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Innocence Lost

Chapter 1 – A Dreamer's Dream

The Goblin King took his beloved into his arms. Kissing her passionately as her embraced tightened. She knew she would be powerless against this man, this man who was nothing like any she had ever met before. She willed her mouth away from his but for a moment to whisper his name, "Brenneth!" She could hear herself gasp as his arms tensed against her.

"Yes my love?" The King replied. She said nothing, only with her eyes did she plead that he continue. Brenneth, The King of Goblins, took his mortal bride into his bed and consumed her with his undying love for her. He felt a bond with this woman that was unlike any other. He could feel her, what she wanted, what she needed and oh how he delighted in giving in to her desires.

The castle was quiet, devoid of any other creature save for the King and his new bride. Their sounds of ecstasy filled the castle walls and for the first time in the Goblin King's long life, he felt a sense of contentment he had never before known. As king, he had been with many women but still he could not comprehend how she could be so different to captivate him so.

Navarra awoke feeling the weight of Brenneth's arm against her. She lifted her head from his chest. Such a divine night she thought to herself as she allowed one last moan to escape her lips, in remembrance of her King against her. The light began to fill the room and she looked around at the chambers that were now her own. 'Queen,' she thought as Brenneth awoke from his slumber.

The King looked regal even at the moment in which slumber faded. He turned to his Queen and saw her basking in the morning sunlight. "My love," he whispered as he pet her black hair. Her copper skin reflected the sun and caused her to radiate as if she were blessed by the light itself. Navarra turned her head and gazed into his tantalizing blue eyes.

She looked at her love, the King, seeing him not as the powerful Goblin King who ruled the Labyrinth with ferocity; rather, she saw a man in love who gazed at her from behind long locks of golden yellow hair and with eyes as blue as the ocean. Navarra was mesmerized by his looks, she had never met anyone in her Bedouin tribe that had such light hair and complexion. Brenneth was like a god and she was powerless to resist, not that she would have wanted to.

Brenneth gently touched her chin as he gazed upon her exotic beauty. She gasped as he lowered his head to place a kiss on her darkened lips. His hands began to roam about her body, his body anxious to have an encore of their wedding night.

A loud banging filled the room. The bang repeated itself many times before the King released his Navarra and magically dressed himself as well as the Queen, then looked to the disturbance. He gazed upon the dwarf who had interrupted their interlude, his eyes searing into the creature's flesh. "What do you want, scab, and it had better be good for if not you shall not live to see another day!"

"Sire," the dwarf said, his voice shaken. The fear this creature had for his King was unbearable; yet he always knew the King would not harm him. "Queen Vasivitha is hear demanding an audience with you, right now." As soon as his words were spoken, the dwarf cowered knowing the royal's response would not be pleasant.

Navarra could see her King enraged. She, more than any, knew her King and how he would react. She immediately leapt from her bed and to his side. She placed a delicate hand on his shoulder. "My love, this dwarf is but a messenger. This Vasivitha must have a great need; perhaps it will be wise to grant her an audience."

The King gazed lovingly at his beloved as his anger subsided. "Spoken like a Queen," he said as he lifted her hand from his shoulder and kissed it gently. "I will hold an audience with her, but you shall not wait long for my return."

For a split second Brenneth thought he should ask Navarra to accompany him; however, he did not think it a wise action given Vasivitha's past deeds. She was not a queen as a queen should be, having no land or subjects, yet she took the title of Queen and commanded those in exile to do her bidding using forbidden Fae enchantments. Brenneth was weary of Vasivitha, but had no reason to fear her. After all, he was the Goblin King, the most powerful Fae in the realm and he cowered to no one...save his Navarra.

"Brenneth, Goblin King!" The herald announced as he entered his throne room. Vasivitha bowed to him as he walked in and sat upon his throne. The King was dressed in his black formal regalia; the clothes he felt most suited to what he knew would be an unpleasant encounter. It was in the blackness of his garments that he could strike the most awe and fear into others. His caped flowed from his shoulders as he entered the room. He made a point to carry himself with an additional air of regality as he approached his throne and confidently sat upon it.

Vasivitha took notice of his behavior and grimaced. She knew of his union with the mortal. She had tried, unbeknownst to all, to prevent his meeting the woman. However, now that the union had taken place, the witch-queen had a new agenda in mind, one which would give her royal authority over her title.

"I have come to grant your audience," Brenneth began, "but do not toy as I have much more pressing matters to attend to." 'Like bedding my wife,' he thought lustily. He gazed at the witch-queen, her appearance not too dissimilar from his own in attire. She, too, was dressed in black, a tight dress that hugged her body. The material was reflective as it glowed in the sunlight. Her cape fell to her feet while the neck of it reached up behind her head, cradling it as a demon's hand about to grab its prey.

Her hair was blond at the roots but slowly faded to black as it descended from her head, a sign that she had been tainted with forbidden magic. Arrogant, as always, Brenneth still did not see the threat she posed. As if reading his mind, she spoke, "If a bed is what you seek, I know no reason to wait." Her voice bounced against the walls, causing an echo to reverberate within the room. Such a grotesque sound, yet the King found it comforting. Immediately he felt aroused.

Unable to control his own manhood, he felt his body turn against him as it lusted for this vile creature who stood before him. Beautiful though she was, in a menacing and malicious way, she was not the apparition of beauty as his Navarra. The King fought his body for control and was winning, until she spoke again.

"Come, my King, I have pleasures that await you beyond those of the mortal venom," The witch-queen sneered the word mortal. Her voice again running around the room attacking the King with a hunger that ran along his body. Brenneth lost control of his body. He watched in horror from the prison cell of his own eyes as his body walked towards the witch and took her into an embrace. He desired nothing but his Navarra as he took Vasivitha into his arms and began kissing her while hastily undressing her.

The witch had a delectable body that Brenneth enjoyed feeling, even as his mind silently screamed for him to stop. An enchantment more powerful than him took over and he could not tear himself away from this beast. His body, consumed with lust, caused the King his fidelity less than one day after his union with his beloved.

In the throes of their passion, Vasivitha willed Navarra to enter the throne room. Navarra felt Vasivitha's calls from her chamber. She had been in the midst of mentally reliving her courtship with the Goblin King when she felt an insatiable pull to run to the Throne Room. Navarra hastily complied as a feeling of dread engulfed her.

She slowly opened the doors to the throne room just as the herald, who was posted outside the room announced her entrance, "Navarra, Beloved of the Goblin King and Queen of this realm."

Navarra watched in horror as her husband, her love, thrust himself into the other woman. The king looked at his beloved, his eyes screaming to her that he cannot control himself and she is the only woman he desires, yet his body, traitorous once more, did nothing but convince her of his betrayal.

Navarra could not gaze upon this act, nor could she pull her sight away from it. She felt her heart breaking as she watched unable to defer her gaze. As her heart crumbled, the shattered peices began to rip at her very soul. As the king's body completed its betrayal, his voice cried out to Vasivitha in ecstasy. Navarra was finally able to break free from the spell that had held her eyes so long. Tears streamed from her eyes as she turn and ran.

All that filled this room now was the agonized sounds of ecstasy that betrayed the King himself, followed by a laugh that cut to his very heart. The witch-queen pushed Brenneth from her body, laughing menacingly. The King, having broken from his enchantment looked at the witch in utter horror, "What have you done…" he whispered as he stood and ran after his beloved.

Navarra did not know where she was running. She had not yet had the full tour of the castle and knew very little of her surroundings, having just come to the Underground the night before. She ran, with no guide save the sounds of her sobs. She managed to find her way out of the castle and she collapsed as her feet touched the ground of the Goblin city.

Brenneth was behind her and caught her in his arms. She tried to fight him, but his grip was strong. They fell to the ground as her heart weakened. "Navarra," Brenneth pleaded, but she refused to look upon him. He tried to heal her with a crystal; however, her will was strong and her body rejected his powers.

Navarra faded away, her life force disappeared through the gashes in her soul. She welcomed the darkness that engulfed her as she left the realm of betrayal and sadness. Only in the last moment of her life, as she took in her last breath she awoke to the truth of the deception of the witch-queen, the loyalty of her husband, and the child that had already begun to grow within her. "I love you," she managed to say as she exhaled her last breath and was gone.

I will take back the child that you have stolen…

Sarah awoke from her dream, gasping. She clutched at her chest ensuring she could breath. She had the same dream so many times before; however this dream was different. Often she saw herself as a casual observer. This time she dreamt as though she had been Navarra. Sarah breathed in again just to make sure she was still alive.