Heart Of Ice
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
6,565
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Sixteen: Bare Feet, Dirty Toes, And Which Way Should I Go
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Sixteen: Bare Feet, Dirty Toes, And Which Way Should I Go
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery realizes being barefooted in the labyrinth is not an ideal situation while it does help him mark his trail and he meets two more of the labyrinth’s inhabitants.
Warning(s): Language
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): I really thought this chapter would be longer. But I swear the shaft of hands chapter will be a lot longer and have a much higher rating.
~*~
Avery wandered aimlessly along the new corridor. Now that he had seen the first opening he could see others as well. Or maybe it was just that the ones along this corridor were not disguised as part of the wall as the ones in the first corridor had been. But now that he could see the openings he had no idea which one to choose. He stopped to peer into a few but everything looked the same. The walls were still so high they almost blocked out the sky and still covered with dirt and dripping water and lichen. The ground was still damp in places and dry in others and still littered with debris. The stones felt gritty on his bare feet.
He found a short flight of three steps and went up since that was the only way to get anywhere else. Avery peered into another opening. It looked the same as all the other ones. Eventually he was going to have to pick an opening and go through it. But what if he ended up wandering around in circles? From what he had seen so far, it was entirely possible that he already was, that somehow this corridor wound around the whole labyrinth without him realizing it.
Avery sighed and lifted his right foot off the dirty ground. He shook it trying to dislodge some of the dirt from where it had become stuck to his foot. On the ground where it had been was a perfect outline of his bare foot in the grit and grime on the stone. It gave him a vague idea. Maybe if his foot was able to make a mark on the ground even when he was not doing it intentionally then perhaps he could do it on purpose. What if he made some sort of mark on the stones to indicate which opening he had gone through? It would keep him from wandering around in circles.
“Maybe,” Avery murmured to himself.
He went on to the next opening and on the ground drew an arrow pointing to the opening. If no one or nothing else passed this way the arrow would stay there and if Avery came back this way he would see it and know which direction he had gone before. He smiled, happy with is progress and walked through the opening.
Avery had gone straight down the passageway several feet and followed it around the corner before two male goblins not more than a foot high with beak like noses and root-like feet dressed in seventh century evening dress lifted up the stone he had just drawn the arrow on. They popped out from beneath it, flipped it over, and went back into the same hole they had come up from, dragging the stone behind them. When they had disappeared again there was nothing to show that they – or Avery – had ever been there. His mark on the stone was gone.
But Avery had no idea of what had happened behind him. He kept going happily, choosing openings and passageways at random, pausing only to draw an arrow in the dirt with his toe in front of each one. And each time he did the same little creatures popped out and turned the stone over so the arrow was invisible or turned it around so it was pointing in another direction.
Soon he had marked twenty-five arrows and felt himself well on his way. If only he had some sort of clock so he could tell exactly how much time had passed and how much of the thirteen hours he had left. But Avery felt determined. It was a new feeling for him and he liked it. He had never been determined about anything before in his life except perhaps determined to hate the interlopers in his family: Jilly and that woman. Determined – wow that was a different word to use in regard to himself – to get through the labyrinth in time to save one of said interlopers from becoming a goblin Avery skipped up another flight of five steps and around a corner.
And came face to face with a dead end.
The good feeling and all of the determination Avery had been filled with evaporated at the sight of the wall. He had been doing so well! “All right, Avery,” he said to himself. “It’s just a setback. Follow the arrows back to the last turn, pick another one and everything will be fine.” He had never been good at taking his own advice but this time, faced with the alternative of standing here staring at a wall made of stone, he found he had no choice.
He retraced his steps to the opening where he had drawn the twenty fifth arrow in the dirt with his toes. The arrow was nowhere to be seen. Avery stood there for a moment, completely puzzled. Maybe this was not where he had come from. And yet it had to be because it was the only opening in the high wall that led into the chamber with the dead end. Besides, there were his footprints in the dirt leading up to the opening. The footprints paused right at the stone where Avery was sure he had drawn the arrow, skipped that stone, then continued on past it right up to the wall at the dead end. That proved it!
“Someone has been changing my marks!” he shouted, stomping his right foot on the floor like a child having a tantrum. Which technically he was. “What a horrible place this is! It’s not fair!” Nothing was fair. The whole world was not fair.
“That’s right,” a deep, resonant bass voice – obviously male – agreed from behind Avery. “It’s not fair.”
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery realizes being barefooted in the labyrinth is not an ideal situation while it does help him mark his trail and he meets two more of the labyrinth’s inhabitants.
Warning(s): Language
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): I really thought this chapter would be longer. But I swear the shaft of hands chapter will be a lot longer and have a much higher rating.
~*~
Avery wandered aimlessly along the new corridor. Now that he had seen the first opening he could see others as well. Or maybe it was just that the ones along this corridor were not disguised as part of the wall as the ones in the first corridor had been. But now that he could see the openings he had no idea which one to choose. He stopped to peer into a few but everything looked the same. The walls were still so high they almost blocked out the sky and still covered with dirt and dripping water and lichen. The ground was still damp in places and dry in others and still littered with debris. The stones felt gritty on his bare feet.
He found a short flight of three steps and went up since that was the only way to get anywhere else. Avery peered into another opening. It looked the same as all the other ones. Eventually he was going to have to pick an opening and go through it. But what if he ended up wandering around in circles? From what he had seen so far, it was entirely possible that he already was, that somehow this corridor wound around the whole labyrinth without him realizing it.
Avery sighed and lifted his right foot off the dirty ground. He shook it trying to dislodge some of the dirt from where it had become stuck to his foot. On the ground where it had been was a perfect outline of his bare foot in the grit and grime on the stone. It gave him a vague idea. Maybe if his foot was able to make a mark on the ground even when he was not doing it intentionally then perhaps he could do it on purpose. What if he made some sort of mark on the stones to indicate which opening he had gone through? It would keep him from wandering around in circles.
“Maybe,” Avery murmured to himself.
He went on to the next opening and on the ground drew an arrow pointing to the opening. If no one or nothing else passed this way the arrow would stay there and if Avery came back this way he would see it and know which direction he had gone before. He smiled, happy with is progress and walked through the opening.
Avery had gone straight down the passageway several feet and followed it around the corner before two male goblins not more than a foot high with beak like noses and root-like feet dressed in seventh century evening dress lifted up the stone he had just drawn the arrow on. They popped out from beneath it, flipped it over, and went back into the same hole they had come up from, dragging the stone behind them. When they had disappeared again there was nothing to show that they – or Avery – had ever been there. His mark on the stone was gone.
But Avery had no idea of what had happened behind him. He kept going happily, choosing openings and passageways at random, pausing only to draw an arrow in the dirt with his toe in front of each one. And each time he did the same little creatures popped out and turned the stone over so the arrow was invisible or turned it around so it was pointing in another direction.
Soon he had marked twenty-five arrows and felt himself well on his way. If only he had some sort of clock so he could tell exactly how much time had passed and how much of the thirteen hours he had left. But Avery felt determined. It was a new feeling for him and he liked it. He had never been determined about anything before in his life except perhaps determined to hate the interlopers in his family: Jilly and that woman. Determined – wow that was a different word to use in regard to himself – to get through the labyrinth in time to save one of said interlopers from becoming a goblin Avery skipped up another flight of five steps and around a corner.
And came face to face with a dead end.
The good feeling and all of the determination Avery had been filled with evaporated at the sight of the wall. He had been doing so well! “All right, Avery,” he said to himself. “It’s just a setback. Follow the arrows back to the last turn, pick another one and everything will be fine.” He had never been good at taking his own advice but this time, faced with the alternative of standing here staring at a wall made of stone, he found he had no choice.
He retraced his steps to the opening where he had drawn the twenty fifth arrow in the dirt with his toes. The arrow was nowhere to be seen. Avery stood there for a moment, completely puzzled. Maybe this was not where he had come from. And yet it had to be because it was the only opening in the high wall that led into the chamber with the dead end. Besides, there were his footprints in the dirt leading up to the opening. The footprints paused right at the stone where Avery was sure he had drawn the arrow, skipped that stone, then continued on past it right up to the wall at the dead end. That proved it!
“Someone has been changing my marks!” he shouted, stomping his right foot on the floor like a child having a tantrum. Which technically he was. “What a horrible place this is! It’s not fair!” Nothing was fair. The whole world was not fair.
“That’s right,” a deep, resonant bass voice – obviously male – agreed from behind Avery. “It’s not fair.”