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I Became Queen	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 6856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I woke sometime later, how long I know not as I had no way to measure time and even if I did I doubt it would mean anything. I woke in a bed fit for a king, or a queen, with silken sheets of black and a chamber with every possible luxury. Merely imagine it and it could be found. I thought I would be sore and marked after such a brutal usage but I was not, afterall my body healed rapidly. I slept in for awhile waiting to see if Jareth would appear and when he didn't I waited longer to see if anyone would appear. After a time I finally got up and found the attached bathroom and used the facilities to cleanse myself. Perusing my image in the ornate mirror I noticed that my eyes were intensely emerald, slightly slanted, and surrounded by shimmery glitter. My teeth appeared sharper, as were the tips of my ears and my skin and hair were incredibly vivid. In all I looked like a female version of Jareth...whatever manner of being he was.
Jareth... I considered calling for him but I didn't really want to see him at the time so not seeing him was fine by me. I considered him further and what we'd done...what he'd done to me and my body shivered with both fearful anticipation and lust. He was relentless and I knew he would always use me so, always bring me to such heights. To know that I was capable of feeling such passion and pain was a frightening and exciting realization. Part of me couldn't wait to see Jareth again and wondered at his absence.
Eventually when no one entered the rich chamber and hunger finally drove me to seek food I dressed myself in gowns fit for a queen from the armoire...all my size and taste...and cautiously exited to explore what I assumed to be the Castle beyond the Goblin City. After much wandering I found the dining room decked out in its finest tableware with a gourmet feast prepared and ready for consumption, but at no time did I see or met anyone, not even a goblin lurking about. Hunger the forefront of my thoughts, I sat at the expansive table, served myself and ate until I was satiated. Still no one arrived to dine with me. Now worry set in.
"Jareth?" I called out, my voice echoed in the large chamber. "Jareth!" I called louder reminded of the foggy in-between where I last saw him. Then I thought of my friends, "Hoggle? Sir Didymus? Ludo?" I called. "I need you!" My frantic voice echoed again in the large stone dining room but no one else answered. What was going on? Where was I? Where was Jareth? Where was anyone? I ran through the castle in earnest finding the throne room which was the exactly the same as I remembered it except there were no goblins, no chickens, nothing alive other than me. I ran to the front gates of the castle and pushed the heavy doors open hoping to see the bustling Goblin City but all I saw was misty grayness, endless misty gray.
"No...NO!" I ran outside into the mists screaming my friends' names and Jareth's, but no one answered. I was alone. I ceased running and looked back to where I could just make out the dark gray outline of the castle and ran back before I lost myself in the fog. I slammed the front gates shut behind me and slid down the metal surface, crouching huddled at the base in shock, too stunned to cry, too afraid to move.
He'd done it. He'd tricked me. He'd lied to me, used me! I shuddered at the memory of all he'd done to me...all the pleasure and the pain. All this scheming wasn't to get me to agree to be his Queen it was to get me to agree to be THE Queen, to take his place so that he could...what? Escape...or worse as I reflected on various occurrences; my physical changes, his obsession with my purity, the void I'd always felt, the agreement to possess me. Oh God, it couldn't be true...but what if, what if he'd somehow changed places with me? Exchanged our essences somehow? Taken my life and given me his? His lonely, fairytale existence; I did scream then and my voice echoed in the barren castle, echoed until all I heard was my voice, all I'd ever hear was my own voice.
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I don't know how long ago that was as I still don't have any reliable manner in which to measure time. I think about trying to make a clock but then the differences between realms are mind-boggling and I have so many other priorities that I don't bother with it. Once I recovered from the paralyzing shock of Jareth's deception I went about making a plan, really not much else to do. I explored the castle thoroughly and discovering its numerous secrets, one being that anything I use or ate magically replenished itself the next day, but especially the library which contained books upon books of ancient and otherworldly knowledge. Mainly my focus of study was the mastery of sorcery and the creation of life from pure imagination. And there were dozens and dozens of tomes and scrolls on the subject. I could spend several lifetimes on this subject alone. I read that the Labyrinth was the name of the entire plane of existence where I was now imprisoned but it gave me no reason for the name. I suppose it alluded to the metaphorical maze of my trap.
That's when I fully understood. That's probably what Jareth did after his isolation here, however that came about, studying sorcery for centuries until he worked out a way to trick someone else into taking his place. His own imagination created the physical Labyrinth, the game, and every living creature within as a lure to find the person worthy—read strong enough, imaginative enough—to replace him. After I defeated him he used ancient blood and sex magics in combination with his willpower and imagination to switch us. He never intended on staying with me, he always intending trapping me here so that he could be free.
I wondered how long he lived here alone, without another for company that wasn't from his own mind, his own creation. Then I wondered how long it took him to master sorcery in order to create those imaginative creatures and the surrounding city and Labyrinth in the first place. The will, the imagination, the power; no wonder he was so overwhelming. I wondered why he was here. Was he the original condemned occupant or a victim like myself? Then I wondered what kind of lure I could create to fashion my escape; wondered if I could do that to an innocent or should try to track Jareth and switch us back, if that were even possible.
The irony of my solitary existence smothers me. So much of my young life I spent alone, isolated, unable and unwilling to connect with others and now...now I would give anything just to speak on inane topics with the simplest of persons; I would even enjoy spending time with my step-mother, it would be a blessing. I miss my father, my brother and my life, such as it was and was becoming. I miss the beginning of my new life and friends. I miss Brian and wonder if I'd been able to resist Jareth and lose my virginity early if it would've broken his spell over me. Or would he have haunted me as he threatened? I just don't know.
Over time I taught myself to manipulate crystals as Jareth did and was able to look in on my family for brief moments, they seemed happy. I glimpsed my brother grown with a family of his own. I was content at his safety and wondered if they missed me. I wondered about a great many things and I wonder about them still. I study and practice every day until exhaustion then start again as soon as I wake as I have nothing else and no one else to occupy me. I don't age. I suffer no illness but I dream, pleasant ones and nightmares with Jareth as a prominent guest. Revenge is a great motivator. I seek him often in my crystals but never locate him; I'm not even sure if it's possible or where he is if he's even alive. But I'll not give up...it's not like I have anything better to do.
I'm still working on my own world and sometimes I see objects form in the mists, a few remain permanent but most fade with time. Until I master the sorcery necessary to escape this solitary confinement fairytale, I've chosen to document my life and my lessons both before and after my rule as Queen in a journal which I will leave in the castle library. I'm hoping whomever I doom to their eventual prison may find this and learn faster than I did. Perhaps they may even learn how to break this strange curse and doom no others. Perhaps I may even figure it out myself but if you've read this than likely not. All I can say is I am sorry and good luck as the new King or Queen of the Labyrinth.
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I know this has been very dark, unexpected, and maybe even disappointing for some readers.
I did warn you that it was bittersweet and dark.
Generally I prefer happy endings but this was just begging me to write it so I had to obey my muse.
Plus I like to challenge myself and I hope as readers you like to
challenge yourselves as well.
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