Authors Note:

Alright, guys. I haven't written on here in forever. Like I'm pretty sure it's been years. But I'm really bored and writing always made me feel better so why not, right? Have fun. .

Chapter 1

"Wait! Look, Sarah...look what I'm offering you. Your dreams."

I jolted awake, I guess I'm still having those dreams. Everynight is a new one, yet it's all the same. Same charming man, same bizarre world, same feeling of guilt and love. It's hard to believe it was all a dream. It felt so real, but that's crazy. I must have ate some weird pizza or something before bed that one night.Although, the odd thing is, ever since that one night I keep having those dreams. The dreams I have now are just little pieces of the original dream, but just as vivid.

"Sarah! Get up for school! You're going to be late." yells my stepmother. Sometimes I wish I could just slap her in the face and explain that school just a pointless, waste of time. But then of course she'd go crying to my father saying "Oh, woe is me! She treats me like a wicked stepmother in a fairy story no matter what I say." Then he would attempt a serious talk to with me, but fail miserably of course. These years as a teenager are just one big joke. I want to be, and will, something so much more than just a step-daughter to watch their kid.

I get up and get dressed for school. Maybe today will be worth it. Or at least that's what I tell myself every morning. The lack of motivation I have for this life causes me to pretend there's something to actually wake up for. But I guess anything's possible. After I'm dressed and decent looking, I walk into the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast for school. My father is at the table reading the paper next to my stepmother who is feeding Toby.

That's another weird thing, ever since that night of my dream, there's been an unspoken bond between me and that child. I'll just barely look at him and he'll stop crying. But that's probably just a coincidence. "I'm going to leave now. See you guys later." I say over my shoulder as I walk out the front door. I get into my car and head to school. I'm rarely early to school, so by now my teacher has marked me tardy. Even if school starts in 5 minutes. Shows how my reputation is around the school. My first class is Algebra 2. I like that class because no matter what 2+2 will always 4. There's nothing this cruel world can do to change that. As you can tell, I fear change. It makes me uncomfortable and jumpy.

The phone rings at the teachers desk right as I'm stepping in. She walks over to her desk and answers it, then looks up at me and says "She just barely walked in." A few seconds later she hangs up the phone and starts writing on a pass. I walk up to her and she hands it to me saying someone in the office has come to talk to me and to take my stuff because apparently they've called me out of school for the day. At this point all I can think is, 'Great. They're gonna start calling me out of school to babysit that brat?' I grab my stuff and start to walk down to the office. When I get to the door and look in the window, I see this guy standing there that looks oddly familiar. I open the door cautiously, trying to decypher his face and put my finger on where I've seen him before. As I start to walk in, the words "Just love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave," play over in my head as soft as a whisper.

My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat.

It's him, isn't it?

He's the Goblin King.