Hello,

Many of you are reading this because you watched a movie and liked the story... well I have something to tell you, they did a terrible job. The Labyrinth, the step-mother, the parents, they messed it all up, even that oh-so-popular- Goblin King. I'm here to tell you the truth about the Labyrinth and what happened to the young sixteen year old, girl who wished away her brother. Yes, I was naive but I was not the uptight little girl that Jennifer Connelly and Hensen Films portrayed me to be hm, not even close. So please read carfully and keep your mind opened for the impossibilities to come.

Yours Truly,

Sarah Williams

Five years ago to this day!, wow how time flies. I was in the park a few blocks from my house, my favorite place in the world, beautiful flowers, wonderful breeze, radiant sun shine, this was home to a girl like me. A sixteen year old girl in a fairy dress, I could come here to dream, wish, forget. The mother who was gone, the father who forgot, the step-mother who hated, and the half-brother who was oddly wrenched in too all of it.

I could be any one I wanted to be here, the beautiful princess stuck in a tower, the brave female knight saving villages from horrible creatures, the radiant heroine saving her brother from a terrifying yet handsome Goblin King. Ah, that was my favorite story, for some reason my imagination seemed to run away with its storyline i would imagine myself running down long coridors when I read "The Labyrinth" I was always the young girl. The awsomness of a Handsom King singling out a young girl just made me giddy, in my own fantasies I always made a few twists on the plot, like the King fell in love with the girl at the end. Asking for forgivness from the horrible things he had done, he would sweep her off her feet and they would live happily ever after eternally, but being sixteen i knew full well, deep down in my being that this fantasy would never come true.

*anyway back to what i was say*- the park

Here I could be, truly, utterly alone. Not having to do anything but imagine, dream, wish. Today I was acting out "The Labyrinth". Ha, little did I know that this little fantasy would become painfully real in the very near future.

Owls, wonderful creatures, both beautiful and terrifying, a predator. I love owls, they're amazing birds. For some reason, unforseen, I've always had a strange fascination with them, they have a terrific beauty that I have not seen in any other of Gods creation, but with this beauty comes feeling of dread, their eyes almost make you want to turn around and run , but I overcame this urge to chase down a beautiful white barn owl to play the villain for my fantasy... little did I know that the irony behind this part of my story would also become strongly evident.

"Give me the child" I took on the stance of heroine, I stood up straighter I made my voice sound older and imgined the regal king standing infront of me. The owl looked at me with perpetual interest, I half expected it to fly away but, to my surprise, it stayed perched on the side of the bridge, almost like a very well-made statue. "Through dangers untold" I stepped forward and stared at the owl, it rustled its feathers and continued to watch, but all i saw was a scared villan acknowlaging that he was about to loose. " I have fought my way here to the castle, Beyond the Goblin City," I took another step and gestured behind me as if to show a long stretch of land behind me then looked back at the horrible Goblin King and it was then that I noticed, this owl had mismatched eyes one was a ice blue and the other, a warm brown. "Thats odd" I thought to myself but I couldn't keep myself from thinking of just how amazing those eyes would be on a tall man, I shook my head and looked back at it, to see it cock its beak in a way that curiously resembled a smirk. I cleared my mind and kept going. "To take back the child that you have stollen." I started to glare at it, no longer imagining the Goblin King but instead getting frustrated witht his seemingly cocky owl. " For my will is as strong as yours, and my Kingdom as great!" I practicly yelled this and took another step toward the bird. A roll of thunder got my attention, no it wasn't the thunder, it was a whisper "Sarah" it said to me. "Wow that was freaky...maybe its just the wind..." I thought "okay back to it."

"My kingdom as great...hmm ...DAMNIT! I can't remember where I was... lets see OH ya thats it." I stood up and looked at the owl , "I didn't know owls could smirk like that. I didn't know owls could smirk at all!"

"You have no power over me." In that moment... a clap of thunder, white wings, the clock tower...The Clock Tower!

"Oh NO! I'm going to be late AGAIN!" I started to run then another whisper "Keep dreaming Sarah" mademe stop in my tracksI looked up at the owl perched in a tree "It might just happen" I stared at the owl "Great! I'm going crazy! I'm hearing owls TALK!" The owl smiled and then winked at me. I just stood there, shocked as I watched the owl fly away. "Okey first it smirks like it understands me, then it winks at me like im supposed to understand it..." and i began to think that there was something much bigger than just my odd fantasies a work. But i was brought of my thoughts by the clocktowers bell, "AH!!" I exclaimed to myself, "Yup Keranzilla is going to crucify me...AGAIN" and I started to run again, all the time thinking *something is happening. Oh no! Is this when old men in white coats come and take me away? I wander if those straight jackets are squishy at all... Okay Sarah! Back to it, no time to be random.