//L A B Y R I N T H ~ o p e n

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It's been ten years since the night Sara saved her brother from the Goblin King's power. She was able to return him home still a human baby boy, but of course, not everything could remain the same. The two siblings still quarreled as they grew up, shoots dominating ladders in their relationship. Sara never told Toby what happened that fateful night when she spoke the words, but even at eleven years of age, he still has the dreams. Dreams of a man holding him with care in his lap and telling him he had his eyes.
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Toby sometimes finds himself in his own world. He often learns how to do some things that others wouldn't usually think he could do, or should do in most cases. Since he was a little boy, his hair's slowly become darker and darker until he had they same brown hair as his sister, and gray eyes. No one is sure where the eyes came from, for no one in the family has gray like he does. He still has a baby-face, which annoys him to no end when his mother tells him he's "so cute". Quickly he argues that he's grown up, and doesn't need to be babied anymore. But when he's alone, there's another side to him it seems. He secretly reads, slowly memorizing the lines word for word in his books. Someday, he even may want to take to theater.

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[DrakElias]

Hey, all! So, Timber will be joining us, but she's been a bit busy with school, so I am going to be posting the first post today! So, then we can start, as I am sure we are all rearing to go! If you have questions or ideas, I think I might make a planning thread-ish thing so we can keep OOC chatter out of this once we start.

When I do that, I'll post the link in the starting post. So, be on the lookout, and everything!

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{ Yes!!! I'm so excited I could burst! I'm also planning on making up another character or two, but it will take some time. What do you think of the worm you meet in the very beginning as a sage of sorts? :3 }

[DrakElias]

So, a bit of a set back... I was typing the first post and my computer shut down and I lost everything on my laptop, including the roleplay stuff... D:

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{ Ouch, I'm sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do to help. :( If there's anything, just toss me a PM. }

[DrakElias]

<-x->
-Jareth the Goblin King
-Immortal
-Male
-The William's House; Sarah William's Cottage Home; The Throne Room of the Castle at the Center of the Labyrinth
<-x->

Silence filled the night air as wings swept across the moonless sky, a flurry of bright feathers across the stars.

The creature, a barn owl, lighted himself on a tree outside an old victorian house. He peered into the room, eyes watching a child sleep.

There was a whisper of wind through the trees and a man perched on the branch.

The boy was Toby, and the man, none other than the Goblin King.

Jareth smiled, twisting his hand. A crystal orb appeared, dancing across his fingertips.

His Toby, his heir, his Name-Kin.

With a small amount of magic, he opened the window, letting the orb float through the opening so it landed on the inside sill, resting between two Knight figures.

Jareth smiled, taking wing once more, to visit one last person before nights end.

-.-.-

The cottage Jareth had traveled to was silent. It was small, and quaint, just the sort of place his Sarah would live.

He let himself in, taking long strides to her room, where the young woman was curled up, fast asleep. He waved one hand, ensuring she wouldn't wake.

There were framed portraits on her wall, pieces she had done, one a perfect likeness of himself. Jareth chuckled.

"Oh, my dear Queen, do I ever think of you?"

He knelt by the bed, gently tracing his fingers across her cheek, smiling at her

"Not so often, my love...

No... Just every other moment..."

He sat by her side until dawn, and as the sun rose, he, too, vanished, leaving a scattering of feathers behind, as a warning, or perhaps, a promise.

-.-.-

The trip back to the Underground Realms was a swift one, and the King shifted seamlessly from bird to humanoid, much to the pleasure of the goblins present.

With practiced ease, he wove through them, humming in contentment as he dropped into his throne, a pleased smirk lingering in his mis-matched eyes.

One of his goblins snuck forwards.

"King is pleased?"

Jareth nodded, content as a cat, a black riding crop appearing in his hand, tapping it against his leg in a methodical rhythm.

"Yes, Blink, King is extremely pleased. Soon, my Queen - and my Heir - will be by my side!"

The goblin cackled, cheering, and the other joined in.

-.-.-

<-x->
-Lady Fallon Aislinn
-Immortal
-Female
-Dragon Wyer; The Throne Room of the Castle at the Center of the Labyrinth
<-x->

"Up and at'em, Angus! You know the King likes his morning ride!"

Fallon knocked on the stone gate leading into the wyer, her eyes sharp.

She knew the elder dragon was likely still asleep, though a small part of her hoped he was awake.

The young Halfling had grown to enjoy her morning talks with the King's favored dragon.

There was a soft rumble and Fallon slipped through the door.

Angus was the Lord of the Wyer: the oldest of the six dragons in the service of the Goblin King.

He was a stunning creature: scales like a moonless night and eyes of molten silver.

'Good morning, Lady of the Lost Woods,' he murmured softly.

Fallon chuckled. He was the only one who referred to her by that title, first given to her by Oberon.

"And to you as well, my Lord," she replied, her voice light.

The dragon stretched his wings, shifting into a sitting position, and the Halfling gently scratched a spot on his neck.

'Jareth came by earlier,' the dragon hummed, his eyes half closed. 'He had an... Eventful night, and does not wish to ride this morning.'

The female tilted her head slightly and Angus opened one eye to watch her silently.

With a snort, she stepped back, seeing the look in his gaze.

"No. Angus, you won't get me to fly today. I refu-"

With a gentle paw, she was swept up onto his back. Fallon squeaked in surprise and fear, clutching the spines along his back for dear life.

They hovered for a moment, Angus turning his head to watch her. She was curled up, tense, and the dragon dropped to the ground.

Fallon scrambled off his back, glaring up at the dragon.

'I do not understand how you can be the Dragon Keeper if you dislike heights,' he commented, and Fallon glanced away.

"That is between the King and I, Angus. You know that."

The dragon stared down at her, a sad look in his eyes before shooing her away.

'Speaking of the King, Jareth wanted me to send you to him. I'll be fine this morning. He sounded impatient.'

Fallon nodded and walked out of the stone wyer, towards the castle.

-.-.-

A hobgoblin led her into the throne room, announcing the halfling to the King and the numerous lesser goblins that seemed to obsess with following him.

"You asked for me, your majesty?"

She curtsied, glancing up at him, as if gauging his mood.

Jareth motioned for her to stand.

"Lady Fallon, you know how I despise formality. I wanted to tell you to ready the dragons of the Wyer."

She tilted her head.

"Sir?"

"In time, both my Queen and Heir will return home."

Fallon's eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"I will notify the Wyer, your majesty," she said.

She turned to leave, but was stopped by Jareth's look of amusement.

"Lady Fallon, I would like you to be a friend to my Queen. Sabine will be her hand maiden and guard, but I'd like for you to be her friend."

Fallon looked up surprised.

"Of course, your Majesty."

She curtsied again and hurried out of the throne room.

-.-.-

<-x->
-Lady Sabine Alisaphane
-Immortal
-Female
-Sarah William's Cottage
<-x->

Sabine sat against the trunk of the tree outside a small white cottage.

Earlier that day, she had seen the King swoop down, letting himself into the house, and she took the time to sharpen the blade that she wore at her waist.

She was the future Queen's guard: protecting her from harm and keeping an eye on her for the Goblin King.

She mused slightly to herself, thinking back on how far she had come since running away from home.

Sabine smiled softly, humming a light tune, eventually her voice carrying across the irish countryside, singing of tales of legend and lore.

She heard the door click and she looked down to see Jareth smiling up at her.

"Lady Alisaphane," he greeted. She hopped down, bowing.

"Your Majesty."

He waved a hand dismissing her formality.

"I thank you for your service, Sabine. Soon, my Queen will return to the Underground and you may come home."

The hobgoblin smiled.

"Thank you, sir," she said before he vanished.

Sabine chuckled.

Soon, she'd be home.