Everyone within the Underground know of the girl who ate the peach and forgot everything - how she bested the King and his Labyrinth. But no one knows of the love shared between these two souls within the enchanted walls of the Labyrinth - except for the age of old, Spirit of the Labyrinth.

This story has already been told, we know how they had loved and lost but their story continues in another chapter.

But this tale begins many generations ago - when the Underground was still connected to the world we know and hate. Humans feared and revered the Fae - magical folk that lived in their realms up in the yonder hills. Superstition was common place - a young maiden could never wander too far into the hills alone or strike fear into her kin that she may never return. Men were plagued with the siren's call of the Leanne Sidhe - the seducers of the noble minds of men.

It was then on the Green Isle that a mortal High King was crowned - he was young and brash, kind and strong - the Fae weaved and plotted - and he would make a fine King. And as the Mortals danced upon their sacred hill the King of the Fae also celebrated. He was finally wed.

The High King of the Fae - the first of his kind - had found his wife with child to another man - the discovery upon the child's birth - the Castle's flowers did not burst into celebratory bloom of an heir. He was cheated - for even in these times adultery before concept of a legitimate child was frowned upon. He was childless and his heart bled upon the land - he crossed his borders for solitude and thats when he found her.

Not many know how - when or why but as the young princess- daughter to the mortal's High King - grew the King of the Fae was enthralled, bewitched by a mere mortal girl. Her bosom began to grown and her hips began to widen - her Father received many suits for her girl's hand in marriage. Yet as his infatuation began to grow -his heart grew heavy with the knowledge he would never know the beautiful Gwian - her glowing white skin, green jeweled eyes, red petalled cheeks and lips and flaming copper hair. So he sent the High King a message - asking for his daughter's hand in marriage - he offered his suit - but he was denied spectacularly without thought of consequence.

So he lashed out upon the Mortal world - their livestock and crops were plagued with famine. He set the fae to do as they will upon the mortals. The ill-gotten peace on both sides were broken and the Humans began to trap and kill the Hill Folk in public spectacles.

The Gods were angered. The Gods asked for peace - yet their two children did not answer.

The Fae King - he came and went by many titles - the Master of the Veil was one of these very things he had earned for barriers upon the spirit, dream or mortal world held no hindrance to him. He passed through them like smoke. And that is when he shielded the Veil upon the Mortal and Fae realms - strengthening it with his own magical essence - until the lower forms of the Fae were trapped on either side and the Mortals could not stumble upon their land uninvited.

With his subjects safe upon their own land - he set to weave another plan upon another plane of existence. Upon drifting to sleep he ventured across and plucked a budding flower and let it rest upon the dozing body of the sleeping princess before projecting himself into her dreamscape.

On that fateful night they met - spoke for the very first time - and what a heavenly voice the girl-child possessed. Yet she was unhappy - for her Father was deciding her fate for her.

Their nightly meetings continued - their relationship blossomed like a vibrant red rose - and they acted upon that passion like star-crossed lovers. They laid upon many a place - even upon the Mortals' sacred hill. And that was a fateful night - the sky was clear and the moon full and the earth humming with life given by the Mother Goddess.