Heart Of Ice
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
22
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6,558
Reviews:
27
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Ten: So This Is The Labyrinth
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Ten: So This Is The Labyrinth
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery finally meets the labyrinth he will have to solve in order to get his sister back.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This is probably pretty short too.
~*~
Avery felt his way forward with his feet. The sky was a dark pinkish orange color where the sun was just starting to come up behind him but it barely lit up the sky or the ground on the side of the hill toward the labyrinth. The sand there felt cold on his bare feet and he wished the Goblin King had given him time to get his shoes before bringing him here. Even his bunny slippers would have been better than his bare feet. He shuffled forward toward the lightless valley below him. The toes of his left foot caught under a tree root and he felt himself falling forward into darkness.
There was nothing he could grab to stop himself as he rolled down the steep hillside, finally coming to rest on his hands and knees on a slightly more flat part of the slope. His mouth had gone dry with fear. The valley was still dark and there was nothing worse than falling into darkness, particularly when Avery was terrified of the dark and had no idea what might be down there. Carefully, he wriggled around until he was sitting on his butt hugging his knees against his chest with both arms. He had thirteen hours to find Jilly. Once he reached the valley it would not take longer than an hour or two to run the length of it to the castle. And once he was at the castle…well, it did not look that big. Surely he could find her in less than thirteen hours. At the rate the sun was coming up it would not take long for the hillside and the valley below it to become light out. He would wait until then to continue.
But once he had come to a decision it seemed to take forever for the sun to rise, as if it had slowed down. Avery reconsidered his original plan. It was taking too long for the sun to rise. He had no idea what might be in the valley between the hilltop and the castle. What if it was some huge horrible obstacle instead of just flat desert land like he hoped it was? What if he needed the whole thirteen hours to get through it? What if the castle was bigger than it looked? What if the valley was bigger than it looked?
Avery felt himself close to a panic attack and to ward it off he took a deep breath and counted to one hundred. Feeling slightly calmer he decided a new plan was in order. He had to get to the bottom of the hill and into the valley as soon as possible. That decided, he remembered how, in the darkness on the stairs, he had slid down each step on his butt, taking great care not to fall and utterly terrified of the lack of light. Avery supposed the same principals applied here. It was dark, he was in no great hurry to fall over another tree root, and he was after all going down. Even if a hill and the stairs were two entirely different things.
He started to slide down the hill toward the valley and immediately his feet encountered a bush. Avery felt it with his feet then wriggled a bit to the left so he could go around it.
And immediately encountered a rock.
He wriggled around that one too…
And there was another one.
Obviously this method was not going to work either. He could not keep wriggling down the hill on his butt if he were going to run into rocks and bushes and…well, there were probably snakes and spiders there too. Snakes and spiders were two more of the things that Avery was afraid of. Besides, he was getting his pajama pants dirty. Avery did not function well around dirt either, particularly dirt that was on him. But it was so black he did not think he could stand up and walk down the hill. He was too frightened of falling into or onto something or just falling and rolling down the hill again. Tears came into his eyes again and he wiped the back of his hand across his face. He had to get to the castle. He had to save his sister.
But he had no idea how.
This time when the tears came into his eyes Avery did not bother trying to wipe them away. First one fell, then another. He whimpered. The whole situation seemed hopeless. That thought was all it took for him to start sobbing.
Avery would never know how long he had sat crying in the sand on the hillside. It could have been minutes or maybe thirteen hours later when he felt something warm on his back. He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes again and turned around to look for whatever horrible obstacle he would have to overcome next.
He hoped it would eat him.
But instead of an obstacle he would be forced to overcome – or something that would eat him – he found himself looking at the sun high up in the bright blue sky. The warmth dried the tears on his face and Avery found himself unexpectedly smiling. Well. He would – could – do it then.
The clock on the tree far up the hill showed that only about ten minutes had passed since the last time he had looked at it. He wondered if the time in Fabian’s world passed the same as it did in his own world. If that were the case his father and that woman were likely to be home before Avery and Jilly were. And it was not like he would find a phone in this place to call home and invent some sort of lame excuse about where he had been the entire time they were gone.
He stood up and his gaze fell upon the valley down below him. “Oh…my…God…” Avery, never religious, gasped. His hand came up to cover his mouth. From the foot of the hill he stood on all the way to the castle in the distance – which was much farther than he had at first thought – and beyond it and from one horizon to the next on either side was an immense maze of walls and hedges and…and who knew what else was in there. And then he remembered the book.
“And this,” Avery whispered to himself, still very much in awe, “this must be the labyrinth.”
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery finally meets the labyrinth he will have to solve in order to get his sister back.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This is probably pretty short too.
~*~
Avery felt his way forward with his feet. The sky was a dark pinkish orange color where the sun was just starting to come up behind him but it barely lit up the sky or the ground on the side of the hill toward the labyrinth. The sand there felt cold on his bare feet and he wished the Goblin King had given him time to get his shoes before bringing him here. Even his bunny slippers would have been better than his bare feet. He shuffled forward toward the lightless valley below him. The toes of his left foot caught under a tree root and he felt himself falling forward into darkness.
There was nothing he could grab to stop himself as he rolled down the steep hillside, finally coming to rest on his hands and knees on a slightly more flat part of the slope. His mouth had gone dry with fear. The valley was still dark and there was nothing worse than falling into darkness, particularly when Avery was terrified of the dark and had no idea what might be down there. Carefully, he wriggled around until he was sitting on his butt hugging his knees against his chest with both arms. He had thirteen hours to find Jilly. Once he reached the valley it would not take longer than an hour or two to run the length of it to the castle. And once he was at the castle…well, it did not look that big. Surely he could find her in less than thirteen hours. At the rate the sun was coming up it would not take long for the hillside and the valley below it to become light out. He would wait until then to continue.
But once he had come to a decision it seemed to take forever for the sun to rise, as if it had slowed down. Avery reconsidered his original plan. It was taking too long for the sun to rise. He had no idea what might be in the valley between the hilltop and the castle. What if it was some huge horrible obstacle instead of just flat desert land like he hoped it was? What if he needed the whole thirteen hours to get through it? What if the castle was bigger than it looked? What if the valley was bigger than it looked?
Avery felt himself close to a panic attack and to ward it off he took a deep breath and counted to one hundred. Feeling slightly calmer he decided a new plan was in order. He had to get to the bottom of the hill and into the valley as soon as possible. That decided, he remembered how, in the darkness on the stairs, he had slid down each step on his butt, taking great care not to fall and utterly terrified of the lack of light. Avery supposed the same principals applied here. It was dark, he was in no great hurry to fall over another tree root, and he was after all going down. Even if a hill and the stairs were two entirely different things.
He started to slide down the hill toward the valley and immediately his feet encountered a bush. Avery felt it with his feet then wriggled a bit to the left so he could go around it.
And immediately encountered a rock.
He wriggled around that one too…
And there was another one.
Obviously this method was not going to work either. He could not keep wriggling down the hill on his butt if he were going to run into rocks and bushes and…well, there were probably snakes and spiders there too. Snakes and spiders were two more of the things that Avery was afraid of. Besides, he was getting his pajama pants dirty. Avery did not function well around dirt either, particularly dirt that was on him. But it was so black he did not think he could stand up and walk down the hill. He was too frightened of falling into or onto something or just falling and rolling down the hill again. Tears came into his eyes again and he wiped the back of his hand across his face. He had to get to the castle. He had to save his sister.
But he had no idea how.
This time when the tears came into his eyes Avery did not bother trying to wipe them away. First one fell, then another. He whimpered. The whole situation seemed hopeless. That thought was all it took for him to start sobbing.
Avery would never know how long he had sat crying in the sand on the hillside. It could have been minutes or maybe thirteen hours later when he felt something warm on his back. He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes again and turned around to look for whatever horrible obstacle he would have to overcome next.
He hoped it would eat him.
But instead of an obstacle he would be forced to overcome – or something that would eat him – he found himself looking at the sun high up in the bright blue sky. The warmth dried the tears on his face and Avery found himself unexpectedly smiling. Well. He would – could – do it then.
The clock on the tree far up the hill showed that only about ten minutes had passed since the last time he had looked at it. He wondered if the time in Fabian’s world passed the same as it did in his own world. If that were the case his father and that woman were likely to be home before Avery and Jilly were. And it was not like he would find a phone in this place to call home and invent some sort of lame excuse about where he had been the entire time they were gone.
He stood up and his gaze fell upon the valley down below him. “Oh…my…God…” Avery, never religious, gasped. His hand came up to cover his mouth. From the foot of the hill he stood on all the way to the castle in the distance – which was much farther than he had at first thought – and beyond it and from one horizon to the next on either side was an immense maze of walls and hedges and…and who knew what else was in there. And then he remembered the book.
“And this,” Avery whispered to himself, still very much in awe, “this must be the labyrinth.”