Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother ALWAYS made her stay home with the baby. She'd made a dumb mistake once, but she would NEVER do it again. The baby grew up, as did the girl, and she learned, maybe little brothers aren't so bad. She gave him good taste, in movies, clothes, music, art, everything. And a good imagination, to boot. What she didn't know is that the King of the Goblins still loved her, and an owl always watched for the next slip-up.

It wasn't the girl who would make the slip up, though. No, it was the stepmother.

The girl was being your average teenager, not wanting to do her chores.

"Sarah, would you please take out the trash?" The girl was firmly planted on the couch watching some nice, mind-numbing television.

"I'll get it in a minute," she said.

"You said that an hour ago."


"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME, YOUNG LADY!" the stepmother shouted back. This made the girl jump out of her seat, groan, and shuffle to the trash.

The stepmother muttered under her breath "I wish someone would teach you some respect."

In an instant, Sarah was no longer in the house, nor on the property at all. The trash was taken out, but it was like Sarah had never been. This frightened the stepmother.

The stepmother paced in worry, muttering to herself things like "what will my husband say?" "What will the POLICE say" "WHAT WILL CHILD SERVICES SAY?!"

"They won't say anything," came a smooth voice from a nearby window. "Not if you can win your daughter back."

The stepmother turned and her jaw dropped. In front of her was a man with long, blonde, poofy, flowing hair, and the sparkliest getup known to mankind. He smirked, showing his handsomely crooked teeth, and his mismatched eyes glimmered.

"I've met your daughter before, but that's a different story," he said as he paced the room. "Let me introduce myself. I am Jareth, the Goblin King."

"I-I'm Karen Williams," the stepmother stuttered out.

"Yes, I know. But right now there is the issue of your stepdaughter. She is safe, for the time being. But should you want her back, you'll have to face a little challenge."

"What kind of challenge?" Karen asked.

The goblin king chuckled and moved to mere inches from her face. "You'll have to solve my Labyrinth." Just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was yards away from her again. "Get to the center and defeat me within thirteen hours, and you can have your daughter back. Fail, and the girl remains with me, forever."

No longer was Karen in the living room. She was standing outside a stone wall at least twenty feet high, surrounded by dirt and glitter. There was a door, and nothing else in sight for miles. Even the Goblin King had vanished.

She put on a stern face and pushed the door open. "I'm coming, Sarah."