On The Brightside Wishes Can Come True

by KatiSourr

When Norelle was a child she had a goblin for a best friend. As time went by Norelle had to grow up and her best friend had to leave, but not without telling her all she needed to do was say the right words.

1. Prologue

On The Brightside; Wishes Can Come True

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or its characters.

Prologue –

Once upon a time, there lived a very curious little girl. She not only knew goblins existed; she knew they were the cause of most mayhem; especially around her house.

It was one curious day she decided to set a trap. Now she could finally prove to her step-father that it wasn't her that tracked mud in the house or ruined mother's best dress with red lipstick. She waited patiently, hoping that the mud pies she left inside would lure them faster. After what seemed like hours, a little bell chimed. She had caught one. Peering through the bushes she was hiding behind, she could see a small creature nibbling on a piece of pie, not seeming to notice she was trapped in a cage.

The little girl crept up slowly towards the cage and peered inside, "I've finally caught you." She whispered.

The goblin was small, about two feet and had smooth brown leather skin. Green mischievous eyes were staring back at the curious girl. Her small purple cap was lopsided on her head, auburn hair sticking splayed around the edges and trailing down her small back. She had large pointed ears that stuck out at the sides, with several earrings and chains dangling from each one. The clothes she wore were worn and filthy. A purple vest draped over her dark green tank top and her black Capri's had holes in the knees. A belt with all sorts of jewels and treasures was hanging loosely off her waist. And she was grinning, a small gap in between the front of her teeth; staring at the girl raising a brow, "You've finally caught me." She mimicked.

The curious girl furrowed her brow uncertain of what to say next. She opened the cage door and crawled inside, "You've gotten me in a lot of trouble you know." She sat down next to the goblin picking up some mud and sticking it in her mouth.

The goblin's grin grew wider and she faced the girl, "Can't help, what's already been done," she said in a thick Irish accent.

"It's not fair," replied the curious girl.

"You don't know the half of it."