Sarah rushed back and forth in the kitchen, grabbing essentials for her children's lunch boxes. She could hear them quite clearly upstairs, fighting over something that was not brought to her attention. She stopped in front of the sink, "KIDS! Lets go you're going to be late!"

Then there came a roar, like a stampede down the stairs. Sarah jumped, shook her head, and then continued to finish the lunches. Chris ran into the kitchen with a squirt gun in his hand. "Destroy all evil forces!" He spun around squirting his sister Brittany.

"Mom! Tell the little jerk to stop!" Brittany said running toward her brother.

"Brittany, don't call your brother a jerk, Chris give me the gun." Sarah held her hand open. Chris rolled his eyes and handed her the gun. Once she stored the gun on top of the fridge out of reach from the short 11 year old, she turned and smiled at the two. "Where is Melody?"

On que, the tall, beautiful girl walked into the kitchen followed by her further. "I was just asking Dad for homework help." Melody smiled taking her place next to Brittany at the bar.

Sarah's husband, Josh, walked over with a wide grin and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Good morning." He whispered in her ear. He walked over, grabbed his cup of coffee, and examined the magazine he had brought in with him.

Sarah observed her family. She had grown up so much over the years. She was a successful play writer and mother. Her husband, she met in college, he was one of the most attractive guys on the campus, when they met, and they're relationship sparked. After both taking writing courses, they graduated after four long years, and got married. They're number one hit, a musical, "Into The Labyrinth."

Sarah's dream had made her famous. She could never get that journey out of her head. If it was a dream…then it haunted her daily. She could never go through at least one day without thinking of the Labyrinth, even after 25 years! It seemed as if…HE haunted her. She felt like it was her punishment to never forget that man, because she left him, that magical realm, and defeating the whole challenge.

Melody, her oldest, looked no different from herself back when she was young. She had such beauty in her, and a marvelous imagination, just like herself when she was her age. Sarah always encouraged Melody's mind to expand with her imagination, and to pretend to be in a different world. At the same time, Sarah had to stop her, to remind her that this was reality. She was scared that Melody might…be captured.

Sarah was protective over Melody. She never let Melody in her life babysit a single child, or her own siblings. Sarah wasn't concerned as much over Chris, and Brittany as much as Melody. Brittany took a different direction from the imagination state it seemed Melody and Chris had gone through. She was part of the "preppy" clique at school. Her blonde hair and blue eyes her and her brother inherited from they're father, seemed to drag her into the modeling division. For only being 13 she was off at an amazing start. She had been a "Lil Teen"

magazine star, she posed, she got money, and she got lots of free clothes.

Chris was way different! He loved war, the army, secret agents, ninjas, and pirates. If it was violence, he was in love with it. As far as his imagination went, it went no further than the battlefield.

Melody was her treasure, her first child, her only child that shared her golden chestnut hair, her hazel eyes, and her imagination.

"She will soon be all mine, Sarah." A soft, sleek, voice said in Sarah's head. Sarah jumped looking around for the owner of the voice.

"Mom is going loony!" Chris yelled out, laughing.

"Are you okay mom?" Melody asked eyeing her mother in a weird fashion. "You wouldn't stop staring at me, and I kept calling your name…."

Sarah shook her head smiling. "Wow talk about SPACE OUT!"

"Space out" Brittany shrieked. "You are so uncool!" Brittany jumped out of her seat and walked out of the kitchen while texting someone on her cell.

"Can I have the squirt gun back now?" Chris said catching his mother's vibe. Sarah gave him a sly smile, turning around she grabbed the water toy, handing it to her son. "Forces attack!" Chris took off after his sister. In a short time you could hear Brittany's screams.

Sarah looked back at Melody with a wink, "Come on, and get ready its time for school."

Melody smiled, jumped out of her seat and went to her mom and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you for lunch." She went and hugged her Dad, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She reached behind and grabbed all three lunchboxes.

"Your welcome." Sarah looked over at Josh, "Go get those goblins will you, before they rip each other apart."

"Oh! I wanted to tell you something Mom! And it is about goblins, I have been dreaming about them!" Melody yelled out with a wide grin grabbing her book bag.

"Dreaming of the your future musical are we now." Her dad smiled before exiting the kitchen.

"Not if my mind switched the Queen of Goblins to the King of Goblins!" Melody yelled after her dad. Sarah at the time was putting the cereal bowls in the sink, but dropped them on the ground before making it to the sink, making them shatter all over the ground. "MOM!" Sarah shrieked jumping back.

Sarah slowly turned her gaze from the floor to her daughter. "You have been dreaming of what?"

Melody bent down and started picking up the big shattered pieces of the bowls. "The Goblin King, instead of The Goblin Queen."

Sarah shook her head, not once in her life, ever, did she tell her family about the Goblin King, not even Josh! It was impossible, unless she was just twisting the story.

"I drew him." Melody said, breaking Sarah's concentration.

"Let me see." Sarah demanded.

Melody looked into the eyes of her mother, shocked at her stern voice. She slowly stood up and grabbed her bag, unzipping one of the pouches she pulled out a colored sketch on regular notebook paper. Melody had a gift for drawing, so her pictures were very accurate, and incredibly good. She handed Sarah the picture. Hopefully it wouldn't look like him at all...

Sarah dropped what was in her hands of the broken bowls. There before her eyes was a perfect image of Jareth.