So yeah this is based on the Lion King and because I like the lines in the movie those lines will be used.
Disclaimer:I do not own Labyrinth, only James and I also do not own Lion King or make money off of this story. I just like writing about it.
One day, about an hour before sunrise, a young Fae boy, about seven years old, ran into his sleeping parents bedroom. "Dad, dad! Come on, let's go!" the boy tugged on the bare arm of his father.
"Son, you're awake." A woman with long blonde hair, and a bare arm, draped over her husband's bare stomach; stirred and resettled when the man placed his hand on her head, making her burrow further into the cocoon of blankets surrounding them.
The man, without opening his own mismatched eyes, spoke to the woman next to him. "Before sunrise, he's your son." The boy backed up and with a running start, charged into the bedside with a thump, making the father open his one green eye and look at his son with a sleepily raised eyebrow.
The boy placed hands on hips and glared at his father with youthful impatience. "You promised." He said crossing his arms.
The man sighed, realizing that he would get no more sleep, not if his son could help it. "Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up." The boy bounced out of the room with a jubilant cry. The man sat up and stretched, while the woman took over his warm spot left in bed. "I see I'm loved." He remarked yawning hugely, as he placed on clothes.
The woman opened a blue eye and replied before turning over, "You made the mistake of not telling our son the proper time to wake up." The man laughed quietly and left the room in search of his hyper son.
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On the highest point of the castle, father and son, king and prince, Jared and Jareth, sat side by side, almost splitting images of each other, on the castle wall. The sun was just breaking over the Labyrinth, Jareth could see the Watchtower, it was just a black bar sticking straight up in the Great Plains, its shadow stretching across the plains. A red glow was cast, Jareth could see the Goblin City just waking up, peddlers and walked about in an unhurried pace, greeting each other in the morning light. Jared placed an arm around his son's shoulders, and sweeping his other arm out, he showed Jareth the landscape before him. "Look Jareth, everything the light touches is our kingdom."
Jareth looked around awed, "Wow." He replied in a hushed tone.
"As the sun rises and sets, like a king, one day the sun will set on my time and will rise with you as the new king." Jared told him.
Jareth was awed. "And this will all be mine?" he got up and walked along the wall, looking at everything in a new light. "Anything the light touches…" he murmured to himself. He stopped. "What about that shadowy place?" he pointed at an over shadowed place that was dark and foreboding, as the sun never touched that place with its rays.
"That's beyond our borders, you must never go there." Jared told his son with a look that meant it was a command.
Jareth looked confusedly at his father. "But I thought a king could do whatever he wanted."
Jared got up and motioned for Jareth to follow him. "Yes son, but let me explain…" They walked off together, heading for the plains.
Later that morning, father and son were strolling out on the Great Goblin Plains. Hoggle raced up to the pair. "There you are sire, checking in with the morning report."
Jared sat on a large protruding rock and nodded at Hoggle. "Fire away."
Hoggle took a deep breath and began to speak rapidly as Jared tried to look serious. "Well, the buzz from the dwarfs is that the mermaids are in a bit of a spot…" Jareth quickly bored of the conversation and began practicing on his magic.
Jared looked over at Jareth as the boy tried for the umpteenth time to change at least an arm. "What are you doing son?" he whispered to Jareth.
"Magic." The boy answered. Jared looked at Hoggle and back at his son.
"Let me show you how it's done." Jared whispered back at Jareth. "Hoggle would you turn around please?" he asked the still prattling dwarf.
Hoggle nodded. "Of course yer majesty." He turned around and then began speaking again.
Jared crooked a finger at his son. Jareth came obediently over. "Now, take your hand like this…" he whispered and pointed his gloved hand at Hoggle.
"Sire, what are you doing?" Hoggle turned around.
"A magic lesson." Jared answered and Jareth began concentrating at the point of his own, ungloved, hand pointing it at Hoggle as well. A ball of white, silver glittery magic began to slowly come into view at Jareth's command.
"Ah." Hoggle turned back around and realized what Jared meant. "Magic lesson! Oh, ya can't be serious!" he spun back around but Jared twirled his finger to Hoggle and Hoggle sighed and turned back around with a "this is so humiliating…"
Jared whispered low in Jareth's ear. "Put up an invisibility shield."
Hoggle turned around. "What are ya telling 'I'm Jared?" there was no one there. "Jared? Jareth?" Suddenly a magic shot came pelting out of now where, and hit Hoggle in the behind, and exploded pelting dwarf in silver glitter. "Ack!" the dwarf fell over in surprise as Jared and Jareth came back into view. Jared roared with laughter as Jareth grinned up at his father, and lowered his pointed finger.
"That's very good now this time." Jared brought Jareth in.
Hoggle called, "Sire, rogues! In the sun plains!"
Jared scowled fiercely. "Blast them." he turned to Hoggle. "Hoggle, take Jareth home."
turning to go Jared heard Jareth complain, "Aw dad, can't I come?"
"No son." Jared stated firmly before turning into a peregrine falcon and flying off at a fast clip.
Jareth turned back toward the castle, a frown on his young face. "I never get to go anywhere."
"Ye'll be fighting them soon enough young master. One ye'll be king and ye can chase those mangy beasts from dawn until dusk." Hoggle said to him, patting the young prince awkwardly on the head.
Jareth ran into a gloomily lit room without even knocking. "Hey uncle James, guess what?" James, startled, nearly dropped the potion he was working with. Jareth bounced up and down on the balls of his feet in eager anticiaption.
James rolled his eyes at his nephew's intrusion and suantered over to a black over stuffed chair. "I despise guessing games." he drawled out, throwing himself into the chair. With his legs over one arm end while his head rest on the other.
"I just got shown the whole kingdom! and I'm going to rule it all!" Jareth burst out unable to hold it in any longer.
"Oh, goodie." James said sarcasticly, rubbing his forhead with a blue gloved hand.
Jareth popped up in front of James' chair and sat down in front of it, pulling a blue hassock to perch upon. "Uncle James? When I'm king, what'll that make you?" he asked.
James tilted his head back, eyes closed as he replied, an idea forming in his head. "A monkey's uncle."
Jareth laughed till his sides hurt. "You're so wierd." he said clutching his aching stomach.
James got up and walked back over to his potions table. "You have no idea." he muttered under his breath. "So your father showed you the whole knigdom, did he?" James asked, picking up a flask with a blue liquid and mixed a pink liquid in slowly. A white gas began to emit from the combination of the two potions.
Jareth sat down in the vacated chair and kicked his legs, encased in black boots, black breeches, and a white tunic. "Everything." he answered.
"He didn't show you what lies on the shadow lands, did he?" James asked inocently as he nochalantly placed the still smoking concoction of now green color onto the worktable.
"No, he said I couldn't go there." Jareth said glumly.
"And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest Fae go there." JAmes said, glancing over at his shoulder at his young nephew, who's face had taken on this mesmerised look.
Jareth jumped off the chair and ran over to his uncle. "Well I'm brave, what's out there?"
JAmes shook his head. "Jareth, I can't a basilisk grave yard is no place for a young prince. oops." James covered his mouth up in shock, since he had "spilded" the secret.
Jareth's face shone in excitement. "a basilisk what? whoa."
James walked back over to the chair. "Oh, dear I've siad to much." he threw himself in the chair with a hand to his forehead in a fake swoon of dispear. Jareth came back over. James pulled Jareth into a headlock. "Promise me you'll never got to that dreadful place. Okay? I don't want anything happening to my favorite nephew."
Jareth was iching to leave so he said "Promise." He headed toward the door. then he looked back at James, "I'm your only nephew, uncle James."
James replied, making Jareth feel important that uncel JAmes was entrusting him with a sercet. "Remember, it's our little secret."
James told the now empty room after the boy left. "I know you are my only nephew, dear boy. Be careful"
To Be Continued...