"You fool!" the Haglady shouted inside of her throne room. "You let him follow you into the Labyrinth!" She glared at her goblins, remembering the transformation of each one of them. The Haglady had messy, brown hair that reached down to her ankles, and light brown eyes that turned red when she got angry.

"But he can be a new goblin," said the one that led Jordan into the Labyrinth in the first place.

"He's too old, you idiot!" The Haglady smacked the goblin with her cane, and it ran into a corner. The other goblins hid throughout the room, fearing the Haglady's wrath.

"No matter," she said. "Eventually, he will get caught in one of the traps, and then we will take him here to face my fury!" She then began her evil laugh, but stopped when her minions didn't respond. With one glare, they all started nervously laughing, allowing the Haglady to continue her laugh.

Jordan had made it decently far on his own. His wide imagination allowed him to see through the early tricks and traps, things like walls not being there and traps in the ground, which he had anticipated. Sometimes, being adventurous and creative has practical uses.

Though, as adventurous his mind may have been, his body was not built for adventuring, and he became tired. He decided to lay down for a moment and figure out the best ways to describe everything that was happening, but he was not aware that he was being watched.

The Haglady had figured out where he was, and watched him through one of her many magic crystals. When she saw that he had closed his eyes, she turned the walls around him inward, to trap him. He would have no choice but to give her a reason to arrest and imprison him.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was trapped. It was his fault for letting his guard down, he supposed. What to do, he wondered. How to get out of such a troubling situation? It was quite a tricky puzzle.

His first thought was to climb up and over the walls, but they were too smooth, even though they were built with bricks. Whoever had constructed them was very careful to leave as little room as possible in between the stones. His next idea was to break down the walls with force, but there was nothing around to break them with, and he was not strong enough to break them himself.

That's when his third idea popped up. He could see if these walls defied logic, like most everything else in the Labyrinth. He had learned from earlier traps that sometimes things responded like things they were not, but could possibly be. Perhaps it would work here, too.

He walked up to one of the walls, and knocked three times. To his surprise, the wall moved outward to let him through. It was like he'd always told himself, and the children of his village: there is an answer to every puzzle.

Inside her castle, the Haglady was furious. How could a normal person get out of one of her traps? It was unthinkable. She had spent a good five minutes thinking of how to properly trap him.

At this point, she was beyond trying to think of reasons to arrest him. She'll just capture him herself, she figured. After all, he's only a human. How hard could it be?

"This place might make for a better story than just that one little goblin," Jordan told himself while he continued wandering around. There was nothing quite like feeling all the possible stories bubble up in his head, each one waiting to pop and reveal its words.

He had reached a very large gate, with what looked like an unfinished mechanical giant guarding it. He could tell it was unfinished, because the several pieces had not been assembled. It was just arms and legs and a torso, just strewn out everywhere in front of the gate. The pieces were so huge that Jordan had to climb over them just to reach the door.

When he finally had climbed over all the pieces, though, a surprise waited for him. A dozen or so goblins were waiting on the other side of the different pieces. All at once, they attacked him. They should have been able to beat him easily by outnumbering him, but he had his clever wits to help him.

His limber body could maneuver the mechanical limbs more easily than the scrawny and clumsy goblins could. He would get the attention of two goblins, one on either side of a limb, and let them climb up to get to him, then he would jump down right before they grabbed him. They would bash their heads together and knock themselves out.

When all of the goblins had been defeated, Jordan pushed open the door, and entered the saddest looking little town he had ever seen. It appeared to have stood for centuries, without ever being fixed up, even if it needed it. Any statues or fountains had never been dusted, and all the pipes had been rusted beyond repair. There were definitely citizens, though. He heard them shut their doors as he easily strolled through the town and up to the castle.

Inside the castle, he came across the throne room first. The Haglady sat on her throne, but she was easily half of Jordan's height. He wondered how such a frail looking lady ever came to power.

"I see you solved my Labyrinth," the Haglady said in anger that you could see rising off of her skin like steam. "Why?"

"Why did I solve this?" he asked himself. "I needed something to do, I guess." He thought for a minute more. "A story had to be told."

"A story, you say?" the Haglady said, taunting as she got up and circled around Jordan. "And who is going to listen to such a silly story about a young man who went through a maze for no reason at all?"

"The children of my village would listen," he said. "They always listen-"

"They are children," the Haglady interrupted. "Children have no taste. Besides, how will they listen if you can't ever leave?"

"Of course I'm leaving," he said back. "I made it through in one piece, beat all your tricks and traps, there's nothing else for me to do except go back!"

"My Labyrinth, my rules," the Haglady said. She was very absolute about this statement. Nobody simply leaves the Labyrinth, you see. Not without a fight, anyway.

"Well, that's not fair, is it?" Jordan said.

"I always hated that phrase," the Haglady told him. "Tell you what, if you can beat me in a battle of wits, I will let you leave."

"Piece of cake," Jordan said.

"I hate that phrase, too," the Haglady said. With that, both the Haglady and Jordan vanished, and reappeared into a new place. It was completely black, and the only thing Jordan could see was himself.

He had never been in a battle of wits like this one. He assumed it meant he had to solve another puzzle. That's not how witches battle, though. When witches have a battle of wits, they literally pit their minds and consciousness against one another, and whoever has the stronger mind comes out victorious.

The Haglady was strong, but she wasn't expecting Jordan to be as strong as he was. They had almost absolutely equal power, but it was in different categories. Where the Haglady was strong with ruling ability and magic, Jordan was strong with cleverness and imagination. They were too equaled, in fields that were too unrelated. There could be no winner.

Normally, in a battle of wits, the winner would be the only one to return into the realm of reality. But since this one had no winner, and only one could return, their minds and memories melded together, mixing in an irregular form, and so did their bodies. Even to this day, you can see how the result is a combination of the two.

Now, the person that was two people has blonde, unruly hair, which seems too long for the masculine body it was placed on. The eyes don't even match, but when one personality overpowers another, the other eye changes to match the person in control. Now the two people are forever in a battle over who is the real owner of the terrifying mixture of the two. Over time, they'd even gotten their own names confused with each other, settling on a combination name of sorts: Jareth.

Did you like that story? I hope so. Otherwise, I went through all that for nothing. I'll tell the one about the girl next time, I promise.