A Fate By Anyother name

Nor Do I Have the Wings to Fly

Chapter One

Disclaimer: Obviously the Laby and it’s respective parts are the property of it’s original creators and the fiction characters not mentioned by their story line are of course my own creation and thusly belong to me.

Note: Who ever thought your net crashing was actually inspiration O.o Well that and the fact I’m blasting Lord of the Dance on my lovely surround sound. Such a muse do I have… If people are interested I want to created a Labyrinth proboards forum with ofc/cannon role-play of all ratings. Just email me at lilegyptiangoddess at hotmail .com (without spacing) with the subject line reading “Labyrinth Forum” I might base it off my fiction to give it a sort of new edge.



Toodles.



The lush fertile landscape blurred together as if in some abstract painting as the black horse-drawn carriage sped through. Six perfectly bred white mares surged onward at the command given by a dark figure who sat perched upon his seat like a eagle taking to flight. One could not help but admire the shimmering coats of the royal steeds as they drove with such a powerful force. No dust dare settle on the muscled backs of the godly beasts as if it would be an insult to them had even a spec of dirt touched the perfect pale skin Fenilian horses. In ancient times there had been wars for the breeding rights of a single heard due to the overwhelming wealth that could be possibly generated off the stud fees alone. Five of the six drawing the carriage would be given to the King as a handsome dowry , the courts would speak for a century of the expensive gesture. Within the dark wooden confines of the finely crafted vehicle sat two wealthy women, the eldest (by several years) sat upright cross-stitching a lovely pattern of two doves while the younger lady happened to be using warm lap of her nurse as a sort of pillow.



“This Goblin King… rumor says many a thing about him you know. Such as no woman of the courts has ever been within the walls of the capital since he was crowned ruler of it. The romantics would leave me to believe that he was waiting for the document of Arranged Fates to be located so that the chance of rejection would be minimal.” stated Lady Le’aness in a bored tone.



“Great Heavens!. Pay no mind to those idle fools of the nobility or the peasants for none even knew there had even been such a thing as the document to start with. To discover one so well drawn out in detail hidden in the old court records is not entirely unheard of but those with idle minds and loose tongues will make it appear as if this was the first one ever forged!” came a swift reply from the nurse, Miss Mae Prefontane.



“True enough my dear woman but I am the sole heir to the land of horses that both Elves and Fae have been thirsting for since the birth of our fine horses. Now some foreign ruler who happens to share a small boarder with us has gotten papers that tell of a marriage that no one ‘alive’ knew about. Least we forget the fact no one came to the aid of Fenila in her struggle to become an independent state among the powers of the Under world!!” said Sentari with raw passion.



The gray haired elderly woman mentally weighed the facts clearly stated by the woman-child who laid upon her. Untamable long dark red hair spilled almost needlessly from the pallid head it was attached to in a waterfall like fashion. Unlike the current patterns of the courts, where the women often chose shoulder length hair, the young heiress kept the measurement of her own hair like the Queens of old who were once great renowned warriors. It was in a sort of sense, a way of honouring the lives of those who fought against the stereotypical view of a woman in the times when it was truly a difficult task to accomplish. Mae gazed thoughtfully but was broke from the silent reverence by a most sudden jolt to the carriage.



Under the thick well braced wheels was no longer the dirt and rock gavel that filled the country roads but a smooth paved surface that could only be the Royal highway. For a moment the six mares were uncomfortable with this new development for they were all to used to the fine graveled roads of their homeland. The clock would be going down on the time that was left of Sentari referred to as her freedom. Currently her bright azure eyes scanned the inner cabin with heightened awareness as well as a very evident fear. This was far worse then going into the enemy’s camp or making secret negotiations with some dangerous foe. The Goblin King was a force not to be under-estimated under any regard or standing. This meant the forging of a new bloodline between two countries of fantastic worth. For that to happen Sentari would have to bare the heir to both first. Luckily Jareth had sent correspondence stating that the creation of the next generation would not have to commence for some years seeing how both were still in good health and in no danger of anything fetal. The fear grew with every passing second as more land whizzed past the quick moving carriage that was hauling forth to the Goblin City with great effort and intent.



“We should arrive in no more then an hour my dear ladies!” called the driver in a level voice.



“It has been six months since the starting of all of this horrid business to the date. It frustrates me so!. To give my land to some high-ranking nobleman whom has never done one thing to aid or anything. With Fenila I do give my body, my future line and the wealth of a nation to a Fae who fancied a mortal woman not more then two seasons past!” snapped an irate Sentari several moments later.



Mae simply kept silent to the words spoken so hoarsely against the man who would now be their Lord and master until the end of their days. It had been well known that this fiery haired alluring woman did not bend knee to anyone no matter what their station was for the struggle that was taken against the former commanders of Fenila had given that right to her and her people for surviving and resisting so extremely well and against all the odds that the fates could muster against them.



Sentari had met Draconous of the same bloodline as her intended husband, the ruler of forbidden passions had been instantly attracted to the lithe warrior lady whom had beaten him ten times in a row at the battlements with her skills of Archery and Horse-woman ship. There had been little to captivate her in him so after the brief meeting there had been little else to their friendship that formed during that day.



As more countryside sped by she wondered what similarities would be shared between siblings. Jareth’s image hung in the High-courts because his parents were rulers of the Seelie Courts, so there was no question about the raw sexual aura that came from him. Luckily the heir would be born of that blood rather then the Elvish decent of it’s mother for all the beauty in the world, Elves and their offspring were cursed the most. Short life-spans came as a result of jealousy from rival rulers and made targets of any warrior women in the field for the men had often gone great periods of time without the soft companionship of a lady. Jareth held a sort of power that equaled out the risk, something found lacking in the Fenilian lines.



It was then that both women looked out the carriage door’s open window out into the kingdom and gasped in shock. Stories had been told all over of the rebirth of the Labyrinth and it’s inhabitants but none had remotely come close to the spender that the two women saw before them. Sentari sat up and continued to gape at the sheer power of the land to which was now her home.



“Spellbinding, isn’t it?” asked Mae as she slowly broke from the awe induced state that she had been in.



“Great Fates!. Even if my life is now forfeit to some Lord… this land almost makes up for that sacrifice that is asked of me. Not even my birthplace in the majestic mountains will ever amount to this sort of refined …… what ever it is!. There are simply not enough words to speak that describe what has taken hold of my breath and mind.” Sentari responded.



“I think that there is a slim chance that perhaps we might yet enjoy our lives here my Lady Le’aness, for not even the darkest of souls could shy from the glory that shines ever so much from every pore of the land.” said Mae with a smile.



Slowly as time progressed the city fully came into focus before the carriage and there was no doubt that it’s King had done everything possible for his to welcomed the arrival of their future queen. Native flowers from Fenila had been grown for months in preparation for her, his queen to be. The flower was known as the Horse’s Tear for they grew only where the royal steeds were bred and no where else, the tear part of the name came from the sorrow at seeing the death of any one of the fantastic horses. Sentari could not help but gasp at the accomplishment that the Goblin King had done in actually being successful at growing the plants so well.



The carriage ceased it’s jerking and jolting as they came to the courtyard which was the new entrance way to the large gray castle at the very center of the city. Standing proudly in the archway of the building was the very image of every romantic’s dream man. Tall, well built, thoroughly groomed and with a pair of mis-matched eyes to die for… Jareth, Lord of Dreams and Ruler of the Labyrinth and it’s kingdom was just like the picture Sentari had once viewed upon a rare visit to the courts.



He walked like a true lion to the black wood carriage, taking a moment to admire the breathtaking mares at the head of it. The driver bowed swiftly to the much taller figure and opened the door revealing the archaic Nurse and servant lady Mae Prefontane who held the slim pale hand of the bride-to-be. The sun had settled low enough that everyone present could easily look at the woman with approval. Many had believed Sentari to be a ugly withdrawn girl birthed to good fortune of land but not of looks. Unfortunately they knew nothing of the stubborn will that lay every so gently underneath her surface.



Cheers rose up into the sky as the people formally welcomed the still slightly frightened woman into their ranks with good spirits. Jareth took her arm in a gentlemanly manor as the castle’s servants gathered the belongings that had been expertly packed days in advance. Mae stayed close behind her lady mistress as a escort to ensure nothing foul would take place for she to heard rumors of the power of the Goblin King and she wanted nothing of ill-intent to occur during the four month tour and the two month preparation for the marriage.



“What do you think of my country?” Jareth asked as the mounted the stone steps leading into the castle.



“We have all heard the tales of the Rebirth but none had even remotely grasped the reality of it My Lord King” came a formal if not stiff from Sentari.



“I see you’ve not gotten over the differences between us, no hurries yet my Lady. The future of our two great nations lay in the hands of us and our line, for that I am willing to take the rest of our lives to ensure that the correct action is done.” he responded equally.



Inwardly Jareth was fearing that perhaps the fates had given a quest to difficult to win and in the shadows a dark figure laughed.