Chapter 8: Mystification
-I have no affiliation with the Labyrinth or anything that is in relation to the Labyrinth-
The Goblin King disappeared in a shower of glitter leaving Sarah to herself. He arrived in his bedchambers with a terrible headache and a heavy weight on his shoulders. He collapsed into a chair near the fireplace and massaged his temples.
"What do I do now?" he questioned himself.
"If only I'd known of her love sooner...I might not have been so bloody cold hearted towards her."
He summoned a crystal and found Sarah still weeping in the gazebo.
"Maybe I could have saved her from all her suffering."
He glared at the crystal and then threw it into the growing fire, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"I'm a damn fool!"
He quickly got up and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of brandy. Drinking it quickly, he slammed the glass down and heaved a heavy sigh.
"I thought I had such a strong defense against her. But now, she has caused my walls to crumble...now, I just don't know."
As her sobs slowly weaned down to small hiccups, Sarah lifted her head and wiped the tears
off of her glittering cheeks. She looked around and saw she was alone. The thought soothed
and comforted her. She pulled herself up and took in the sight of the pond reflecting the
moons' luminescence and the flowers bathed in ethereal beauty. It was more beautiful at
night. Everything seemed to glow and sparkle.
"Why is it he gets the most beautiful part of the Labyrinth all to himself?" she wondered aloud.
She walked towards the pond and wished she could remember the way back to the castle.
--Sorry it's so short. I've been moving and it's a crazy process! Please forgive!--