Into the Labyrinth

2

Author's Note:

This was originally part of the last chapter, but I split it in two.

Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter, please comment.

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"But what no one knew is that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the the girl, and he had given her certain powers,"

- Sarah, Labyrinth (1986)

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Cassandra thumped her hands against the desk, impatiently looking at the clock. Ten minutes. Joseph had sent her to class ten minutes early. and the teacher was ten minutes late.

He was probably still walking from the castle doors to the main hall.

The creak of the door, and she turned her head. Tiny footsteps scraped against the floor. The crooked body of her History teacher, Mr. Wallenberg , made his way to the desk on shaky legs.

"Good morning, Princess," He told her. His voice creaked just like the door to the library had.

"Good Morning, Mr. Wallenberg," She said in return.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy today's lesson. We will be discussing the history of our labyrinth," he told her with a sly grin. He lowered himself into his seat, as Cassandra raised her brows.

Usually their history lessons covered her ancient family tree, the history of their castle, and the wars that had been fought. Never before had they discussed it. The great labyrinth that surrounded their kingdom was as much as a mystery to her as it was to her people. No one knew how it got there or what it's job was, but they knew to never to venture close to it's intimidating doors.

"We will be reading from this great book," Mr. Wallenberg told her, motioning to the book that had been sitting on the desk when she first arrived.

Cassandra pulled the heavy tome closer to her to read the cover more closely.

The History of the Geven Labyrinth

By G.L King

"Go ahead and open it my dear, I don't want to keep you here long since y0ou have many details to plan out for tomorrow," Mr. Wallenberg encouraged her.

Cassandra lifted the heavy cover, revealing a thin title page. A crooked scrawl of handwriting stained the page in emerald green ink.

To the lovely King Elphias and Queen Bella,

In the hopes that you remember your intricate past,  so that you may be better accepting of the future.

Yours,

G.L King

"This writer, he knew my parents?" Cassandra asked, her voice soft. The tips of her finger brushed against the writing, feeling the indentions of the words on the page.

"Yes. Mr. King is quite old, some say he is older than the labyrinth itself," Mr. Wallenberg nodded. A spark glinted his eyes, mischievous and young.