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Dizzy	By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Broken

"Ah, there you are my boy," High King Alberon met him as he walked swiftly through the sumptuous halls of the Grand Palace, his dark maroon cloak billowing out behind him. Alberon put an arm around the Goblin King's shoulders and gave him a broad smile. "I was wondering when you'd stop by--seems I had to go to the trouble of finding an excuse to summon you to court before you managed a visit yourself." He laughed a warm laugh as he pointed the tall blond king into a guest room.
"And what excuse has lured me away from my duties in my own court?" he asked with a sly smile. The worry he'd felt all day was growing, even if the vibrations of the Labyrinth didn't reach the air of the High Court. He wanted to get back and ensure nothing was amiss, but he knew that being summoned to see the High King on a matter of "great urgency" was more pressing. Indeed, the swift footfalls of the older man along the plush carpets of his palace indicated that time was of great importance.
"Well, you'd never believe it, but it seems an Abovegrounder stumbled into my realm completely unannounced." Alberon chuckled.
"A mortal?" The Goblin King asked, the older man nodded. "That is indeed a strange occurrence." They stood in a small sitting room that he recognized as an estate room, usually used for guests from other realms. He knew some of the doors leading off the room were to bedrooms and an en suite.
"Mmm. But even more puzzling was that she was gravely injured in the process. One of the kitchen staff found her while out gathering blue mountain mushrooms--you know how much I love those--" he chuckled again, a warm laugh from his belly, "It seems she was found in one of those awful metal contraptions they use to get around…"
"A car?" he offered the mirthful king.
"Oh yes, a car! See, this is why we called for you--you love Abovegrounders so much--we thought you'd be able to help heal her and see she is returned without too much incident." At that, he opened a door on the opposite wall and ushered the Goblin King in.
He saw a group of maids bustling about the room and hovering over the prostrate form. One was putting a fresh cloth on the patient's face and ringing out the old one into a tub of already bloody water. An Elvin woman sat at the foot of the bed whispering incantations while her hands traveled slowly over the still body. Two Fae women stood on either side of the bed, each holding one of the girl's hands while they stood with their eyes closed. He could feel the magic reverberating around the room as the ensemble each did their part to try and heal the frail mortal in their midst.
"What do you think, my boy? These are our best healers, but you know her race so much better…" As he took a step closer to the sickbed, the maid dressing the head wound moved away and he finally saw the face of the woman laying on sheets stained with blood. His response to the High King caught in his throat and his blood ran ice cold through his veins.
Her face was too pale, her long raven hair matted with her blood, her chest rising and falling steadily but weakly. A myriad of emotions shot through the Goblin King at the sight of the young woman before him and his mind raced as though it was trying to follow all the paths of his Labyrinth at once. He didn't know how or why she was here, what had happened to her, if she would remember--
But he knew one thing. "I-" he cleared his throat, pushing down all signs of feeling in his voice. "I'm sorry, Sire, I cannot heal this woman." He abruptly turned around to leave the room--he needed to think. Alberon frowned and turned to follow after the young king.
"Why ever not?" He asked, somewhat indignant. He new the Goblin King could be vexing, but he'd never seen him be outright cruel.
He stopped, his back as straight as a rod, his fists clenched at his sides. He looked over his shoulder at his King and swallowed the tumultuous emotions circling his body. "Because I have no power over her."
With that, the dark ruler of the Labyrinth summoned a crystal as he walked out of the room and threw it to the floor, disappearing in a flash of light and sounds of breaking glass.
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The first thing she was aware of was a fuzzy, distant pain in her head. As she slowly floated up towards consciousness, she realized she was laying in a rather comfortable bed, a warm down comforter pulled up to her chin. The pain in her head became more insistent, as well as one in her arm. She tried to shift position, but the mere tensing of her muscles send waves of pain through her. She could feel bruises all along her body, though they were nothing to the now throbbing pain of her head.
Slowly, carefully, she extricated her hand from the warm confines of her unfamiliar bed and reached up to tentatively touch the heavy bandages that encircled her noggin.
She then came to the realization that someone must have wrapped her injured head and placed her in the cozy bed. She tried to open her eyes to see where she was, and blinked against the candle light in the room. She finally focused on swaths of powder blue fabric above her, which she determined must be the bed's canopy. With effort, she turned her head and looked to her right.
An unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar things sat quietly awaiting her pleasure. An ornate oak wardrobe stood near an equally stunning writing desk. Navy blue curtains framed floor to ceiling windows along the far wall. Everything was ornate and immaculate. She decided to see what else the room held and, with difficulty, turned her head to the left and saw next to her bed stood a table with a basin of water and fresh bandages. An incredible full-length mirror stood against a wall next to an antique bookshelf. She craned her neck and looked towards the foot of the bed and could see a door leading out of the room. The she saw the figure slouched in the armchair pulled close to the end of the bed.
She tried to ask where she was, but the breath caught in her lungs as her ribcage seemed to explode in pain. Her mouth was dry and she couldn't help but cough--the action sending her whole chest into agony. The nurse in the chair immediately woke and grabbed a glass of water off the bedside table.
"There ye be, deary. Slowly now," she gladly accepted the gentle sips of water before dropping her head back down onto the fluffy pillow. "How be ye feelin? You had quite the tumble, it seems." The nurse smiled kindly at her.
She cleared her throat to try again, mindful of her painful ribs. "My head is pounding." Her voice cracked and the nurse tried to get her to take another sip of water. When the cup was pulled away again, she asked "Where am I?"
"Ye be in the Grand Palace of the High King, his Majesty King Alberon. Ye were found outside the city walls and were brought here fer healin."
"And, who are you?"
The nurse blushed slightly but smiled down at her patient. "I be ye nursemaid, Breeda."
"Thank you, Breeda, for taking care of me." She was struggling to keep her eyes open, her brief conversation seemed to have sapped her strength.
"Oh, t'wern't only my, deary, but ye be welcome. Now, rest-up, ye need ye strength." Breeda gently pulled the duvet tight under the young woman's chin and placed a cool hand on her brow.
"Breeda?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes already closed.
"Yes, me dear?" she gently fluffed her pillows.
"Who am I?" Breeda's hands stopped in their fidgeting and she looked back at the sick woman's face. She was already sound asleep, oblivious to the attentions of the nurse.
She frowned and whispered in answer, "We be hopin you could tell us, deary." She sighed and watched the woman slumber for a moment before quietly shuffling out of the room and closing the door. She needed to tell the King about this new turn of events and she knew he wasn't going to like it. Not one bit.
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