Goblin princess

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, not too long ago as a matter of fact, there lived a goblin princess, named celeste. She was the daughter of the goblin king, jarath and lived in a castle beyond a goblin city in the center of a labyrinth. She was a fun-loving one, she loved to take risks, like rock climbing near the bog of eternal stench and catching fairies.

One day the king himself was searching the labyrinth for her, but celeste was nowhere to be found. Finally he heard her voice coming from the dark forest.

Celeste's P.O.V

I jumped onto the stage in front of a crowd of fireys, wearing my usual outfit, black leather pants with a leather skirt and a white puffy sleeved blouse and black leather riding boots. My hair was the same color as my dad's only mine was straightened.

I was about to sing for the fireys but I wasn't nervous, I was never one to have stage fright. I started to sing their favorite song:

(AN: chilly down by David Bowie)

When the sun goes down
And the bats are back to bed
The brothers come 'round
I get out of my dirty bed

I shake my pretty little head
Tap my pretty little feet
Feeling brighter than sunlight
Louder than thunder
Bouncing like a yo-yo

Don't got no problems
Ain't got no suitcase
Ain't got no clothes to worry about
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry
Or gold mines to hang me up

I just throw in my hand
With the chilliest bunch in the land
They don't look much
They sure chilly chilly
They positively glow, glow

I started to dance around the stage as they yelled and cheered.

Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang
Act tall with the fire gang
Good times, bad food
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down, chilly down

Drive you crazy, really lazy
Eye rollin', funky strollin'
Ball playin', hip swayin'
Trouble makin', booty shakin'

Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing
Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing
Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'
Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'
With the mackin' sex appealin'
Can you dig our groovy feelin'?

So when things get too tough
And your chin is dragging on the ground
And even down looks up
Bad luck

We can show you a good time
And we don't charge nothin'
Just strut your nasty stuff
Wiggle in the middle yeah
Get the town talkin', fire gang

Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down

I was having a great time then for some reason they stopped cheering and backed away like they were scared of me for some reason. I stopped singing.

"Guys, what's wrong?" I asked.

They pointed behind me I turned and saw my father, king jarath, standing behind me, hands on hips, and chin jutted.

"Hello, father" I said.

"Celeste" he greeted "get back to the castle. Now!"

I rolled my eyes and groaned under my breath, but went into my owl form and flew back to the castle beyond the goblin city.

AN: please tell me what you think! R&R!