Hi! its been like three months since my last update! Let's get a head count of how many readers want to kill me for the unending suspense? Haha just kidding! ...right? Sorry, you guys! I've just been lazy. :( But here's a shiny new chapter that will keep you happy while I try to find some plot! yayyyyyy

Edit: You know, sometimes in life we mess up. Sometimes we don't want to finish a certain paragraph and just end it in blah blah blah so we can fix it later. And sometimes we forget about that sad little unfinished paragraph. And that is why I had to edit this chapter. Because I forgot about that sad little paragraph. I love you, little paragraph, and I will never forget you again. So, what did we learn from this? Always pre-read your chapters before posting so that no other paragraph is left unfinished. Together we can make a difference in this human world, where writing and grammatical errors are constantly made. Just pre-read your new chapters.

*sigh* that was deep.

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The Babe With The Power

We waited for at least an hour. And we didn't talk to each other. I almost started a conversation, but when I looked over at Rylon, he was looking into a crystal and had a really sad look on his face. When he realized I was watching him, he dropped the crystal and it vanished right before it hit the ground. He glanced at me for a second, and then looked away, going back to his thoughts.

When Sarah showed up she wasn't surprised at all to find me sitting on the other side of the mirror, which was concerning.

"Alice? What are you doing in the Labyrinth?" she asked, intrigued.

"So you know where I am?" I asked, my slight anger at the whole situation building up.

"Yes," she said.

"And you are the Champion of the Labyrinth?" I practically spit the words at her.

"Yes, Alice," she suddenly looked very old and tired. "Alice, who is with you?" I knew she was avoiding the conversation, and I decided to let her-for the moment. She stared at Rylon and I nodded for him to introduce himself.

"I am Rylon, the Goblin King. It is an honor to meet you, my lady," He bowed slightly and Sarah nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Why was it you called me, Alice?" she asked.

"For interrogation," I said.

"All right, what do you want to know?"

"They said you gave me your power when you gave me the book. Now I'm the Keeper of the Labyrinth, and they're making me stay here for three months for my 'powers' to develop," I wasn't really blaming Sarah for this-I'm sure that's how it sounded-but I was very confused, and she seemed to have the most answers right now.

She seemed shocked at what I said, and then closed her eyes for a second.

"'What no one knew was that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl and he had given her certain powers.' If you're the Goblin King, what happened to Jareth?" She looked to Rylon, and he calmly answered her question.

"No one knows where he has gone. After his Labyrinth was defeated, he resigned as King and disappeared," Sarah's eyes held a soft sadness and guilt for a minute, and then moved on.

"When I gave you the book yesterday, do you remember what I said?" she looked back at me.

"Um, something like, 'I'm too old for fairy tales, why don't you read them for me.' or something like that. Or maybe it was 'I too old to believe in fairy tales…"I wracked my brain, trying to remember her words.

"Alice, did you say you would believe for her?" Rylon gently grabbed my arm, but his bright blue eyes held a forcefulness that screamed at me to answer.

"Y-yes. I think I did," Realization washed over me. "Oh, my god, I've done this to myself!" I couldn't believe I had thrown myself into this mess, and now I couldn't do anything to get out of it. I ran my hands through my hair in anger.

"Alice, calm down. You'll be alright," Sarah used her "mother voice" that usually calms me down. It didn't really work.

"Sarah, I'm gonna be stuck here for three damn months! This isn't something I can calm down about! Not to mention the hypocrite you're being right now! How would you have handled this at my age?" I knew Sarah wasn't the best teenager, and it was kinda mean for me to throw that in her face, but oh well.

It was really quiet for a while and I realized that Rylon had left. I looked over and Sarah was trying not to cry.

"Alice, I'm sorry that this has happened to you, but there is nothing either of us can do about it now. You will just have to find a way to get through this," I took her words with a grain of salt, and sighed. Guess I have to put on my big girl panties now. I nodded my head and smiled at my aunt, trying to show I was calm now, and wouldn't make any rash decisions.

Remembering my family, I said, "Since I have to stay here for a while, can you make up story for my parents so they don't call the police or anything? Where do they think I am now?"

"Still in your room pouting," She said with a smile, "My brother called me for advice when you didn't answer the door. I only guessed that you could have come here, so I told him to leave you alone and check on you in the morning,"

"Thanks. So you'll cover for me?"

"Of course," she gave me one of those 'older sister' looks, and I smiled at her. I'm not sure why, but the mirror began to slowly dissolve the picture of Sarah and return to its original state. I waved bye to Sarah as the glass was once more reflective.

I was too tired to seek Rylon out, and he was the only company I would have been happy in right now, so I made my way back to my room. When I finally made it into the bed and turned out all the lights, I just laid there and thought to myself.

I am the Keeper of the Labyrinth. Is that a good thing? I guess this is cool. I've always wanted to be a wizard or whatever. It's the same kind of thing, right? Does Harry Potter exist? And what about all that other crazy stuff? Vampires and werewolves? Faeries and pixies? Hmm. I guess that's another question for another day… I wonder if I'll see a unicorn…

And with such thoughts, I drifted into a deep and much needed sleep.

"Lyal, has Alice woken up yet?" I said to her over the clatter and chatter that always filled the throne room.

"Yes, king-sir! But she doesn't want to come out of her room," I smiled at her eagerness to answer my question.

"I see. Am I scheduled for any audiences today?" Although she was not my secretary, the goblins are natural born gossipers and I would be surprised if they were unaware of what was going on in the kingdom.

"Uh…Prince Peter is coming today!" I smiled at the thought of my nephew coming to visit and a plan began forming in my mind.

"Go and wake Alice. Tell her we have visitors coming, and help her to dress appropriately," With that I rose from my throne and headed to my rooms to take care of some small business.

"Yes, king-sir!"

At the sound of knocking on my door, I sighed and rose to answer it. After last night, I had intended on having the day to myself just to rest and let things sink in further before jumping into this strange world. Although, it seemed that would not be happening.

"Come in," I said after unlocking the door. I didn't turn to acknowledge Lyal as she entered, recognizing the familiar shuffling of her feet against the stone floor.

"King-man has visitor today and wants you to meet him. Time to get pretty!" she said enthusiastically.

I frowned and turned away from her. "No, Lyal. I'm not in the mood for meeting anyone today," I said, solemnly.

"But, King-man said that-"

"I don't care what kin-what Rylon said to do. I don't want to go, and I don't have to," I said stubbornly. I didn't care if the High King himself was here to see me, I didn't want to go downstairs.

"Please, Alice-lady?" I looked down to see Lyal staring up at me with the worst puppy eyes I have ever seen. It was frickin' adorable. Who knew cuteness would be my kryptonite. I smiled, knowing my resolve was wayyyy past broken, and sighed.

"Okay, Lyal. Go pick out an outfit," I said as I walked to the bathroom, shaking my head at my own weakness.

After I finished in the bathroom, I returned to see what Lyal had picked out for me. It was another dress: white in color with trumpet sleeves adorned in golden trimming. A brown corset with green embroidery hugged my waist nicely. Matching golden jewelry and dark leather slippers completed the outfit, while Lyal simply placed a golden circlet upon my head to hold my hair back. I smiled and thanked her on my way out, assuring her that I could find my own way to the throne room.

The corset forced me to stand straight as I walked through the halls of the castle, giving me an air of royalty about me. I noticed some of the girl goblins stopped what they were doing to watch me float down the hall and sighed. I suppose even goblins wish for a fairy godmother to change their rages to satin too. As I entered the throne room, I noticed there was another chair to the right of Rylon's throne.

"It's for you," I nearly jumped a foot in the air as Rylon whispered behind me. I whirled around to see him smirking at me.

"Don't scare me like that!" I screamed, only half-mad.

"Did I scare you? I apologize," he said, still smirking as he kissed the top of my hand in apology.

"Well, just see that it doesn't happen again," I ripped my hand from his, glowering at him with his stupid smirk. As elegantly as I could, I turned and walked to the seat next to the throne, sitting grandly upon it. Once seated, I looked to him and raised an eyebrow. Betcha you can't sit as fancily as I can. I challenged silently.

Laughing, he walked over to his throne, cape swirling behind him, and plopped down in it. He nodded his head to me. Very well, you win.

I giggled as well and slumped into my seat. I took in his appearance with almost eager eyes. His shirt was a soft grey, covered by a dark leather vest. A rust colored cape fastened to the side covered his shoulders, but his shirt was open enough to see a small part of his chest. His leggings were a few shades darker than his shirt and his boots were the same color as his vest.

Laying upon his chest was his amulet: held on a silver string, it was shaped like a diamond, one side was gold and the other silver. In the center was a round stone that looked to be emerald. Almost unconsciously, I reached out to touch it curiously. Surprisingly, it was warm to the touch, and it even seemed to have a tiny heartbeat.

"Every fae has one. It holds our power. Those who govern kingdoms use it to communicate with their lands," he said while I moved it back and forth gently between my fingers.

"It's warm. Have you always had it?" I glanced up at him and was caught by his bright blue eyes. Blushing, I looked back down at the amulet.

"No, it was given to me when I turned 170-close to fourteen in human years," he said.

"How old are you?" I asked as I sat back into my chair.

"2,863," he said proudly.

"But you look-"

"Young? Once we reach our prime, we don't age unless we choose to," he smiled at my confusion.

"So how old do you fancy yourself?"

"I would be twenty-five in human years," he said.

"How old were you when you became Goblin King?"

"Seventeen, or 945," he was still smiling.

"Wow. Puberty must be a bitch," I smirked at him. He cleared his throat in awkwardness, and I smiled even more.

"Well, that is-uh-not a topic young ladies should be discussing, now is it?" he said, trying to look kingly and mature. I rolled my eyes and sat up as a small goblin guard rushed in.

"Announcing Prince Peter, leader of the Faeries Island," he said in a gruff voice. As he stepped aside, a young boy walked in. He looked to be my age or younger in human years, with messy blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Dressed rather sloppily, he yanked off his hat as he bowed to us. Rylon nodded his head in acknowledgement, and began to smile.

"Hello, Peter. What brings you here?" he asked almost playfully.

"Hey, Rylon. Well, Tink heard that some fairies were being 'abused' right outside the Labyrinth gates, and practically forced me to come here so she could check it out and-" he was cut off as a small glowing light flew out from his hat and began to jingle at him angrily. Peter swatted at the light a couple times before grabbing it and stuffing it down his shirt. "Cut it out, Tink!" he said to the light. She let out another angry jingle before being quiet. "So anyways, we checked it out and some silly old goblin was trying to kill 'em by blasting cold air at 'em. They just get scared and fall down. Nothin' that'll kill 'em,"

By this time I had figured that he was the Peter Pan and began to smile. I glanced over at Rylon to see he was watching me, and nodded his head to affirm my thoughts. Turning back to Peter he said, "Well, I'm glad there was no harm done. Peter, this is Alice Williams, the True Keeper of the Labyrinth,"

"Nice to meet you. Say, are you from the Aboveground? 'Cause you sure smell like it," he gave me a skeptical look and I laughed slightly.

"Nice to meet you, too. I smell of the Aboveground?" I looked at Rylon to see he was snickering at my reaction. I began to feel heat in my cheeks from embarrassment. "Yes, I am from the Aboveground," I said almost awkwardly.

"Do you know any cool stories?" Peter asked enthusiastically as he floated into the air with his legs crossed.

"Uh, yes. I do. Have you heard the story of the Little Mermaid?" I smiled with fondness at the mention of the tale; it had been my favorite when I was younger.

"No, tell it!" he smiled, and didn't notice as Tink flew out of his shirt to hear the story as well.

"Once upon a time there was a little mermaid who lived deep in the ocean…" I told the tale as best as I could, being sure to tell the ending that Hans Christian Andersen had originally wrote, and not the Disney ending.

"That was a horrible story!" Peter said when I finished. He stopped floating in the air and gently landed on the ground.

"Why?" I asked, taken back.

"She turned to foam! The prince didn't fall in love with her, or anything!" he exclaimed.

"Sometimes stories don't have happy endings," I said.

"It would've been better if it had pirates," he mumbled to himself and I smiled at his innocence.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Eh, it's not your fault. I'm sure some old grumpy grown-up wrote it," I giggled a little at his words and thought about what Rylon had said earlier. The day Peter Pan grows up will be the end of all happiness, I'm sure. "Well, I better be heading back to Neverland. Good to see you, Rylon," his words pulled me out of my thoughts, and I found myself sad to see him go.

"Travel safe, nephew," Rylon stood and shook hands with Peter.

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Alice," he said before bowing to me. I stood as well and curtsied to him.

"You too, Peter," I smiled fondly at him. Tink flew up beside me and jingled a bit before going back to Peter's side. "What did she say?" I asked.

"She said she likes you. Bye!" And with a toothy grin, he soared out through the window and out across the sky, headed towards his home.

"I had no idea…" I whispered half to myself.

"That he was real? You'll find many of your Aboveground fairy tale characters and creatures exist here," Rylon said.

"For example?" I asked as I turned from the window to look at him. The way the setting sun shone, it looked as though he was radiating light himself.

"Peter, Thumbelina, mermaids do exist as well as dragons, unicorns…most anything," he said calmly as he looked out the window over the Labyrinth.

"Hmm. Magic carpets?" I asked, deciding to make a game of it.

"Of course not, that's ridiculous. Inanimate objects can't fly, much less with a persons' weight on them," I giggled at his reasoning and leaned against the window sill. For a moment we both stood there silently, just watching the sun set. I sighed in contentedness, and felt his calm gaze settle on my back.

"Would you like to see the library?"

yay cliff-hanger! but not really. R&R PLEASE! ...i might write faster if there were reviews...