"You have to conquer your dreams to prove worthy of the Waking World. The Crystal will offer you to live them; but don't be fooled, these will be trials more than dreams. Be honest, Sarah, be truthful. Because every time you withhold or lie, the Crystal will crack -- until it breaks. And you with it."
It took me over 20 years to turn an idea into a story.
This is a Labyrinth fanfiction -- a story of pain, broken dreams, longing, and love found at last.
Title: Down in the Underground
Fandom: Good Omens & Labyrinth (1986)
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 4675
Summary: Ten minutes after he had been given the basket with his charge and short but clear instructions on what to do with it, Crowley pulled his car over and panicked. There had to be another way. There had to. In which Crowley wishes the Antichrist away to a not very thrilled Goblin King.
A/N: @szappan wrote an amazing fic about Crowley being a Bowie fan (please do check it out, it’s great! ❤) and it made me wonder what would happen if Crowley and Aziraphale met the Goblin King. Which I then just had to write because Good Omens and Labyrinth are two of my absolute favourite books/series/movies. Thank you so much @blue-ravens for the help with editing this fic! Please enjoy ❤
AO3 & a drawing I made for this fic
Ten minutes after he had been given the basket with his charge and short but clear instructions on what to do with it, Crowley pulled his car over and panicked.
There had to be another way.
There had to.
*
Sometimes, the ideas we have when under distress, later on prove themselves to not be among the brightest we have.
*
“This child is not from the Aboveground.”
Jareth held the baby a bit farther away from himself and looked at him with curious eyes.
“Wha– Of course he is!”
The Goblin King gave Crowley a wary look.
“He reeks of a strange kind of magic.” He pondered Crowley with narrowed eyes for a moment and Crowley felt himself shift, wanting to slither backwards under his scrutinizing gaze. “As do you, for a fact.”
“Well, ha.” Crowley shrugged. He should have known he wouldn’t be able to conceal what he was from another powerful being, shouldn’t he? “Comes hand in hand with fallin’ from the skies above, I guess.”
Jareth stared at him with an unreadable expression for a moment. Then, Crowley could practically hear the cogwheels turn in his mind and his gaze darkened.
“So this is–” Jareth paused and held up the baby a bit, so that he could look into his eyes. “This is him then, isn’t it? Remarkable... If he didn’t smell just like his people, I wouldn’t even have noticed that he was different.”
He turned back to Crowley.
“I cannot give him back as the Labyrinth’s rules forbid me from doing so, but I do not wish to take him in permanently. I’m sure you understand that I don’t want my kingdom to be destroyed by his powers or... for it to eventually be overrun by folks from Heaven and Hell, when it comes to it.” He sighed. “Do traverse the Labyrinth and take him back, demon. Otherwise, we might be faced with a far greater measure of destruction than is already likely to follow him Aboveground.”
Crowley, who had found the grass at the tips of his shoes especially fascinating the last minute or so looked up sharply when the Goblin King sighed loudly.
“Think about it, demon. You still have thirteen hours from now to come and claim him back. Trust me that I will make your life living hell in new, creative ways if you don’t.”
Crowley hadn’t been listening to everything Jareth had said, too busy still panicking about the impending end of the world while wondering several times why the Goblin King looked so familiar, but he had heard the last part.
He gulped and forced himself to smile.
“Sure. I guess I’ll think about it. Uh... See ya!”
He gave a wave of his hand as he turned and sauntered with dangerously shaky steps back to his car.
He’d have to call Aziraphale. Aziraphale would know what to do.
In hindsight, maybe he should have called Aziraphale before wishing the boy away.
Oh well, it was too late for that line of thought now.
As Crowley drove away (in search for the nearest phone booth), Jareth kept holding onto the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness and scowled.
He had planned to relax today, maybe enact only two boggings (the goblins in question had taken the chicken tossing too far and had hit him square in the face the other day. They had escaped but Jareth had found out their names, which would be enough). He had planned to have a Good Day.
This however? This didn’t look like it was going to be one.
*
The world wasn’t, as most people would have you believe, influenced by two great powers.
The lack of knowledge about the third wasn’t all that surprising, given that it had itself wished to not be involved in Heaven’s and Hell’s meddling with humanity or get tangled in their “weird kind of codependency”.
The third of the powers that be was neither good nor evil – much rather, it was a wild sort of chaos that was able to be precisely just what you imagined it to be.
And when you knew the right words, you might just be lucky enough to call on it.
*
“You did what?”
To say that Aziraphale sounded flabbergasted was an understatement like calling the melting polar caps a minor problem of Earth.
Crowley ran a slightly trembling hand through his hair, not noticing that he ruffled it up.
“I wished away the Antichrist. Sent him to the Goblin Kingdom.”
The voice on the other end of the phone call remained silent for a long moment.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale’s voice now was much more quiet and had an almost desperate edge to it. “You can’t just– wish away the Antichrist!”
“But I could, couldn’t I? I did, in fact, and now he’s being babysat by the Goblin King himself until the time’s up.”
“Crowley! You don’t even know what might happen after– even during those thirteen hours! We have no idea how his powers might react to wild fae magic! It might just bring about the end of the world faster than originally planned for all we know!"
Aziraphale was starting to sound frantic and Crowley’s hand was, by now, shaking noticeably as well.
“Alright, so what do we do now?”
“Go get back the Antichrist, I suppose.”
*
“You realize I can’t change the rules even for... people like you, do you?”
“I guess I can see why, yes.”
Aziraphale nodded and nudged Crowley’s arm when the demon didn’t respond to the Goblin King’s question.
Crowley, however, had been deep in thought, resulting in him asking the one question that had been on the tip of his tongue since he had first seen the Goblin King about an hour ago.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like David Bowie?”
The Goblin King didn’t reply, just gave him a terrifyingly wide smile in response as he held the Antichrist in his arms.
“Alright, the child. The Antichrist.” Aziraphale tried to get their attention back to the urgent matter at hand. “I’m aware that the rules give us thirteen hours to–”
“Twelve hours and ten minutes by now.”
“—solve the Labyrinth and get back the child you have taken. Right.” Aziraphale cleared his throat as the Goblin King continued staring him down.
“Uhm.”
“Usually, only the one making the wish gets to run the Labyrinth, but as the rules aren’t very clear on this, I can twist them somewhat. You may run together. Let’s hope for all of us that it’ll help.”
Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who had remained silent after asking his strange and out of nowhere question.
“I don’t want Hell’s Antichrist here any more than you do,” Jareth continued, sounding vaguely annoyed despite continuing to calmingly rock the baby in his arms.
“So you better make an effort – a successful one – and take him back.” He looked at them both, individually, before adding: “I’ll be waiting in my castle in the center of the Labyrinth.”
With that, he disappeared.
“Well, that didn’t sound too difficult.” Aziraphale smiled nervously at Crowley. “We can do this, we’re an angel and a demon, after all! What is a magical labyrinth to us, right?”
“...”
Crowley didn’t meet his gaze, instead looking out over the vast expanse of the Labyrinth in front of them. Inwardly, he cursed himself for his own stupidity.
Wishing the Antichrist away like a nervous teenager unwilling to babysit their baby brother.
In the oddest sense of the word, he supposed, that was exactly what it was.
He was only pulled out of his thoughts when a warm hand grabbed his and Aziraphale smiled at him reassuringly.
“Come on, Crowley, let’s get the boy back.”
Crowley managed a weak nod and followed Aziraphale, who clearly was doing better at trying to convince himself of the upsides of their current situation.
“Come on, feet!”
Crowley sighed but couldn’t resist a tiny smile at the comment.
Together, they made their way downhill.
*
Glitter.
The damn glitter was everywhere. On his jacket, his shoes, his glasses...
Aziraphale either didn’t notice or didn’t mind the light silvery glitter making him shimmer in the light as they walked down the seemingly endless corridor.
Crowley sighed but refrained from commenting on the obvious.
*
“’ello!”
“Oh, hello there, my friend!”
Aziraphale crouched down to be on eye level with what appeared to be a little blue worm.
“We’re trying to cross this labyrinth, but we can’t seem to find our way out of this corridor.” Aziraphale smiled at the tiny worm, who looked at him with big blinking eyes.
“Oh, you should come inside an’ meet the missus. The tea should just be ready.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale looked at Crowley, somewhat at a loss. “We’re a bit in a hurry right now, I’m afraid ...but maybe on our way back?”
Crowley nodded, although there were more important things than tea dates with magical worms on his mind right now. Such as finding the Antichrist in order to ensure his own continued existence, for one.
“Lovely!” the worm exclaimed. “You two are the first who didn’t outright decline the offer, the missus an’ I do appreciate that, really!”
Crowley nodded again and gestured for Aziraphale to get on with it, becoming impatient.
“Uhm, the exit to this corridor, kind sir?”
“Ah yes, the exit! You aren’t looking for a door an’ you will have to look from the right angle to find it!”
Crowley nodded and, without another word, turned into his old form.
“Oh, fancy that skill!” The worm commented and nodded in approval.
Crowley slithered along the wall, turning his head this way and that way, until the wall seemed to give way beneath him. Or rather, disappear.
“There’sss another pathway right here, angel.”
He turned back into his human form and went to take Aziraphale’s hand in his to pull him along when he didn’t move.
But Aziraphale didn’t budge even so.
“We don’t even know what direction to take yet, Crowley!”
Crowley sighed heavily.
“Alright, Mister Worm, what direction should we take?”
“Take a turn to the right, this should fit your purpose. The path to the left is filled with grave dangers!”
His eyes widened comically and Crowley grinned at him.
“What dangers might those be?”
Crowley felt Aziraphale’s hand twitch in his own and became aware of the heat rising in his cheeks when he realized that he was still holding the angel’s hand.
“The path to the left ...it leads straight to the center of the Labyrinth!”
Aziraphale turned sharply toward Crowley.
“Then the path to the left is the one we need to take!”
“But–”
“Thank you again, kind sir. I will keep your offer for tea in mind.”
Crowley turned toward the new path and felt, just as he was trying to let go of Aziraphale’s hand unnoticed, that the angel held on tighter to his own. Unsure what to say – or if he should say anything in the first place – he continued on, Aziraphale by his side.
The worm looked torn as they left, unhappy to see them choosing the more dangerous of the two options. But they had asked the right question and gotten their answer.
In the castle, the Goblin King nodded at a crystal sphere in satisfaction while rocking the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. They might very well make it in good time.
*
“Crowley, I’m starving!” Aziraphale was wailing and Crowley rolled his eyes.
“You can’t starve, you’re an angel.”
“But still, I very much feel like I am.”
Crowley got distracted by something to his right rustling in some sparkling bushes, so he didn’t notice Aziraphale moving on ahead and looking around the corner of the pathway.
He didn’t see Aziraphale’s delighted facial expression at the sight of an apricot tree that was yielding a lot of beautiful, ripe fruit.
He also didn’t see Aziraphale’s plucking an apricot from the tree or how he pulled out a handkerchief to quickly clean it.
And he didn’t see Aziraphale take a bite of the apricot or the moment of realization he had, mirrored in his widened eyes.
He did hear Aziraphale’s physical form hitting the grassy ground beneath his feet and was running toward him before he could even see what had happened.
He felt the panic rise in his chest.
“Aziraphale! Aziraphale, what happened?”
When Crowley reached him he still hadn’t gotten a reply or any other reaction, so he let himself fall to his knees to take a better look at the angel.
He was still breathing, which... Wasn’t a requirement for a heavenly being, but at least seemed to indicate that, albeit unconscious, Aziraphale hadn’t been discorporated... or worse.
Crowley frantically looked around, trying to figure out what had happened.
Then he saw it and froze.
Lying on the ground not far from Aziraphale’s outstretched arm and clearly bitten into – a peach.
Crowley growled in frustration.
They should’ve brought sandwiches.
A clearly magical sphere floated by him and Crowley managed to get a glimpse at the translucent image it showed.
It was Aziraphale, looking confused and kind of lost, in a ballroom, surrounded by ballgoers whose faces were covered with masks.
The people were staring at him, making it hard for him to pass through the mass. Then, music must have started playing, because several people started dancing and Aziraphale’s eyes lit up in delight.
“Damn it, angel,” Crowley hissed to himself.
A second glance into the sphere showed him Aziraphale dancing among the crowd and... a very annoyed looking person who could only be the Goblin King himself, albeit disguised with a mask. When said Goblin King turned to stare up at him through the magical sphere, Crowley cursed again and took a step toward the apricot tree.
They were all round and ripe, the perfect apricots. Since they would all hopefully lead to the same thing, however, he plucked one at random.
He hissed in his best snakely manner at the fruit he held with his fingertips and reminded himself that he was doing this for Aziraphale. So that after that, they could continue searching for the Antichrist.
Damn hell.
He took a bite and felt himself falling.
Damn all fruit trees.
*
When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that the world seemed brighter than before. Looking around, he decided that hundreds of candles seemed to be to blame for that. Second, things seemed rather... peachy. But not in the all-is-well kind of way, but in the way that the taste of the godforsaken peach he had eaten was still lingering on his tongue, coating his mouth and, quite oddly, also affecting his other senses, almost... clouding them.
He didn’t like that one bit.
He continued down an already quite crowded hallway and reached a big double door that presumably led to the ballroom he had seen. He pushed it open and shuddered momentarily at the sight in front of him. There were way too many people attending this ball for what he considered to be his comfort zone, if one were to ask him. But since nobody was asking him, he went on inside, hoping to find Aziraphale as fast as possible.
People were laughing and giggling almost manically as he made his way through the crowd, having to push more than a few of the ballgoers aside when they seemed to intentionally block his path or hold onto his sleeves.
He was getting rather annoyed by the time he spotted Aziraphale, standing rather lost in the middle of the ballroom. The spark Crowley had momentarily seen in his eyes in the crystal was gone and he looked rather worried as he unconsciously fussed with the hem of his coat sleeves. When his eyes met Crowley’s, however, they seemed to light up again and he started to make his way toward the demon.
Crowley felt relief wash over him when he came to stand in front of Aziraphale and grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Don’t. Don’t ever just do something so stupid ever again! I thought you had died or something for a moment!“
Aziraphale’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened and he looked so sorry and–
“Aargh, stop it, angel! I know you’re sorry, let’s just. Find a way out of here.”
Crowley turned around and started looking for the ballroom door, just to find it was ...gone.
“What in all seven –”
He turned back to Aziraphale when he felt the angel’s hand gently on his shoulder.
“It’s gone, Crowley.”
“What do you mean, it’s gone? It was right over there mere minutes ago!”
Aziraphale shook his head.
“I checked after I appeared here, as well, but the door was gone again moments after my arrival.”
“So what do we do now?”
Crowley was starting to feel antsy. Things were not developing in their favor.
Suddenly, music began to play. There were no musicians to be seen, except for–
“I’ll eat a damn hat if that isn’t the Goblin King himself.”
Aziraphale followed his gaze to the other side of the room where Jareth the Goblin King was standing in an inexplicable beam of light and, by all appearance, was about to start to sing.
The two of them were so surprised by his appearance, however, that they noticed only too late that the crowd had started to close in on them, pressing in from all sizes and leaving them surrounded by a slowly moving circle.
“I’m sorry, Crowley. If not for me, we weren’t stuck in this mess of a situation.”
Crowley took a sharp breath when Aziraphale reached out and held his hand.
He obviously didn’t mind holding the angel’s hand, but he also feared the treacherous color that rose to his cheeks the last few times it had happened.
Aziraphale must have noticed his intake of breath, because he let go of Crowley’s hand all of a sudden, a quiet sadness overtaking his eyes.
“There’s such a sad love,
deep in your eyes...”
Jareth was, in fact, singing now, and Crowley felt awful. They were running out to time to fix the mistake he had made and now they both were stuck in this place with Aziraphale looking like Crowley had kicked him.
Crowley remained quiet for a moment, lowering his gaze to the ground when he noticed Aziraphale turning away his gaze.
The Labyrinth was a place full of riddles, going by what Jareth had told them at the beginning. So maybe being stuck in a ballroom meant...
He looked up with an apologetic smile and held out his hand to Aziraphale.
“There’s such a fooled heart,
beating so fast in search of new dreams,
a love that will last...”
“Come on, angel.”
Aziraphale was looking at him and then at Crowley’s extended hand. He looked back at Crowley and, after a moment of hesitation, took his hand and let himself slowly be pulled in.
“Maybe this is gonna fix things.”
Aziraphale frowned slightly and Crowley let out a small nervous laugh, his breath brushing over Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“...maybe it’s not, but it seems worth a try, right?”
Aziraphale met his gaze and nodded.
He looked back at the ballgoers surrounding them, a sort of dancing carrousel by this point, and frowned in thought.
“Perhaps we’ll manage to get closer to the Goblin King, that way. We should try to ask him what to do.”
Crowley nodded and felt warmth rise in his cheeks when Aziraphale squeezed his hand and took a step closer.
“I’ll paint you mornings of gold...”
“Let’s dance, my dear.”
“I’ll spin you Valentine evenings...”
Crowley nodded and took the first step.
And they danced.
*
While they were slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music, the ballgoers around them were still talking and pointing and moving around them.
Crowley tried to focus on the warmth that Aziraphale was giving off and not on ...everything else. He hoped that this would work. Things had obviously gone too well previously and...
“But I'll be there for you... as the world falls down.”
...Aziraphale was holding him, not letting go.
They made their way across the room in a slow pace, the crowd around them letting them move as long as they continued dancing.
“Falling... Falling...”
“It’s working,” Aziraphale breathed out in astonishment when he realized what was happening.
“Falling...”
“Yeah,” Crowley agreed quietly and held on for dear life.
“Falling in love...”
*
By the time the song ended, they had also reached the Goblin King, who was giving them a long, contemplative look. In one hand he was holding a ball mask, which he made disappear in exchange for another crystal. He let it run up and down his hand as he looked at them a moment longer, before this gaze fell to their still joined hands again.
“You’ve made it all the way here. What do you want?”
The astonished look must have been similar on both their faces.
“We want out, obviously,” Aziraphale stated.
“Are you certain of that?” Jareth asked. “Even if out of here and out there might mean a less pleasant life for both of you?”
Crowley cocked his head in inquiry.
“The whole doomsday situation. And–” Jareth nodded toward their joined hands. “–that, perhaps, even more.”
Crowley saw Aziraphale blush and look away out of the corner of his eye, but the angel didn’t withdraw his hand.
Somehow, confidence at last got a hold of Crowley and he squeezed Aziraphale’s hand as he grinned at the Goblin King.
“We’ll figure it out.”
To their surprise, the Goblin King threw the crystal up in the air.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Jareth grinned back at them and around them, the world fell down.
*
After that, finding the castle in the center of the Labyrinth was a piece of cake.
They ran into a bunch of goblins and other fae folk, but for the most part, the direction they had to take was clear and their path free of dangers.
They had talked some and both realized that they were “absolute morons”, as Crowley had put it, smilingly. Aziraphale had returned his smile, equally radiant in its nature, and had gently squeezed his hand. They would talk about this once they had left the Labyrinth (‘this’ being their strong mutual affection that they both had previously been too nervous about to realize that it was reciprocated; ‘previously’ being the past four thousand years, give or take).
They also talked about the Antichrist and what they would do once they got him back from Jareth.
“Bring him to his new parents, of course.”
“Yes, of course, but what... what about his upbringing?”
“You aren’t suggesting...?”
Aziraphale nodded and, as they continued walking, they formed a plan.
*
They still had more than enough time to spare by the time they entered the castle together, only letting go of each other’s hands for the first time in hours to push open the big front gate.
They found the Goblin King and the baby in a big room at the center of the castle.
“At long last, here you are. And here ...you are.” Jareth grinned a toothy grin as he handed over the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness to Crowley. Then, he let himself fall back onto what appeared to be a fairly uncomfortable big chair that, on a second thought, seemed to function as a throne.
“You did it, great! And with four hours to spare, on top of that!”
As he shifted the Antichrist in his arms, Crowley heard Aziraphale exhale in relief next to him. Quite frankly, if the end of the world weren’t as immediate as it unfortunately was, he would have gladly spent the next two decades sleeping.
“So– any further... life-changing happenings or the like since you left my ballroom?”
When the two didn’t reply immediately, Jareth flashed a grin that only lasted for a moment, before being replaced by a more neutral expression.
“I have been told that it seems to be somewhat of a common experience among runners.”
Aziraphale turned a lovely shade of red and Crowley found himself rather tempted to just ...Ah, to hell with it.
He took Aziraphale’s hand in his as gently as he could while not jostling the baby on his arm and felt Jareth’s gaze on them even as he finally allowed the love he felt for Aziraphale to show when he looked at the angel.
When he looked back at Jareth, the Goblin King was smiling.
“So, there’s hope for you lot yet.”
*
With the Goblin King’s help, the three of them reappear Aboveground somewhere in the outskirts of Tadfield a short time later. The Bentley stood waiting for them a couple of meters down the road.
“Well, here we are.” Aziraphale looked down at the basket that was now, once again, holding the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness.
“Here we are...,” Crowley mumbled, when, suddenly, the thing that had been nagging him at the back of his mind for the past few hours finally surfaced.
“Oh, crap, we’re late for the birth of the other baby!”
Aziraphale paled and Crowley felt the panic rise in his veins.
“I’ll have to reorder time, though I don’t know if I can manage to turn back all thirteen hours, but I’ll have to try and–”
“Perhaps I could help with that.”
An owl sitting on a nearby tree branch turned into Jareth casually leaning against said tree’s trunk.
“Time is easily affected by my magic, Aboveground and Underground.”
A clock appeared in the air next to him, as if required for the impending demonstration.
The Goblin King snapped his fingers and for a split moment, Crowley and Aziraphale felt air and time rush past them. Then, it was night again and the clock on Crowley’s watch – just like Jareth’s flying clock – indicated that it was still 11.24 pm, mere minutes after Crowley had originally left Hastur and Ligur at the graveyard.
“Well, go then!”
Jareth made a shooing motion with his hands when the two others just continued staring at him for a moment.
“In that case... Thank you.” Aziraphale smiled and looked like he wanted to step forward and shake Jareth’s hand before coming to think better of it.
“Yeah, thank you, I guess. Spared us a lot of trouble if that had come out.” Crowley gave him what he hoped looked like an appreciative nod.
“Nevermind, I’m glad he’s not going to grow up with me. I have enough on my plate as it is.” The Goblin King sighed and shook his head.
“You still look like David Bowie, though,” Crowley couldn’t help but mention again.
Jareth just grinned at that and, within a blink of the eye, was gone.
Aziraphale sighed as they began walking toward the Bentley.
“You just had to point that out again, didn’t you?”
“Well, he does look an awful lot like David Bowie! Don’t blame me for stating the obvious!”
They continued their friendly bickering as they approached Tadfield, smiles on their faces and a plan for the upbringing of the Antichrist in the works. It was bound to go wrong, of course, before it would go right again, in the end.
A barn owl followed the Bentley down the street for a minute before disappearing in a light shower of glitter.
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The Power of Innocence
Summary: The sequel to Beyond the Thirteenth Hour. Sarah and Toby return to the Labyrinth to help their friends vanquish a dangerous enemy that threatens to destroy the entire Underground forever. (FF.net or AO3)
The Briny Willow Wars
Summary: The Sequel to Power of Innocence. The Labyrinth group venture to the birthplace of the late Queen Susan. While there, they find themselves in the middle of an ongoing war between the Mages and the Nereids. (FF.net or AO3)
The Chase (And Other Stories)
Summary: A series of anthology stories set in the same universe as Beyond the Thirteenth Hour/Power of Innocence. Feel free to send me prompts for future chapters. (FF.net or AO3)
Summary: The Sequel to Power of Innocence. The Labyrinth group venture to the birthplace of the late Queen Susan. While there, they find themselves in the middle of an ongoing war between the Mages and the Nereids.
Summary: The Sequel to Power of Innocence. The Labyrinth group venture to the birthplace of the late Queen Susan. While there, they find themselves in the middle of an ongoing war between the Mages and the Nereids.
Just a small glimpse of the first official chapter to my last full-length Labyrinth fic. (You can read the others here)
An atmosphere of complete relaxation hung in the air as Stacey lounged on the ground within the flower-filled garden just outside the Labyrinth’s walls, relishing in this quiet moment with her uncle, Wayne, and her best friend, Hoggle. The three of them were finishing off a sponge cake while washing it down with a special wine made from roselle flowers, which the Bolinian dignitaries had brought as a gift of good will during their visit the week before.
Summary: The sequel to Beyond the Thirteenth Hour. Sarah and Toby return to the Labyrinth to help their friends vanquish a dangerous enemy that threatens to destroy the entire Underground forever.
