyrinth
She smiled fondly down at it. It had been the last gift her father had given her.
-------------------------- Flashback --------------------------
"Sarah, I want you to have this. I'm sure my sister would love you to have it." Sarah stared down at the small book her father was handing to her. The gold letters spelling out the word Labyrinth. A huge grin spread across her face.
"Oh, daddy, really! I can have it!" She grabbed the book out of her father's out stretched hands.
"Of course you can." He smiled back at her as she flipped through her new treasure. When she got excited like that she almost looked like—
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have traveled here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child in which you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me." Sarah read the small part out loud and looked up at her father mystified. "It's just like your story of Aunt Sarah. Does that really mean it happened."
Toby smiled sadly down at his daughter. If only she knew. "Yes it is true."
"So she saved you from the Goblin King, Jareth." He had always told her the story, yet she hadn't though it was true. Sure she dreamed of a place like that and acted the story he told but never did it a cure to her to believe it in its whole entirety. "And this is what she said." She nodded at the words she just read aloud.
"That was what she once told me when I was little." Sarah's face fell. So it could be only a tale to put the young to sleep. Her aunt must have told it to her father after reading the Labyrinth herself and put them both in the story.
"What ever happened to Aunt Sarah?" Though her father spoke of her often, many times telling Sarah that she reminded him a lot of her, she was never told what became of her. It was almost as if she had drop off the face of the planet.
"I don't know sweetheart I don't know—"
---------------------- End of Flashback ----------------------
Sarah had just turn 16 then. It was the best gift he had ever given her. She spent hours in this park acting it out and usually coming home late. He father would laugh and tell her that Aunt Sarah use to do the same thing. It made Sarah feel some connection to the Aunt she had never met.
Still, whenever her father spoke of his missing sister it was always in the same quiet way. There was a twig of sadness in his eyes and his face seemed to drop slightly. He did love his sister dearly and it seemed that her disappearance hit him hard. But that foreboding feeling passes quickly enough. Soon he was his old self again and would ask Sarah to come and show him and her mother what she had done with the play before they sat and had dinner.
Those were the happy times. Times she would never see again. A cool breeze twisted threw the leaves of her maple and danced threw her hair. Down below she her the soft padding of feet coming her way. But who could know where her tree was.
Sarah jumped slightly when she heard a hoot of an owl somewhere above her head. Was it getting that late? She peered out of the branches to see that the sun was now almost level with the horizon. She made the decision then to get down from her perch and head to her Aunts house. She would be worried sick.
Not that Sarah really wanted to return to her Aunt's. She was her mother's sister and had the same grey eyes that all the Madison had. Her brown hair was cut to her shoulder's unlike the long cut Sarah's mother always wore. Her mother had been the one that let Sarah grow her hair as long as she wanted and often times helped Sarah try a new way of putting it up.
Sarah yelped in pain as a piece of bark cut into her skin. Somewhere below she heard movement and then a soft feminine voice calling up.
"Is someone up there?" Sarah didn't move right away. She was angry that someone would invade her private spot. Then reality set in and she remembered that it was a public park and people sometimes did manage to stumble their way into her area. Slowly she started her decent again. The book in her purse was a steady presser on her side.
When she was able to see threw the lower branches she saw a young woman there. Her dark wavy hair pilled on her head and a red lipped face looking up at her, glew in the dieing day. She wore a form fitting dress that was all black. Then Sarah remember where she had seen this woman before, this was the same woman she ran into running out of the church.
"It is only I up here." She called down to the woman, not sure why she was here. The woman stepped back to let Sarah land on the grassy ground under the tree. "What are you doing here?" She asked not even caring if she came across rude. Her voice hurt, she was tired, and hungry, and her parents were laying dead back there at the church. Not much about the world seemed nice at the moment, so why should she be.
The woman just gazed at her for a while and then sat on the bench on the other side of the tree. The bench was painted white and had pretty carvings on it. It had been there ever since Sarah could remember but she never used in. She preferred to be up in the tree.
"I come here to be alone." Come, how come she comes. From what Sarah could tell she came. To come you have to be here often and Sarah had never seen this woman before today.
"You can't come here. I'm here everyday but I've never seen you before." The woman grinned at the half steamed girl who stood in front of her. She reminded her of someone. The grinned turned into a true smile.
"I haven't been here in a long time." She paused and looked at the girl She didn't have Toby's blonde hair or blue eyes but she did have Toby's stance. She must have gotten the eyes from her mother and her hair from the hidden jeans her father held. She had hair so much like her grandfather's. "You must be Toby's little girl."
Sarah looked startled at the statement. "Yes. How did you know my father?" This woman intrigued her. As much as she just wanted to leave and let the woman alone, she also wanted to know what she was holding back from her in those hazel depths.
"He was my best friend." It was a simple statement but Sarah though it hid something else. "May I ask you name?" The woman was now gazing away from her into the park but Sarah could tell she was waiting for an answer.
"Well since you already did I guess I have to answer. It's Sarah." The woman's face whipped around to look at her. A sparkle in her eyes told her she said something that interested the woman.
"Named after you Aunt?" This woman knew her aunt? Sarah couldn't just stand there any longer. Curiosity was killing her. She sat at the end of the bench the woman occupied.
"You knew my aunt?" The woman looked across at her and an emotion that Sarah couldn't place flashed across her brown eyes before disappearing.
"Yes."
"Do you know what happened to her? Please, if you do, tell me. No one can tell me where she went and I've always wanted to meet her. From what my father says, she was a wonderful person." Sarah's eyes were wide and her brain was working over time. She was ready to listen to anything the woman said. But all she did at first was laugh. It wasn't a mean laugh but the laugh of a person who had just found something funny and wasn't going to tell the rest of the world what it was.
"Yes I know what happened to her. But first I have to tell you a story that involves The Labyrinth, your aunt, and your father." Sarah paused and looked at the woman. Who was she to know the story of the Labyrinth? Who was this woman? There was only one way to find out.
Sarah reached in her purse and pulled out the small book and showed it to the woman. The woman looked at it in surprise and gently reached for it but before her fingers could tough the leather binding she drew back. There was a question in her eyes. "Where did you get that?"
"My daddy gave it to me for my birth day. He told me often of the story of the Labyrinth and how his sister saved in that day." She looked long and hard at the young woman who knew so much of what Sarah herself wanted to know. "The question in how did you know the story? Who are you?"
The woman just smiled at her. It was a sad smile now. "You loved him a lot didn't you?"
"Of course I did, he was my father." She openly glared at the woman. "And you are avoiding my question."
"Indeed I am. My name isn't important right now. Do you still want to know what happened to your Aunt?" The sad smile was still on the woman's face. Sarah wanted to know what put it there but at the moment her anger for being brushed off was boiling inside her.
"Yes." She hissed out of gritted teeth. It was then that she once again heard the unmistakable sound of a hooting owl above her head. The woman looked up and smiled and looked back at Sarah.
"Where to begin—"
TBC.......