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Fairer Tales: Far Far Away...

In a world many had forgotten, a queen sat upon her throne, proud, sure, but most importantly beautiful. There was no denying that Queen Megara was beautiful, for you see many Fae were; but even by their own high standards she was exceptionally beautiful. Her fair pale skin put the purest alabaster to shame; her hair, threads of pure gold spun thin and silky like spider's webbing, was dressed in elegant curls around her head; eyes the sharpest piercing ice blue that could chill even the strongest flame. When, in years past, she would grace the world above with her presence, some of the human civilizations hailed her as a goddess; simple and fragile though they may be, she couldn't help but forgive mortals their pathetic lives just enough to bask in their praises and exaltation.

Yes there was no denying it, she was beautiful. And as one would image of a person with such beauty, she was also quite vain. Her love of her face had led to her collecting mirrors; from the extravagant and enchanted to the mundane decorative looking glass, if she could see her reflection in it she found a way to have it in her possession. The most important mirrors, of course, were safely kept within her chambers. One in particular, the staff new nothing about; she kept this on mirror in a small private room, whose entrance was hidden. The hidden mirror was hung from its black ornate frame on the wall; an elegant chair sat in front of the mirror, so when the queen came to look upon the mirror she could be seated comfortably. The looking glass and the chair were not the only items in the room however, the walls of the room were covered in a veritable menagerie of tiny looking glasses, though these were not for her to admire herself in. On her way to the top Megara had encountered many individuals, individuals who had to be dealt with. While others thought them dead, she knew better. Their bodies may have been found, but what a person could consider their souls were trapped behind the glossy pane, forever trapped, to be called upon to be gloated at whenever the queen deemed necessary. But the large mirror with its long black frame, statuesque and elegant, was in a way, the key to some of her successes. Knowing this, she kept it hidden away, so that others might not find use for it as she had.

This day's visit was no different from those before it. Once her servants had left her she had slipped away into the secret room, seating herself in the chair before her grand mirror. Smiling at the reflection that greeted her, she finished appraising her reflection and called to the mirror. The ghost like image of a young woman appeared in the mirror looking sleepy and confused, as if just roused from a deep slumber. But unlike the many visits before when the mirror blinked, and looked toward the queen, there was something different about her face, instead of it becoming its usual mask of indifference, there was something else there, something hidden.

"Your Majesty."

"Mirror, dear, tell me what I'd like to know."

"And what shall that be today Majesty?"

"Today? About me I suppose, my last conquest was rather 'fruitful' if I do say so myself. I wonder how my latest move has affected the game so to speak."

"About you, your majesty, I know quite well. You're fair your majesty, your beauty none can near compare and your rule will be long… enough."

"'Enough'? What do you mean, 'enough'?" The queen turned her piercing blue eyes on the lass in the mirror.

"You've forgotten?" the mirror asked, a smirk slowly pulling at the corner of its mouth.

"You seem to be forgetting your place, you cheeky thing." Megara warned, her glare becoming glacier. But this only seemed to spur the mirror on, some fire had gotten into the mirror girl and she wasn't hiding it any longer.

"You've forgotten! The vain witch has forgotten!" she laughed.

"Watch your tongue! How dare you speak to me that way!" The girl in the mirror knew that later a punishment would come, but at the moment she cared not.

"Your reign will be long enough, your majesty." She spat. "But the time spoke of draws near! The one who shall tame the beast brought forth from your blood is soon to be upon us. And you and your dark hearted kin will fall! Your kingdom will be swallowed up, devoured by a new. You shall be tossed aside as an old rag, a forgotten toy, and the crown shall sit upon a new head. Your time draws near Queen Megara of Lunarwood! You will fall!"

Deep within the Underground, there lay a great kingdom. At the axis of this kingdom, stood the great Goblin castle. Far removed from the other magical kingdoms the goblin city wrapped itself completely around the Goblin castle, constantly wishing to be in the wondrous buildings shadow. In most kingdoms citizens are protected by a moat or a wall, separating and protecting them from their enemies. This kingdom was the same in that effect that it had protection, but different from all those in the Underground for that it was surrounded by the great Labyrinth. If one were to find themselves stepping out of a dense wood on to a windswept hill, they would see before them what would appear as a sea of ever moving, constantly shifting walls. Like sand colored waves surrounding the city, the movements of the Labyrinth were a sight to see from the safe distance of the windswept hills, it was enough to entice a less than knowledgeable person into its depths. This is how the Goblin King found himself passing his time this particular day; plucked from the air, held in front of his piercing gaze, was one of his many crystals, being turned this way and that aiding in his observation of the most recent poor fool who decided that they would simply wander into the Labyrinth.

He found himself doing this more often these days. The mortals of the Aboveground had not wished away any children recently, so there were no magical trips to the Above, to deal with some sniveling mortal, weeping and begging for another chance, to be given the challenge of the Labyrinth, which they would ultimately fail. No this simple fool was a person who was born of the Underground and knew the stories of his labyrinth; for some reason they had thought that they were well enough prepared to enter it, his labyrinth was quickly proving otherwise. He hadn't decided yet if he were going to save this poor fool yet, somehow they had found their way in and so far they were simply wondering around the very edges of his dear puzzle, no real danger there.

"Wiling your time away on one of your crystals again cousin?" Into the throne room entered cousin of the Goblin King, the young lord of Rose Briar, Derrick.

"If you must know," the young king replied, not moving from his lounging position on his throne, "Yes."

"Ah, and when will the Great Goblin King sweep in to confront the simpleton for daring to walk the paths of his precious Labyrinth?"

"I don't think I'll even bother. The fool hasn't made it that far for one, secondly he's nowhere near any of the parts of the Labyrinth were there would be some concern. In all honesty the idiot will probably fall into some trap that will dump him back at the beginning, like all the others." With that last statement, his mood seemed to tint a shade darker than it had been. He threw the crystal across the throne room, causing it to skitter for a brief moment before exploding against the far wall with a loud crash. The few small goblins who had been rabble rousing around stopped what they were doing and looked toward their king. With a dark look coming across his deep blue eyes, he fixed them all with a stare before growling a simple but crisp command. "Out."

In a flurry dirt and chicken feathers all of the tiny chattering creatures fled for their very lives from the room, lest a royal boot find its way to their backside.

"Was that necessary Jareth?"

"I thought so, that should be enough shouldn't it." With the agility of a cat the young king swung his legs off his throne and brought himself to a standing position. It wasn't a question and Derrick knew it. He watched as Jareth strode to the nearest window, lost in thought and growing agitation.

"Come cousin," Derrick began, joining Jareth by the window. "Let's go have us some fun, hmm? You've done with the business of the day and all this sitting around is putting you in a sour mood. Come let's be off."

"And what would you suggest this time?"

"I was considering the suggestion of perusing your wine cellar, I hear there are some exceptional years down there."

"Naturally, I'm starting to think that's the only reason you come to visit."

"Nonsense! I love your company cousin! If that's not to your liking, we could go about and find ourselves some wonderful ladies to keep us company as we wile away our evening."

"No to the cellar, I have a feeling, you'll work us down there eventually."

"Then it's settled!" Derrick clapped his cousin on the shoulder, steering him away from the window and, hopefully, away from what might become another horrible mood. Jareth had been prone to them lately, Derrick wasn't sure why, but whatever the cause it was wreaking havoc on those in the castle, and the last thing that needed to happen was for it to leak out into the rest of the kingdom. Jareth was a young king, possibly the youngest the goblin kingdom had ever seen, it had taken him a long time to gain the trust and respect of his citizens, and he took his job seriously. Many of the issues that he had encountered along the way Derrick had been there, watching, suggesting, and calmly sitting on the sidelines as a constant support for his younger cousin. But lately a bug had seemed to get into him and he had become restless and annoyed.

At first Derrick had attributed it to the calls from the Above, it was not Jareth's favorite duty, this he knew, but much like other things past and present in his life, Jareth refused to mention it. All his cousin knew was from what he guessed himself or gathered from the staff. And even they didn't have a clue what was bothering their king.

Jareth glanced over at his cousin, who was jabbering away, it was possibly an amusing enough of a story, but at the moment he was less that interested in hearing it. Instead of his cousin's plan of getting him drunk and distracted working, he stood now by the window in one of the castle's various studies, deep eyes panning over his kingdom. He understood his cousin's concern, he truly did, he knew that he was distracted and that others around the castle had begun to notice, but something in him had awoken the other day. With the rising sun of that one morning, something had been loosed into being; he woke with a feeling of impending action. Something was coming, he wasn't sure what yet, but it had him restless, and he hated the feeling. It made his skin prick and distracted him to no end; the labyrinth even seemed to feel that something was about, its movements were more lively than usual, even some of the smaller goblins about the castle had been unusually calm, as if unsure what was about the place.

Something was coming, the whole kingdom seemed to be holding its collective breath waiting to see just what would come.

And Jareth stood, restless and watching, the wait for the unknown killing him.

And that's the end of chapter/part two something or other! lol! Please review!

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