Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just want to give them a happy ending
Timeline: Begins after the movie ends and progress to 10 years later.
Tears Of A Goblin King
Prologue - A Legend Is Born
Silence so deep only my soul can hear
Says now the past is what I fear
The future isn’t what it used to be
Only today is all that’s promised me
Flow on, river of time
Wash away the pain and heal my mind
~River Of Time ~ Naomi Judd~
In the beginning God created Heaven and Earth
and all the places in between. All creatures lived in the Aboveground. It was the time of the trial, the great test, before the darkness descended to engulf all. Those who possessed magic and those who didn’t worked side by side and lived as neighbors. Though humans had little control over their environment and disease could swoop down on the population of man and kill hundreds in a matter of weeks, beliefs ran strong, and magic was held in awe. Those who were said to possess it were respected and welcomed everywhere they went.
Humankind depended on beings, of the ‘Other’, to cure and restore them, and to give them hope when it appeared that all was lost. The troll who lived beneath your hill might be frightening and create havoc in the night, but it kept evil from entering your lands, so food was left as an offering for him. The faeries that were occasionally seen in the early mornings, flittering among the blossoms, were a sign of good crops in the coming autumn, so their flowers were kept weeded and watered even in the dry season. If anyone got close enough to be bitten by one, it was looked upon as a blessing despite the pain. The most revered of these people were the Fae. They were often mistaken for humans. The only clues that they might not be, were their exceptional beauty and grace.
Most Fae believed they’d lost the capacity to love. It was this mistaken belief that would spell disaster for the Underground and heart ache to three generations of Goblin Kings. At that time, most believed that they were beyond human emotions and looked down on the slight yearnings that passed for passion among the Earthly folk. What wasn’t realized was that, in the beginning of time, the great Creator understood each of his creatures, including the Fae. He knew that Fae were beings of indulgence and pleasure and if left to themselves would not seek out a life-long mate, so he crafted one made from their souls, another half, one for another, a soulmate.
Over the centuries in the Aboveground, most Fae were lucky enough to find the missing part to their souls. Usually they were of their own kind, but sometimes they were not; on occasion they were human, or Elvish. Though marriages into the world of man didn’t happen often, when it did both beings were the better for it. The Fae partner discovered a deep well of love that he believed long forgotten in his race and the human found passion greater than anything any human had ever discovered. It was a union that was truly blessed, one that would last forever, sealed by a burning love and passion that none could undo. Unfortunately, the only ones who understood that concept were the participants in this type of match.
The Halfling offspring from these joinings usually had no special powers, but in their souls was a strong belief in forces that could not be seen or explained. These children of the power were destined to provide the Aboveworld with ideas and dreams that would live on to the end of time. In the long years ahead, they would produce children who would occasionally be great inventors, philosophers, and writers.
As with all good things, the peace between men and magic came to an end. Trust began to disappear and darkness crept across the face of the world as mankind realized the powers it lacked and understood they would be forever out of its reach. Greed, jealousy and lust for control grew with each new generation until they were driving forces in humans. Instead of embracing what was different, humans feared it and began to push out those beings that could have helped them the most.
Luckily, Oberon, a powerful seer among his people, had a vision of the death and destruction that was to come. He went in search of a place where the folk of magic could live free of doubt and superstition. His travels took him to the Underground, a wild land unknown to the children of humankind. There he tamed its magic, then sent messages to each troll, faery, Fae, goblin, elf, and dwarf. Most had felt the subtle changes in the air, and were wise enough to follow Oberon. Those who did not died, as witch hunts and inquisitions ravaged beings who had once been honored.
In his anger at Man, Oberon declared that no one who did not possess magic would be allowed through the portal into his new world. Since some of the Fae left Halfling children behind, the door between the two worlds was left in place. It was necessary to assure the safety of the mixed children in case they should develop powers as they matured.
Oberon left his son Jared and an army of Goblins, one of the strongest and bravest kinds of creatures to ever posses magic, to guard the passageway against intruders. It was the newly crowned Goblin King’s duty to help and protect any child who was forced to make the crossing and to prevent any human adult from entering the Underground.
Oberon and most of the other beings of magic settled into the calmer interiors. Confident in his son’s ability to see to the protection of the empire he was creating for all who had followed him, Oberon concentrated on building a beautiful, peaceful place for the men and women of the Underground
Though both Oberon and Jared possessed great powers, they didn’t foresee the tragedy that was lying in wait for them. They shared the belief that Fae were above the petty emotions of mankind, but they didn’t take into consideration the human spouses of some of their brethren. This was a mistake that would cost them dearly.
King Jared appointed his best friend, Caliban, Fae commander of the Goblin Army. Together they planned and began to build a thriving city not far from the passageway to the Aboveground. Together they designed and created a great Labyrinth, between the door and the city, to further protect against unwanted intruders.
Caliban had left behind a human wife and Halfling child whom he loved dearly, but Oberon’s word was law. He couldn’t bring her Belowground and it would mean death not only to him, but his family as well, if he joined them in the superstitious Aboveground. He waited patiently for the great maze to be completed. Then he instructed his wife to wish for the Goblins to take the child away. Once done, it was suggested that Jared challenge her to a game. If she could work her way from the door between worlds to his castle, in thirteen hours, the child would be returned to her. The King looked on this as the perfect test to the twists and turns that had been built, never realizing that Caliban had something else in mind. Thus a legend was born and the first babe was taken to the Underground by a Goblin King.
Unfortunately for Caliban, the legend didn’t have a happy ending. His wife entered the Labyrinth on the hill overlooking the valley, as was planned. Caliban, who was guarding the boy-child for Jared, stole the babe and stole into the Labyrinth from the Castle side. Three days later the Goblin army found Caliban. He was dying. His woman had taken their child and fled. Treachery to his King and the faithlessness of his wife had broken his heart and was killing him.
The former captain of the guard died cursing the Goblin King, and the weakness of human females. His last words spelled out the fate of all who lived in the Goblin City. “Until a human girl can transverse the great maze and win the frozen heart of a Goblin King, there will be no peace in the Labyrinth. And until that same girl loves that King enough to give up everything for him, neither the King nor the girl will know fulfillment. Do not try and break my spell, Jared, because I have used your powers against you! You, your decedents, and the inhabitants of this dismal land will suffer until a human girl is strong enough to set you free.” With his last breath he laughed at the very idea of a faithful human and the Curse was sealed.
And so it was. The Labyrinth that had been built as protection and used in the name of love became twisted and dark. Strange, stagnant bogs grew from sparkling springs. Odd creatures were seen in the dark of night, and some were said to be able to produce fire with the flick of a wrist. The dark brooding atmosphere seeped into the City and Castle beyond. Each new generation of Goblins became slower, harder to manage, and their magic more erratic, until it disappeared completely. Their King knew a loneliness and frustration that ate at his soul. In all of Jared’s long life he never found the hidden power source of Caliban’s spell and he never found a human girl who could make it through the Labyrinth. He died long before his time, lonely and broken, leaving behind a son who was as cold and unfeeling as he.
In the Aboveground, the race of man grew and populated its world. The Halfling children were all but forgotten and the blood of the Fae ran thin in them, but occasionally a child would be born whose beliefs were particularly strong. It was due to these children that in thousands of years the humans didn’t forget the men of magic. They appeared in stories and legends around the world. Everyone knew of Merlin, Gandalf, Morgana and the Wizard of Oz, but none was better know than the Goblin King, though he wasn’t often called by that name. Almost every culture whispered to naughty children, “be careful, or the goblins will get you.” Stories of Peter Pan, the Pied Piper or Rumpelstilkskin were told to generations of children who would tell them to their children and on down through the ages.