A/N:This is based on the song "Hand of Sorrow" by Within Temptation. I hope you'll ejoy. :D
Disclaimer:I do not own Labyrinth, nor do I own "Hand of Sorrow."
WARNING:This story could get dark and depressing. If you are not looking for a dark depressing story, leave now. Thank you.
The first thing he saw when he woke up was blood on green grass soaking the dirt below. He blinked, confused. He tried to remember who he was, why he was here, and what happened. Everything was blank when he tried to look back in his memories. The only things he remembered about himself was that he was Fae and was the equivalent to seven years old in human years.
Slowly he hauled himself up off the the blood- soaked ground. As he did, he took stock of his surroundings. There were piles of bodies everywhere. The entire villiage was burned down or, in some cases, were still burning. Blood and gore was everywhere he looked, including, he realized, with revoulsion, on himself.
The bodies were piled up high as far as he could see. A sudden urge to look for something struck him struck him so hard and fast that it was when he was already digging through the nearest pile of bodies before he came to his senses. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn't. After what seemed like hours, he uncovered a familiar face.
She had been beautiful. Her once golden hair was now matted with blood, whether hers or from the other still bleeding corpses, he didn't know. Her peircing blue eyes had dulled to cold, pale blue. The color of the dead. He saw that she was wearing a golden amulet of some kind. It was gold and was a half-moon, sicle shaped. A big jem was set into the top point.
He reached out and touched it. All of a sudden, a memory burst through the fog that was in his mind.
He was in a room that was long, had a high ceiling, and was painted a dark hunter/ forest green. Pictures were hanging the room, toys and children books littered the waxed wooden floor. He recognized this room. It was his.
The same woman he found dead underneath a pile of bodies, was telling him a story. They laughed at one point in the story. When she was finished, she kissed his forehead and bade him goodnight.
The memory left him and in a broken voice, asked, "Mama?"
It was already too late. She had been dead for a long time already. He had known she was dead as soon as he found her. Tears slid down his grimy, bloody cheeks. He cried.
End of Prologue
A/N:I warned you. The mystery boy has amnesia and doesn't remember anything. This is caused by a big bump on the back of his head. Tell me how you liked it.