Valarie sat there on her bed concentrating. "Come on. Come on. Just give me something," she said rather frustrated. She had been sitting in her room forever working on this spell. Something started to form in her hands. "Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. The shape suddenly fanished from her hands. Valerie grunted and flopped down on her bed.
"This is impossible!" Valarie cried out. She took off her black tiara and stared at it in her hands. "Maybe I'm just not a princess of the goblins. How can I call myself that if I can't even make one crystal?" Valarie asked herself in frustration.
Valarie had recently turned sixteen and was now six feet tall. She had extremely pale skin and light blue eyes. She always wore a black silk dress and leather cape that both stretched down to her feet. She also always wore a pair of black leather boots and a necklace of silver with a crescent moon shaped pendent. Her hair was of a light blonde, was always fluffed up and stretched down her back.
"Who am I kidding? I can't live up to my father's name. I'll never be able to accomplish anything," Valarie grunted and pulled her pillow over her face.
Suddenly there was a small knock at Valarie's door.
Meanwhile, back to the Above, Sarah was having a little trouble with her family.
"But, Mom…" Henry tried to explain to his mother.
"No buts, Henry," Sarah said sternly. "Magic does not exist, so stop with these tall-tales about goblin kings and magical labyrinths," Sarah said rather annoyed.
Henry was now sixteen and was six feet tall just like Valarie. He had short, dark black hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin. Henry was a good student and a good person, but he had always loved the supernatural and became obsessed with fantasy. Most of the time, Sarah could see Henry as herself before she went on that crazy adventure all those years ago. However, she didn't want him to end up the same way she did.
"Uncle Toby believes me," Henry stated.
"He is your crazy uncle and I'm your mother," Sarah stated. "I want no more of this magic business. Understand?"
Henry just got so upset that he just stormed out and went to his room. Sarah stood there and sighed. It pained her to lie to her son about her past, but she couldn't tell him what really happened.
Back in the Underground, Valarie's door opened to reveal a man. He had large blonde hair and wore tall leather boots. It was Jereth, king of the goblins.
"Valarie? What's going on in here?" Jereth asked the distressed princess.
"Nothing, Dad. You don't have to waste your time with me," Valarie mumbled from under her pillow.
"No luck I'm guessing?" Jareth asked as he sat down next to Valarie, who still had her head under her pillow.
"No," Valarie grunted. "I'm an absolute disgrace."
"Now, now. Don't be talking that way," Jareth said. "If don't start getting some confidence in yourself, you'll never be able to use your magic."
"How can I have any confidence in myself if I can't do anything right?" Valarie mumbled.
"Your time will come when you least expect it," Jareth quietly stated.
Valarie still didn't move. Jareth just stood there trying to think of a way to host his daughter's confidence.
Sudenly there was a pounding at the door. A goblin came running in breathing heavily and panicking. "Your Majesty! Your Majesy!" the goblin cried.
"What is it?" Jareth sighed. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
"Sorry, Your Majesty, but it's an emergency!" the goblin cried. The goblin had now caught Jareth's attention.
"Well, what is it?" Jareth asked.
"We have reason to believe that someone has come to the labyrinth by themself," the goblin stated.
"What?" Jareth asked sternly.
"They came here, and they didn't say the words or lose anyone," the goblin explained.
"Is that even possible?" Valarie asked getting up off her bed.
"It's possible, but it can only be done by certain creatures," Jareth said looking out on the labyrinth. "It seems like it's time to see an old friend," Jareth said as he and Valarie teleported out of the bedroom.