Author: Sparkling Moon Phoenix.

Genre: Film, Action/Adventure, Fantasy and a little bit of everything else.

Rating: T for now, but may go higher.

Conception Date: November 2007.

Chapter: Act 0/Prologue.

Standard disclaimers apply. The Labyrinth and all of its wonderful characters, including the story, belong to the Jim Henson Company. I am just using them for the enjoyment of Labyrinth fans everywhere. All original characters, plot devices and other things are Sparkling Moon Phoenix 2007.

Act 0: Legend of the Twinned

When magic’s First Gift awakens,

A vibrant spark within a mortal soul,

The Path of Fate awakens and Destiny calls.

Twinned Souls will come together,

Halting ancient Labyrinth’s fall.

The Twinned Spirits Legend

A solitary mote floated within the darkness, occasionally emitting glittering, silvering sparks that made the air come alive with their presence, then fading into nothingness. A reminder that some things, although born of mortal flesh and blood, can often be the one thing that can stop or even reverse decline. As radiance penetrated into the clinging shroud of black, a crystal was revealed. One that was cupped within gloved hands, their owner gazing into the depths of the crystalline core with mismatched, yet vibrant eyes that had seen the passage of untold years.

That intense gaze lingered upon a slender figure displayed within the mystical receptacle, going about her business, totally unaware that she was the unknown subject of scrutiny. As the light dispersed further still, blonde hair came to light. Jareth, the Goblin King and Lord of the Labyrinth sighed to himself within the cavernous limits of the silent Ballroom, where he had danced with the maiden years before. The candles, ensconced within the chandeliers’ so far above, still cast their flame into the Ballroom. Silence was the only music now played within its confines. No one else was here, within a place that held only memory of a young freeborn soul, encased within the form of a beautiful, mortal girl child.

Jareth tossed the crystal and departed within a shower of pale silver light. But the crystal did not fall and shatter as it was supposed to have done. It hung there; suspended within the chilling air, held aloft by sorcery. Elegant flowing script erupted from the crystal, scribing itself into the very air by an unknown, unseen hand. But then; something inexplicable occurred. The hands of the clock halted upon thirteen, but the chimes sounded fourteen. Time had skipped its normal flow, twisting. The time was close approaching when a King must claim his Queen and stop the very foundations of an entire realm from crumbling into nothingness.

But as is the way of such happenings, not one individual noticed when Fate decided to intervene. Even those possessed of immortality need a kick in the behind when their destiny is right in front of them. Unknowingly Jareth was about to receive his.