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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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Hello all! I hope you are enjoying this so far! I know there hasn't been much of Jareth or Sarah yet, but don't worry, I know that's why you're here! Please bare with me while I set up the plot and I hope you'll think it's worth it. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. AND, just fyi, althought this story is 7 years after the movie, it is set in 2011-ish. I don't think this will really affect the story at all, but I just want to let you know.
ciao bellas!
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       Upon hearing of the young woman's memory loss, King Alberon sent a small squad of guards to search the wreckage of her car for anything that may give them clues to her identity or how she'd managed to pass through the Veil and enter the underground.
            The body of the car itself was dismantled and melted down--iron ore was a dangerous substance for the Fae of the Underground, and Alberon was reluctant to have such a large amount of it in a single place. He hoped that, when his guest had regained her faculties, she wouldn't be too upset with the fact she no longer had transportation. What he knew of cars, however, told him the damage indicated that there was little hope left for her blue machine. He had everything else that came with her to the Underground looked over and packaged carefully before being sent to her room so that she might go through it at her leisure.
            In the meantime, his best physicians and healers were tending her wounds and trying to comfort her in whatever way they could. Since she had no magic of her own, there was little their powers could do for her--healing is a process best performed by ones' own body over time, it just took less time for Fae. However, the small bits of magic she was able to absorb had greatly helped. Her rib was no longer broken and her head wound may have been fatal if she hadn't had their help. They'd healed all the smaller scrapes and cuts she'd had and her bruises were already turning from purple to green, indicating a much faster healing rate that mortals achieved on their own. She'd lost a lot of blood, but without another willing human donor, they had to leave it to her frail body to replenish what she'd lost. It had only been two days, but she was able to stand with only minor aid and was already winning over the hearts of all those who attended her with her quick small and sparkling eyes.
            Alberon himself had not seen her since she'd awoken, being the High King was a busy job, after all, but he'd had reports of her progress. Even the Queen had remarked what a lovely young creature she was. He'd learned her name was Sarah William--she'd found a small hard piece of material with her image and a name they could only assume was hers in a bag from her car. It hadn't triggered any of her memories, unfortunately, but she seemed to know what the card was and knew that she was not Aboveground.
            The King mused as to why she had taken in her predicament with such grace and understanding. He could only imagine what waking up in a strange place, not knowing your own name, felt like, but then to find you weren't even in the world you knew, but were, instead, surrounded by strange creatures and foreign powers. Yet she had simply smiled and tried to understand when they explained what happened. She had expressed her gratitude for their help and hospitality and the King had agreed to let her remain at his court until she could be returned Aboveground.
            What puzzled the High King was how she'd entered his realm in the first place. He'd not felt anything strange that morning and there were very specific regulations over the admittance of mortals into the Underground. The evidence pointed to some bizarre accident that brought her into their midst. Unless she was lying. However, Alberon had lived unfathomable numbers of human lifetimes and had known countless mortals; he did not think she was deceiving them in anyway--she was dazed and confused, lost but not frightened. No, the only explanation would be if she had some tie to the Underground—some deep-rooted connection that would allow her to pass through the veil without aid from the other side. Unfortunately, with her memory loss, there was no way of knowing if such a connection existed since no one had yet to step forward and claim her.
Or had they? His mind suddenly brought forth the image of the Goblin King standing at the foot of her sick bed, an array of emotions flickering across his face that, to anyone who knew him less, would have been completely ignored. But Alberon knew him quite well and had seen the raw emotions in the younger fae’s eyes. And then there was what he had said “I have no power over her”. That had to mean he knew her, didn’t it? But of course, if he had yet to point out his relationship to the young woman, or even stay at the High Court until she woke up, then maybe Alberon was reading too much into the Goblin Kings’ reaction.
He let out a long sigh and pondered.
If this Sarah was connected to the Goblin Kingdom somehow, then it would stand to reason having her visit that place might explain a few things, if not return her memory completely. There was only so much his healers could do for a mortal and without knowing where to send her, or who could care for her upon her return, she was, essentially, stuck in the Underground. While that didn’t really pose any problem—she seemed happy enough so far and it was no bother to house her in the Grand Palace until something more permanent could be found—the old king blanched at the thought of the life she’d forgotten and the people she’d left behind.
He couldn’t imagine how terrified her loved ones were at her disappearance; they didn’t even have evidence of an accident with which to make assumptions and gain closure. He knew that if one of his children suddenly vanished, he would go to the ends of the Earth, above and below ground, to find them and see them safely returned. Thus, he had few options.
He could allow her to remain, living out the rest of her life Underground in whatever way she was able. She was beautiful, kind, and imaginative so he knew she would have no trouble finding some position to occupy her time or, eventually, a mate with which to start a family. But she would never know herself or what she’d inadvertently abandoned.
He could send her Aboveground and try to help her piece her life back together. However, that seemed highly improbable with so little to go on, and he assumed she would have to find a job or husband and start from scratch, just as she would Underground. Why bother sending her away at all? She seemed happy enough and at least Underground he could keep an eye on her; make sure she continued to be happy.
Or, and he couldn’t put his finger on just how this plan had come to him, he could send her to the Goblin Kingdom. He was old and wise enough to know when to follow his instincts and, for some reason, he felt that’s where the answers lie. He knew that, over the last few years, the kingdom and its king had been rebuilt, growing in power and influence. He hardly recognized the Labyrinth as it now stood, bright and gleaming and imposing to any who had the misfortune to run its course. Where before it had been derelict and haunted, it was now streamline and commanding. Where before the king had been terrifying and mesmerizing, he was now arresting and charming. The denizens of the Goblin City were not just drunken goblins chasing defenseless chickens, but had grown in number and diversity and flourished at the heart of the twisted walls. Yes, the place had been given new life so that the power of its magic thrummed through the very cobblestones, almost as it did in the Grand Palace, but with a different taste.

For a brief moment, Alberon considered if it was this influx of power that had pulled the young woman into the Underground, but then quickly dismissed it since, if it had, the Goblin King would have felt it. If he had felt it, he would have immediately reported it to the High Court and, since no such report had been made, Alberon quickly swatted the silly notion aside. First things first, he needed to decide on what to do with the poor girl. He let out another long sigh and weighed his options again. Whichever way he looked at it, though, his best option remained the same. He could only hope it turned out to be the best for everyone involved.
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