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Dizzy	By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrith or any of its characters. The plot, however, is all me. I make no money from this, but can be bribed with feedback.

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Thanks for your patience! I've just graduated from college and am now working on applying to grad schools and studying for more tests! He feedback I've gotten so far is encouraging and I look forward to hearing what you think as I continue to slowely put up this story. Know that I only have a vague plan for this story, and I only write one chapter at a time. SO, if you have suggestions or questions that need answering, let me know so I can try and address them within the story, rather than directly, since if one person asks a question, they are usually not alone in their confusion. Thanks for your support, promise to get to the good stuff asap!!!
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It lasted only a moment as she pulled his face down with both hands and met his lips with her own. He hadn't even enough time to realize what was happening and try to take advantage or enjoy the feel of her body when she pulled away from him, a look of utter shock on her face.
"Sarah, what wa--"
"Ahem," Jareth's question was cut short by someone clearing their throat behind him.
"Oh, Sire, the Goblin King has made me remember something, isn't that wonderful?" Jareth tore his eyes away from Sarah's ebullient face and looked at the High King over his shoulder with puzzlement.
"Yes, my dear, I'm delighted to hear it." He flashed an indiscernible look at Jareth before walking up to the duo. Jareth halfheartedly noticed that Sarah had regained an appropriate distance from him and most of his body yearned to close the gap again. His mind, however, felt like it was struggling to catch up to the conversation at hand.
"What do you mean, 'remember'?" He asked, his voice betraying the rising panic he felt in his chest. He glared daggers at the old king who was lacking his typical jolly grin.
"Lady Sarah has suffered memory loss from the injuries she sustained upon arriving in my kingdom." Jareth's heart stopped and his mouth turned dry as his head whipped back around to stare agape at the woman beside him. "She remembers nothing from before her time here." King Alberon's voice held a note of pity that was lost on the mystified Goblin King.
"Sarah?" Jareth turned to the woman he hated and coveted above all others.
"When I woke up, I didn't know who I where I was. I couldn't even tell them how I got here. I found my picture and name on a card I had with me. That's really all I know." She looked down at her clasped hands, saddened and embarrassed by her lack of identity.
Jareth took a step away from her, his face settling into the cruel, hard mask he showed most of the world. He looked at her a moment longer and when she met his eyes, he finally knew what was wrong; they lacked any sign of recognition, of familiarity. He swallowed and, when he spoke, his voice maintained an emotionless monotone level.
"Excuse me, you Highness, I have matters to attend to back at my castle."
"Oh, run along, Jareth. I'm surprised I managed to keep you here this long anyway!" Alberon tried to sound his normal jovial self and chuckled at the younger king. His efforts were lost on Jareth, however, whose mind was racing so fast it was numb.
Jareth gave an awkward bow to the two of them and abruptly disappeared in a cloud of shimmering smoke.
"Did I do something wrong, your Majesty?" Sarah felt like she had unwittingly offended the handsome Goblin King, due to her amnesia. Although she couldn't see how that would have any bearing to his attitude towards her.
"No, no, my dear. Jareth is a fickle young Fae at times. Quite unpredictable. No one can keep him in line for very long, not even myself!" He held out his arm for her. "Come, I have a few more people I'd like you to meet. Prince Nadir is an especially charming young---" but Sarah didn't really listen as she took his arm and was led back into the party. Something itched in her mind, something she felt she should be remembering, but couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. She knew it was something important. She hoped that she would meet the bewitching Jareth again, although she wasn't sure he could jog any more of her memories. But the more she thought about dancing, the more she thought about him. She wanted desperately to see his face without the gruesome mask. Her face flushed as she suddenly realized she had kissed him in her elation and her heart dropped at the idea that said kiss might have been the reason for his hasty departure.
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Jareth popped back into existence in the middle of his smaller throne room. He stood perfectly still, his mind and body sluggish as he tried to process the information he'd just received.
Sarah remembers nothing. She doesn't know me. She doesn't know herself.
"She's gone." He whispered to the empty room.
Sarah, the girl who'd beaten his labyrinth, the child who'd turned him down and crushed his heart, the one person to have bested him in his long life as King of the Goblins, his greatest enemy, the woman he'd loved, was gone. Everything she'd done, everything she'd been, everything she'd learned and known and experienced was lost. She was just the beautiful shell of a dead woman; a living, breathing, exquisite shell.
What worse punishment could he have asked for? What worse punishment could she have inflicted upon him?
He should be cackling with laughter, singing a rousing victory song with his goblins as he danced around the throne room. He should be happy that his triumph was at hand.
Instead, he let out a blood-curdling shout of fury at the fates, his head thrown back, his hands fisted so tight that, without his leather gloves, he would have drawn blood with his fingernails. The entire castle rumbled with his pain and every citizen of the Labyrinth was awoken from their beds.
Something was wrong with the Goblin King, they all knew. Something has happened.
As the goblins, elves, brownies, gnomes, dwarves and other creatures of the Labyrinth and Goblin City settled back down to bed, their king fell to his knees, his hands falling limply to his sides. Had he not been so absorbed with his thoughts and emotions, he might have been able to tell that the energy humming through his great maze was coalescing into a discernable feeling, an almost-message that the ancient stones were sending him.
Something was coming.
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