--- Well, that chapter was a little long. Hope y'all were able to follow
it alright. The term 'ego' in this chapter is used to mean 'myself.' I
would also like to thank the late and great Douglas Adams for creating the
word 'fwopple.' What a wonderful word. ---
=== Disclaimer: Labyrinth characters do not belong to me. Sam, Fred,
Chremslied, and Anne do. (Patty and Johnny I create as well, but who would
want to claim them, aye?) Labyrinth characters belong solely to the
magnificent Jim Henson. Enjoy. ===
Chapter the Fourth
The world was a deep midnight blue. An impossible blue. Had it not the dread sense of futility and foreboding and familiarity it could be considered tranquil. What was once Olivia Anne McConnelly cried out in rage.
No! No! It's not my time! I'm NOT ME! The feeling splattered like electricity.
EGO a call came back through the distance.
"Anne" turned toward the call. Before her was a mirror image. A half image, a broken image. A mostly human form with torn wings and no light. Hollow eyes gazed at her.
ego "Anne" replied to "Sarah Anne Williams."
Simultaneously the two souls reached to touch. Instead of the other's "hand" though, they came upon a partition liken to that of glass. In a rage "Anne" pounded on the glass.
No pull, I wasn't called like before she said to Sarah.
Nor when I "Sarah" replied.
Something happened, maybe. "Anne" hesitated.
Esse "Sarah" said gleefully.
But I can't break it Anne started to waver.
But, I almost did "Sarah" wavered as well. In the next moment, their "thoughts" were as one once more.
Now I have help. This spell can not keep me from myself any longer. The fool who did this made the mistake of not killing me in my weakness of the original splitting. Instead I grew even stronger through the separation! Hah! I'll give over knowledge for this the split soul howled with power.
Turning into two balls of expanding energy, the split soul of Sarah Anne Williams rode the wave of power form the Mobius spell. The spell that had sliced her apart began to get small cracks. Finally, it began shattering.
For one swift moment of eternity, Sarah Anne Williams was in pure spirit form. Wings the size of a small solar system shone like oil in a puddle of water. Hair like a pillar of flame and eyes the accumulation of every ocean in all of the known realms. Her exuberant laughter twisted and bounced in a torrent of silence.
Then she vanished and the world went back to its tranquil blue.
***** *****
Quick tears were blinked away in oddly jubilant eyes. They glanced down at the bright red, seeping line on the right index finger. The tiny squeak of pain was farther in the past than any other thing on the planet. A tiny smile quirked the edges of the child's mouth. The child stuck her finger in her mouth and glared at the paper with the unintelligible scrawling. She made a mental note to avoid the subject 'til she was older. Tired of tasting copper, the child decided to cry for her mother - and a Band-Aid.
***** *****
Chremslied suddenly found himself supporting the weight of a severely drunk, incredibly hung over Jareth. "What, in the Name-of-All-Insanity is going on here?" he wheezed out, perplexed.
Jareth looked at him with blood shot eyes. "The after math of a really great party. You sober imbecile," he slurred.
"Oh!" Chremslied stuttered with sudden comprehension.
***** *****
"Eeew! This place is a mess!"
"Well, duh."
"It hasn't been like this since."
"Yes?"
"Woo hoo! We did it! We did it!" "Elementary my dear old chap. Now, help me clean this place up."
***** *****
"Curses!" the seemingly soft exclamation reverberated through the room, cracking the delicate porcelain vase on the mantle.
Chapter the Fourth
The world was a deep midnight blue. An impossible blue. Had it not the dread sense of futility and foreboding and familiarity it could be considered tranquil. What was once Olivia Anne McConnelly cried out in rage.
No! No! It's not my time! I'm NOT ME! The feeling splattered like electricity.
EGO a call came back through the distance.
"Anne" turned toward the call. Before her was a mirror image. A half image, a broken image. A mostly human form with torn wings and no light. Hollow eyes gazed at her.
ego "Anne" replied to "Sarah Anne Williams."
Simultaneously the two souls reached to touch. Instead of the other's "hand" though, they came upon a partition liken to that of glass. In a rage "Anne" pounded on the glass.
No pull, I wasn't called like before she said to Sarah.
Nor when I "Sarah" replied.
Something happened, maybe. "Anne" hesitated.
Esse "Sarah" said gleefully.
But I can't break it Anne started to waver.
But, I almost did "Sarah" wavered as well. In the next moment, their "thoughts" were as one once more.
Now I have help. This spell can not keep me from myself any longer. The fool who did this made the mistake of not killing me in my weakness of the original splitting. Instead I grew even stronger through the separation! Hah! I'll give over knowledge for this the split soul howled with power.
Turning into two balls of expanding energy, the split soul of Sarah Anne Williams rode the wave of power form the Mobius spell. The spell that had sliced her apart began to get small cracks. Finally, it began shattering.
For one swift moment of eternity, Sarah Anne Williams was in pure spirit form. Wings the size of a small solar system shone like oil in a puddle of water. Hair like a pillar of flame and eyes the accumulation of every ocean in all of the known realms. Her exuberant laughter twisted and bounced in a torrent of silence.
Then she vanished and the world went back to its tranquil blue.
***** *****
Quick tears were blinked away in oddly jubilant eyes. They glanced down at the bright red, seeping line on the right index finger. The tiny squeak of pain was farther in the past than any other thing on the planet. A tiny smile quirked the edges of the child's mouth. The child stuck her finger in her mouth and glared at the paper with the unintelligible scrawling. She made a mental note to avoid the subject 'til she was older. Tired of tasting copper, the child decided to cry for her mother - and a Band-Aid.
***** *****
Chremslied suddenly found himself supporting the weight of a severely drunk, incredibly hung over Jareth. "What, in the Name-of-All-Insanity is going on here?" he wheezed out, perplexed.
Jareth looked at him with blood shot eyes. "The after math of a really great party. You sober imbecile," he slurred.
"Oh!" Chremslied stuttered with sudden comprehension.
***** *****
"Eeew! This place is a mess!"
"Well, duh."
"It hasn't been like this since."
"Yes?"
"Woo hoo! We did it! We did it!" "Elementary my dear old chap. Now, help me clean this place up."
***** *****
"Curses!" the seemingly soft exclamation reverberated through the room, cracking the delicate porcelain vase on the mantle.