A/N- Yay, my first fanfic! Hope you guys enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Accidently Wished Away

Mr. Harris walked into the classroom with a can of coke in one hand and a stapled essay in another. "What is the meaning of this?" asked as he as he sat down at his desk in front of a girl with wavy black hair (the only other person in the room). "I asked you to give me a research paper two weeks ago now and you give me this?" He tossed the essay on his desk. "Yeah, and I did give you a research paper." Maggie said. "This is not a research paper. This is something out of a fairytale book. You decided to research on fairies and gnomes?" Mr. Harris replied. "Because they're real!" Maggie protested. Mr. Harris rubbed his forehead.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not write anymore mythical or magical things and just stick to the prompt?"

"It's called 'expression' and ….."

"No, no, no. I don't want to hear it. I'm calling your mother this time." Mr. Harris interrupted annoyed as he started rummaging through his desk drawer to find the phone number.

"You can leave now."

"But…."

"Now."

"If I could just expla…."

"Do you want detention again?" Mr. Harris said as he stopped dialing the number and looked up at the girl.

"This is ridiculous!" Maggie said as she strapped her messenger bag across her chest and stormed out of the classroom.

Maggie walked home alone on the cold, cloudy Friday evening. It was raining earlier and the ground was wet. Maggie wore her black boots with dark skinny jeans, a stripped purple and black shirt that was a little snug, and a leather jacket; completing a rocker look.

She dug her hands in her jacket pockets as she entered the neighborhood. "Today mom and dad are off work early so they would definitely pick up the phone." Maggie thought as she walked. With every step she got closer to home; closer to her mother telling her that fairytales are for children and not for teenagers. It was always the same. Ever since Maggie could remember, her mother had been very quick to dismiss any talk about mythical things. It was as if her mother had lived through a fairytale and wanted to forget about it. Maggie laughed at the thought of her mother running around with fairies and dwarfs.

By this time Maggie had reached her house. It was a two story, white house and looked similar to the other houses on the street. The only difference was the rose garden her mother had planted in the front. Maggie cut across the grass, climbed the few steps up to the porch, and took out her house key. She pushed it into the lock and sighed. "Here goes nothing." She said as she opened the door.

Sarah and her husband, Mark, were sitting at the dining room table talking after getting off the phone with Mr. Harris. They heard the front door open and saw Maggie walk past the dining room and on her way up to her room. "Where do you think you're going young lady?" her father asked while walking out of the room with Sarah close behind. Maggie stopped and turned around. Before she could even open her mouth her mother butted in. "We just got a call from your literature teacher. How many times do I have to tell you to stop writing about that mythical, make- believe stuff?" Sarah said with her hands on her hips. "They're not make- believe! They're real!" Maggie protested.

Mark crossed his arms. "You guys gotta believe me! I've seen them!" Maggie said as she remembered her first time seeing a pixie fly around her room and other magical incidents that had happened since she first found a little red book.

It was years ago when little, curious Maggie had stumbled upon a small box in her parent's walk- in closet. The box was easy to pull out and only held a few items. Inside were pictures of her mother's friends or of her mother and Uncle Toby. There was also a music box that had a girl in a white puffy dress that spun around when you turned the key and it played the most beautiful melody. The last thing in the box, which fascinated Maggie the most, was a small book titled Labyrinth. Maggie read it over and over when her parents were out since her mother kept trying to take the book from her. Maggie never understood why her mother did this…. perhaps it had something to do with her not liking fairytales….

"Maggie…" Sarah started.

"I know, 'they're not real.'" Maggie said finishing Sarah's usual sentence while rolling her eyes. "You just don't understand." With that, Maggie ran up to her room.

"You should talk to her." Mark said turning to his wife. Mark was right. Sarah let out a sigh and started up the stairs.

Maggie threw her messenger bag on the ground beside her door. She paced angrily from the window to the opposite wall. She was already having a difficult day. She was running late to school that morning and had tripped at the front gates. Her papers flew everywhere in the cold breeze and got soaked when they landed on the wet ground. It started raining again while she collected her soggy homework and Maggie had entered class soaking wet (since she forgot her umbrella) 15 minutes late. Her best friend was sick at home and her other friends had club meetings. She didn't really click with anyone at school and only really liked one boy. The same one boy who pushed her into her locker and said "freak" while walking off high fiving his other jock friends and laughing. On top of that, she had failed two tests, one quiz, and now her research paper.

Maggie wished she could just disappear and never come back. It's not like her few friends would really miss her. There was no boyfriend to call up. Both her parents worked practically 24/7 for big company firms and rarely spent time with her. She was an only child and she was alone. The thought of being all alone made Maggie want to cry. "Don't want to ruin my eyeliner." She thought trying to force back tears.

There was a soft knocking on her door. "Okay, let's talk." Sarah said as she entered the room and sat down on Maggie's bed. "There's nothing to talk about." Maggie said angrily as she stared out her window and crossed her arms. "Maggie, really, you can't keep failing literature class. All of your classes for that matter! How do you expect to graduate next year?" Sarah said. "I dunno." Maggie shrugged as she went to the chair at her desk and sat backwards in it so she could face her mother.

With Maggie out of the way, Sarah had a clear view out the window. Outside was tree whose leaves had all fallen off now. Suddenly a dark brown, almost black, owl landed on one of the branches. Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she remembered a certain white owl…..

"You know, I don't care what you or dad or Mr. Harris say! These creatures are real. I'm not crazy! I deserve an A on that paper. It's not fair!" Maggie said. Sarah sighed again.

It's not fair….

"I know you are alone a lot of the time," Sarah said softly, "and it's okay to have imaginary friends. You just can't start mixing them with school and grades. I think this all started when you found that book…"

"Why won't you let me read it? What? Are you afraid a Goblin King is going to take me away or something?" Maggie said.

"Maggie!" Sarah said. "I told you to be careful about what you say and wish for!"

"Oh like, 'I wish the Goblin King would take my parents away right now!' Like that, huh?!" Maggie said throwing her arms up in the air and practically yelling.

Suddenly Maggie's window flew open and the dark brown barn owl flew in; causing glitter to fly everywhere. Maggie and Sarah screamed and covered their faces with their arms. When they looked up, a boy who was around Maggie's age was standing there. He wore a dark grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans, a black belt with studs, and black boots. He had a black cape that reminded Sarah of Jareth's cape when she first saw him. His hair was also the same as Jareth's but only stopped at the end of his neck and was black instead of blonde. His eyes were dark brown and he had a black lip ring. If you took away the cape, he would have fit right in with an emo/ punk band.

"J..J...Jareth?!" Sarah blurted out.

"What? No!" The teenage boy said dusting off his pants. "Jareth's my father. I'm Hunter, the Goblin Prince."

Sarah's mouth fell open. Jareth had a son now? "Well you do have a daughter now…." Her inner voice told her.

"Prince? I thought it was supposed to be king." Maggie spoke up, unimpressed.

"Well I'll become king soon enough." Hunter said in a snooty fashion.

"Yeah, in your dreams…" Maggie said crossing her arms and smirking.

"Tsk. That's what you think. I'll have you know…" Hunter started, when he was suddenly cut off by the sound of thunder in the sky. "Alright! Fine! I'll gather up the wished away mortals…" Hunter said as he snapped his fingers.

Maggie turned around and saw her mother gone. "Mom?" Maggie said worried. "Oh no." She ran out of her room and down the stairs to the dining room. "Dad?" she yelled. Maggie ran back up stairs and into her father's office. "Dad! Mom!" she yelled with panic and worry in her voice.

"You won't find them." A sly voice said as Hunter suddenly poofed into the office. "What do you mean? Have you taken them to the castle beyond the Goblin City?" Maggie asked breathlessly.

"No, I took them to Disneyland." Hunter said in a sarcastic tone.

Maggie gave him a look and walked up to him. "Please," she pleaded, "I didn't mean it. How would I pay for this house? I can hardly even cook! I really only know how to make a sandwich!"

"Well I could always give you your dreams instead." Hunter said persuasively. He formed a clear crystal ball with a wave of his hand and started spinning and turning it across his hands. Maggie looked at it mystified until, only after four seconds, Hunter accidently dropped the crystal and it smashed into a million glass shards on the floor. "Not again…" he said looking down at it.

Maggie looked up from the ground to Hunter. " I need them back!"

"Alright. If you want them back then you'll have to run the labyrinth." Hunter said as he went to stand next to Maggie.

Suddenly the office changed to a hill top. Below it Maggie saw the huge maze and beyond that was the castle where her parents were waiting.

She turned to Hunter as a silver clock appeared next to him. "You have 15 hours to solve the labyrinth or your parents become goblins or whatever." Hunter said as he spun the hands on the clock and, with a wave of his hand, he and the clock disappeared.

Maggie looked back at the castle. "Well, here goes nothing." she sighed as she took her first step.

A/N- Okay! And no, that 15 hours was not a mistake. You'll see why... Please review and comment. Merci!