This story is currently rated M to be safe. i don't know exactly where i'm going with this right now... Knowing myself, probably in the M directiong. Though I'll keep Toby out of that little bit. This isn't going to be a full story, long i mean. Expect no more than...I'd say 10 chapters.


Sarah groaned in frustration and let her head fall back against the bedroom door's frame. "Oh come on, Toby. I told you specifically not to touch my things. It was the only thing I told you! I told you that you could play with or even have anything else in my room, but not this! Now just look at this! It's ruined, Toby. What am I supposed to do?"

She took a fleeting and painful look down at the sketch pad in her hand. There were hardly any pictures she could salvage. Most of her pencil drawings were colored over with near-scribbles of colored marker and paints and crayons. Imagine her confusion and fury when she sat down to finish the sketches with faint coloring of colored pencils and found them in that state.

The seven year old boy in front of her, thick curls of golden hair almost completely covering his doe-like blue eyes, looked from the sketch pad to Sarah. "I already said I was sorry," he said.

"I heard you say that," Sarah nearly snapped back. "But sorry doesn't fix this mess, Toby. What were you thinking?"

"I just wanted to help you. You promised you'd play with me after coloring your pictures. I thought you'd be happy if I colored them for you."

She sighed, caught between her incredible frustration for her young half-brother and her understanding of his good-intended motivations. The anger was winning. "Well I'm certainly not happy, okay? I'm quite the opposite. This is just horrible! Everything's ruined."

"But you can re-do them," Toby offered. "You're a great drawer."

"I can't re-do it, that's just it! These drawings are due tomorrow. I'm going to fail art without them! There's nearly four weeks of work in this pad. There's no way I can do all this in one night, not even if I stay up all night long!"

Toby pouted, but then slightly brightened at an idea. "What if I help you, Sarah? This time you can show me what to do, and I promise I'll color inside the lines, and—"

"I think you've help enough," she all but snarled. "I don't want your help with anything."

He scowled. "Fine! I was only trying to help."

She clenched her hand into fists. "And now everything's ruined. I can't believe you. You're the worst."

Her words snapped back at her like a rubber band. She had said the words without meaning to, anger making them carelessly fly out of her mouth. Her stance relaxed. She regretted the words immediately, even before seeing Toby's expression. She sighed, softly now.

"Toby, I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean that."

"You're the worst sister," Toby rebuked sharply. "And if you don't want my help, then I don't want yours!"

Sarah tried to approach him. "Toby, I really didn't—"

But the red-faced child didn't want to hear it. He ran over to his big sister and shoved against her legs, trying to force her out of his room so he could slam the door in her face. "Get out of my room," he huffed while she didn't move. "I don't wanna see you!"

"Then close your eyes, 'cause I'm not leaving until you settle down and let me properly apologize."

Toby whined in aggravation, stopped pushing, and mimicked Sarah's defiant stance by folding his arms across his chest. "Then I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away! Right now!"

Sarah visibly paled. She couldn't have just heard Toby say that…. But he did say that. He said his right words all right. He said the same exact thing she had once said to him. After her journey through the Labyrinth she had spoiled Toby with stories of her wild adventures, which was how he knew of the Labyrinth's infamous king and former adversary. Of course, Toby didn't know that it was all true. Only Sarah knew the power of the words he had just spoken.

And the room around her seemed to tilt and stretch and whirl. Immediately her mouth went dry, and she felt as if she could have been dripping in sweat. Her heart beat doubled its pace.

"Toby," she gasped, "what have you done?"

He eyed her warily. "What are you talking about, Sarah?" he demanded, still fuming. "Why do you look like that? It's just a stupid story, remember?"

Sarah stumbled back, shaking her head absently, her words strangled in her throat. Toby darted forward and shut the door as forcibly as he could. Sarah cringed at the loud bang it made. It came in dangerous closeness with her face, but she wouldn't have cared if it hit her and broke her nose.

Fighting to stay calm, to not panic, to not hyperventilate or faint of anything of the sort, she made her way quickly to her room. She shut and locked the door, and made sure to do the same with the windows. She stood in the middle of her room, trying to focus on her breathing, but she couldn't suppress the fear shooting through her veins and churning in her stomach.

She tried to convince herself that the Goblin King not, nor were his goblins, coming to get her. That was ridiculous. After all, it was just a few words of anger. It was a silly argument between the two of them. During arguments, you say things you don't mean. Toby didn't really mean what he said….

"But I didn't mean it!"

"Oh, you didn't?"

Sarah once tried to tell the Goblin King she didn't mean what she said, no matter how right her were. He still took Toby.

She knew the inevitable. She was screwed. In honor of His Majesty, she was royally screwed.

"Well, well, well," a voice drawled from behind here, "what have we here?"

Sarah's breath caught.

She knew that voice.

She knew that voice because it sounded exactly like she remembered it did.

How could anyone forget a voice like that?

His voice was accented, deep, and smooth as silk. He purred his words and commanded at the same time, his tone so filled with hidden amusement, dark promises, arrogance and sneering. It was a cruel voice, a voice for both demanding obedience and whispering endearments.

This also happened to be a voice that scared the shit out of her. At the first sound of it, all of her childhood rushed back to her. Every moment spent in the Labyrinth shot through her mind like an arrow from a bow. Memories of hearing his voice overwhelmed her to the point of her legs feeling so weakened that she wasn't sure if she would fall. She realized that, in the Labyrinth, every time she heard his voice, bad things happened.

And, like all the times before, she didn't even get to scream.

Toby was laying on across his bed on his stomach, coloring on a paper with crayons. When he kicked Sarah out of his room, he instantly began to re-think his actions. He didn't mean to make Sarah so mad, and she looked so upset when she left his room. He realized that maybe it was wrong to wish her away to the Goblin King. If his parents were home, he knew they'd be surely scolding him. He knew they'd make her apologize to Sarah, so he decided that he would apologize on his own and then maybe Sarah wouldn't be angry anymore and she would play with him.

Toby was drawing a picture of him and Sarah. He intended to give it to her as an apology. The abstractly colored picture featured stick-figure Sarah in a dress and wearing a crown, smiling and holding hands with the smiling stick-figure Toby, with rainbow hearts around the two of them. Next to them, another black stick-figure with a scribble of tall, pointy hair on his head laid across the bottom of the page with X's over his eyes, blood around him, and a dagger in his chest: this was the evil Goblin King that his sister had valiantly slain so her and Toby could live happily ever after.

He just added the finishing touches—a yellow sun in the corner and blue stars in the sky—when his paper blew from the bed. His window was open, and anything loose in the room was being tossed around in a sudden wild wind. Toby jumped off his bed, but he didn't know what to do. He screamed for Sarah then. She didn't come, but the wind died down as quickly as it appeared.

Toby turned to flee the room and seek refuge in Sarah's room, but he stopped and jumped back when he found a man standing behind him.

This man was really tall; Toby's head had to be bent all the way back to see him. Toby marveled at the likeness of the two of them; they both had blonde hair and blue eyes. Only this man had really long hair, with a really weird style. Actually, the man looked weird in general. Toby was scared because there was a stranger in his room, and he knew his parents would have been highly against that. Then he saw that the man was wearing a cape that touched the floor, and he realized the man must have been a superhero. Then he knew the man couldn't have been a superhero because he never saw a superhero wear all black before. He realized the man looked more like the villain would.

"Hello, young Toby," the man greeted, and he sounded so weird that Toby giggled. "My, look how you've grown up."

Toby didn't say anything, only took a few steps back so he didn't have to look up as much and kept staring. Toby saw that the man also had freaky eyebrows.

"Well?" the man asked, smiling. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Toby shook his head.

"Why not, young lad? You can talk, can't you?"

Toby nodded. "I can talk. I'm just not supposed to talk to strangers." And then he gasped and clapped both hands over his mouth, realizing he just spoke to the stranger.

The man smiled again. "Oh, Toby, but I'm no stranger to you. You know very well who I am."

Toby looked hard at the man, but he couldn't figure it out. "Sorry, I don't know you. Who are you?"

"I?" He spread out his arms and bowed low, his face closer to Toby's, just enough for Toby to see how much more creepy his grin was up close. "I am the Goblin King. You may call me Jareth."

Toby's jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. "You're real?"

"Why, last time I checked, I was. Very much so. Yes."

"So Sarah was telling me the truth?"

Jareth narrowed his eyes slightly, still smiling but with lips pressed together. "Yes, indeed she was."

Toby's face lit with excitement like it was Christmas morning. He started bouncing up and down. "I have to go tell Sarah! She'll be so happy!"

As he turned to run off, Jareth's voice stopped him.

"Toby, Sarah is not here right now," he said.

Toby turned back in confusion. "She's not? Did she go to the store? Mom said she was supposed to stay here and watch me."

Jareth slowly shook his head. "She's not at the store, Toby. She's not in this world anymore. I've taken her away."

"To where?" Toby asked, feeling more uncomfortable.

"To my castle. In my Labyrinth."

Toby relaxed, visibly relieved. "Oh, OK. So, when is she coming back?"


A look of horror came over Toby. "Never? She's never coming back? But why not? Does she not want to live here anymore?"

"Toby, you don't understand," Jareth said, crouching in front of the child. "You wished Sarah away. You said, 'I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away.' So, I took her away. She will stay with me forever because you wished for her to be. She can't come back because she's with me now."

Toby's breathing became shallow. "But…but…I want her to come back!" His voice cracked. "I didn't mean it!"

"Oh, you didn't?"

Toby shook his head. "No, I didn't. I want her back! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!" He started shouting for her, hoping he would hear her and come to her call like she always did.

Jareth put a hand over Toby's mouth, lips twisted. "Stop screaming, Toby. That is very irritating."

"But I want Sarah to come back," he said, his voice muffled under Jareth's glove. "Bring her back! Let her go!" Abruptly filled with rage, Toby screamed and tried to punch and kick the King with all the fury his little body could muster, demanding he give Sarah back. He didn't touch Jareth with a single hit. Jareth only blinked and grabbed Toby's wrists with a gentle but restraining grasp.

"Alright, Toby," he said. "If you want Sarah back that badly, I'll make you a deal."

Toby relaxed at once, and waited.

"Now, come here, Toby. Come here, and look." Jareth put a hand on Toby's back and guided him to the far wall of his room, where the wall had disappeared and the vision of a dusty red, brick-made labyrinth could be seen. There was a gentle wind, the sun rising, and a fresh smell in the air. Jareth pointed. "That, my dear Toby, is the Castle Beyond the Goblin City. That is where Sarah is right now. Do you want to know how you can free her, how you get her back?"

Toby nodded.

"To get Sarah back you must travel through my Labyrinth and reach the Castle Beyond the Goblin City. Just think of it as a game, Toby. You play against me and my Labyrinth and win by reaching Sarah. Like a quest a brave young knight would make. If you reach the Castle and reach Sarah, you both get to go home."

Toby liked the idea of being Sarah's brave knight. "That's all I have to do?"

Jareth patted Toby's head, and Toby jerked away. "Don't underestimate the Labyrinth, dear boy. It's much more than it seems. It could be dangerous at times, and sometimes it can be very scary. You would have to be very brave to want to travel through it."

Toby didn't want to seem like he was a scared little kid, and he proudly raised his chin. "I'm brave enough. Nothing scares me."

Jareth laughed. And although Toby wouldn't admit it out loud, that laugh scared him.

"Very well then." Jareth looked at his black gloves, and toyed with them. He paused, looking back down at Toby. "Are you sure you're ready for the Labyrinth, Toby?"

"Yes," Toby said. But then he said, "Oh—wait a second!" And he ran back into his room and snatched up his drawing from the floor, running back over to Jareth with it clutched to his chest. "Picture," he explained to Jareth. "It was for Sarah. When I find her, I'm gonna give it to her."

Jareth nodded. "Alright, Toby. You have thirteen hours to solve the Labyrinth and reach Sarah, or else Sarah will stay with me forever."

Although Toby was frightened, he nodded to show that he understood. The Goblin King grinned before laughing again, only to have the sound faded out as he did. Toby folded up the paper he held and put it into his jean's pocket for safe keeping. Standing on top of a hill, he could overlook the Labyrinth very good. Then he looked down at his feet, and he frowned because he wasn't moving. He shrugged lightly.

"Well," he said, starting to trump down the hill, "come on, feet. Let's save Sarah."

The Goblin King: Well? Review!

What did you guys think of the first chapter? I'd really like to know. Please review, whatever you think about it. Should I continue?