Chapter 1: The Stepmother
Sarah was back at her house to spend the holidays with her father, stepmother, and half-brother. It was nine o' clock when at night when she and her brother Toby were in the kitchen while their parents were out. All of a sudden he stated.
"Faeries aren't real."
"What makes you think that, Toby?" Sarah said surprised and saddened by the remark.
"They just aren't. The kids at school say they aren't, and if they were, I could see them. Just like how trolls, and serpents, and unicorns, and goblins."
"Goblins are real." Sarah said this with such sternness and severity that the room lay silent for a moment. "Toby, maybe I should tell you something. A story. A true story that involved you. And me. And goblins. It was about seven years ago. I was supposed to watch you while Dad and Stepmother went out. I was angry because I always had to watch you. Your screaming and crying was not helping, and Stepmother had gone into my room and taken my bear, Lancelot, and given it to you without my consent. I couldn't take it anymore. First she had taken my mother's place, then she was taking my father, now she was infringing her desires on my life and possessions. You were still screaming uncontrollably when I walked out of your room and wishes that the Goblin king would take you away. He did. When I realized my mistake, it was too late. He had already planned on keeping you by turning you into a goblin, and keeping me in his heart, as he was in mine at the time. In order to get you back, I had to make my way through a vast Labyrinth to get to the Goblin Castle inside the very center in less than thirteen hours. I achieved my goal with not a second to spare."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I wouldn't lie to you. I tell you my story is indeed true."
"Prove it."
"I will. Come with me," Sarah led her brother into the room that was formerly her own. She opened the closet door and called, "Hoggle! Are you there? Come out! I wish to see you! It's Sarah!"
Nothing. She sat down on the floor as her heart dropped a bit. She thought to herself, "maybe since I don't live in this room any longer, they don't come here anymore." A tear swelled in her eye and crept down her face. Toby rolled his eyes.
"Don't cry now, Sarah, I'm here,"
"HOGGLE!" Sarah jumped up, kneeled down again and threw her arms around him. He was about half her height with brown wrinkled skin and was wearing many objects, especially the plastic bracelet that Sarah had given him so long ago which was worn prominently on his wrist.
"W-w-who is t-that?" questioned the startled to the extreme Toby as he pointed. Then he said almost fearfully, "Is he a goblin?"
"No. The name's Hoggle and I'm not a goblin. And who might you be?"
Toby was still in shock.
"That's Toby, my little brother."
"The one you rescued from Jareth."
"Right. You see Toby, my story is true."
Toby still stood in disbelief, but a question soon popped into his mind.
"So I could just wish that the Goblin King would take someone away and it could happen?"
"No," said Hoggle. "You have to really want him to take whoever away with the very depths of your heart. You have to truly believe in the Goblin King and the Labyrinth as Sarah did. Jareth also has to really desire the wish to come true. Only then can you wish someone away."
Just then, the front door opened and slammed. The voices of Sarah's father and Stepmother could be heard.
"Well my parents will hear about this," and the tattletale ran over to Hoggle and pinned him down to the carpet and yelled, "MOM! DAD! COME UP HERE! QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP!"
"Toby! Shhh! Hoggle is my friend. We're not going to send you back to the Labyrinth. No! Toby Stop! You'll hurt him! He helped me get through the Labyrinth. No Toby! Stop!"
"What the hell is going on here?!" yelled the Stepmother. She grabbed Toby away from Hoggle and tied the dwarf to a chair with a bed sheet. "How did he get here? Why is he tracking his filth into my house?!"
"His name is Hoggle. He's from the Labyrinth."
"What?"
"The Labyrinth, like in the book, the magical land ruled by Jareth the Goblin King." The Stepmother's eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted to a horrible shape.
"I see that you to have met Jareth."
"It was seven years ago. I have not seen him since, nor do I wish to again."
"She wished that he would take me away and turn me into a goblin."
"WHAT?!" From out of nowhere, the Stepmother pulled a dagger from inside her skirt and pointed it at Sarah's neck. "Do you mean to tell me that Jareth went against me?!"
"I don't understand, he was only doing my will because he loved me..."
"Oh, but there is a lot more to the story that you do not know, but you shall never find out as I will kill you." She raised the knife and swung at Sarah's heart. The girl closed her eyes and accepted her coming death when she hears the clash of metal against bone and a fierce cry of pain that was not her own. In front of her stood her father, blood and flesh dripping onto the tan rug from the puncture the blade had made in his chest.
"NO!" screamed Sarah and she dropped over her dead father. Then without thinking she shouted, "Goblin King! Goblin King! Take me away from here!"
"You have to wish, Sarah," Hoggle muttered. The Stepmother was about to make another stab with her knife.
"I wish the Goblin King would take me away, right now." The dagger was an inch from her neck when there was a flash of blinding light and Sarah was borne away on a giant owl. She fell unconscious and knew nothing of what happened for several hours.
Sarah was back at her house to spend the holidays with her father, stepmother, and half-brother. It was nine o' clock when at night when she and her brother Toby were in the kitchen while their parents were out. All of a sudden he stated.
"Faeries aren't real."
"What makes you think that, Toby?" Sarah said surprised and saddened by the remark.
"They just aren't. The kids at school say they aren't, and if they were, I could see them. Just like how trolls, and serpents, and unicorns, and goblins."
"Goblins are real." Sarah said this with such sternness and severity that the room lay silent for a moment. "Toby, maybe I should tell you something. A story. A true story that involved you. And me. And goblins. It was about seven years ago. I was supposed to watch you while Dad and Stepmother went out. I was angry because I always had to watch you. Your screaming and crying was not helping, and Stepmother had gone into my room and taken my bear, Lancelot, and given it to you without my consent. I couldn't take it anymore. First she had taken my mother's place, then she was taking my father, now she was infringing her desires on my life and possessions. You were still screaming uncontrollably when I walked out of your room and wishes that the Goblin king would take you away. He did. When I realized my mistake, it was too late. He had already planned on keeping you by turning you into a goblin, and keeping me in his heart, as he was in mine at the time. In order to get you back, I had to make my way through a vast Labyrinth to get to the Goblin Castle inside the very center in less than thirteen hours. I achieved my goal with not a second to spare."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I wouldn't lie to you. I tell you my story is indeed true."
"Prove it."
"I will. Come with me," Sarah led her brother into the room that was formerly her own. She opened the closet door and called, "Hoggle! Are you there? Come out! I wish to see you! It's Sarah!"
Nothing. She sat down on the floor as her heart dropped a bit. She thought to herself, "maybe since I don't live in this room any longer, they don't come here anymore." A tear swelled in her eye and crept down her face. Toby rolled his eyes.
"Don't cry now, Sarah, I'm here,"
"HOGGLE!" Sarah jumped up, kneeled down again and threw her arms around him. He was about half her height with brown wrinkled skin and was wearing many objects, especially the plastic bracelet that Sarah had given him so long ago which was worn prominently on his wrist.
"W-w-who is t-that?" questioned the startled to the extreme Toby as he pointed. Then he said almost fearfully, "Is he a goblin?"
"No. The name's Hoggle and I'm not a goblin. And who might you be?"
Toby was still in shock.
"That's Toby, my little brother."
"The one you rescued from Jareth."
"Right. You see Toby, my story is true."
Toby still stood in disbelief, but a question soon popped into his mind.
"So I could just wish that the Goblin King would take someone away and it could happen?"
"No," said Hoggle. "You have to really want him to take whoever away with the very depths of your heart. You have to truly believe in the Goblin King and the Labyrinth as Sarah did. Jareth also has to really desire the wish to come true. Only then can you wish someone away."
Just then, the front door opened and slammed. The voices of Sarah's father and Stepmother could be heard.
"Well my parents will hear about this," and the tattletale ran over to Hoggle and pinned him down to the carpet and yelled, "MOM! DAD! COME UP HERE! QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP!"
"Toby! Shhh! Hoggle is my friend. We're not going to send you back to the Labyrinth. No! Toby Stop! You'll hurt him! He helped me get through the Labyrinth. No Toby! Stop!"
"What the hell is going on here?!" yelled the Stepmother. She grabbed Toby away from Hoggle and tied the dwarf to a chair with a bed sheet. "How did he get here? Why is he tracking his filth into my house?!"
"His name is Hoggle. He's from the Labyrinth."
"What?"
"The Labyrinth, like in the book, the magical land ruled by Jareth the Goblin King." The Stepmother's eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted to a horrible shape.
"I see that you to have met Jareth."
"It was seven years ago. I have not seen him since, nor do I wish to again."
"She wished that he would take me away and turn me into a goblin."
"WHAT?!" From out of nowhere, the Stepmother pulled a dagger from inside her skirt and pointed it at Sarah's neck. "Do you mean to tell me that Jareth went against me?!"
"I don't understand, he was only doing my will because he loved me..."
"Oh, but there is a lot more to the story that you do not know, but you shall never find out as I will kill you." She raised the knife and swung at Sarah's heart. The girl closed her eyes and accepted her coming death when she hears the clash of metal against bone and a fierce cry of pain that was not her own. In front of her stood her father, blood and flesh dripping onto the tan rug from the puncture the blade had made in his chest.
"NO!" screamed Sarah and she dropped over her dead father. Then without thinking she shouted, "Goblin King! Goblin King! Take me away from here!"
"You have to wish, Sarah," Hoggle muttered. The Stepmother was about to make another stab with her knife.
"I wish the Goblin King would take me away, right now." The dagger was an inch from her neck when there was a flash of blinding light and Sarah was borne away on a giant owl. She fell unconscious and knew nothing of what happened for several hours.