Twins of the Soul
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.
Lindarael's Charge
"I'm not ready to be King of the Goblins, mother!" Jareth yelled.
"You're quite old enough, child!" Queen Mispa snapped. "And what is this that I hear about you spying on Lady Lindarael's charge?"
Jareth gulped. "She eats peaches and she's not afraid of the fireys."
"She is a mortal, Jareth," his mother chided gently. "Her mother was a labyrinth runner and lost. I had not the heart to change her into a goblin."
"Then you could have raised her here," Jareth protested. "I could have had a friend, besides Hogwit, to play with."
"Hoggle," his mother sighed. "You really need to get his name straight, my son. As for the girl, the Rules would not have allowed her to stay here unchanged. I had to send her away back to her own world with Lindarael. She was the only one I trusted to care for the baby."
Jareth sighed. "She's the one, isn't she? The human prophesied to subdue the Goblin King?"
Queen Mispa smiled. "You know the prophecies, Jareth. They are as solid as dishwater."
"Uh-huh," her son replied.
"And Jareth," the Queen added, as he made to leave. "You are not to seek vengeance against the faeries, for yesterday's prank with the peach juice."
"I'll let Hogwart deal with them," Jareth replied, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"Jareth!" his mother growled. "Can't you get his name right, for once in your life?"
"What's the fun in doing that?" came the reply.