Into the Labyrinth

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Author's Note:

I have so many plans for this novel and this series. I hope you all stick around to see where they go!

Thank your for taking the time to read, and I hope you do take the time to comment and vote.

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"So, the Labyrinth is a piece of cake, is it? Well, let's see how you deal with this little slice... "

-Jareth, Labyrinth (1986)

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Tick, tick, tock, tick.

The clock stuttered, it's chimes off rhythm each time. Cassandra looked up at it, in awe of the glossy face that held no numbers, only a sing hand that spun around and around at unreasonable speeds.

Garbled giggles skittered across the ground.

Where was she?

Cassandra felt the rush of a cold chill travel up her spine. Something was wrong.

"Here he comes,"

Goosebumps prickled her skin, ice melting into her veins. With each tick of the clock her muscles tensed. Her entire body was poised to run, run as far away from the danger as she could manage. Looking around, beige stone walls surrounded her. They stood feet above her head, trapping her with whatever she could feel watching her from behind.

"She looks scared,"

Cassandra's eyes darted from side to side, trying to find the place the voice was coming from. The words were garbled and muffled. It was as if the person was speaking through a mouthful of glass.

"Who is that? Where are you?" she called out.

Titters of giggles echoed around her. Whoever it was was mocking her fear, she could feel the enjoyment they were getting from the way she jumped at every sound. What kind of evil place was she in?

"So beautiful,"

That voice was different. It didn't have the muffle sound the whispers before had. This voice was like silk to her ears, so smooth. It was as if the speaker was caressing her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat. It sounded as if it had come from everywhere. The voice continued to echo on every side of her even after it had long stopped speaking. She could feel the vibrations of the words shaking her from the inside out.

"Soon, my dear soon,"

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Cassandra at up, the memory of her dream lingering in the scream on the tip of her tongue and the prickles of anticipation on her skin. Her vision was still blurred from the thick feeling of sleep, but the silver illumination of moonlight shone through. Opening her eyes fully, she bit back a scream.

The bright light had not come through her curtains in her bedroom. Cassandra sat in the expansive amount of grass that surrounded the castle. The thick blades were scratching her bare feet, and the night sky twinkled above her. The stars looked down at her like the eyes of the men and women that raised her, all telling her that she was in trouble.