A harsh wind blew, causing the young girl to give a sigh of frustration. She had lost her page yet again due to the unforgiving elements that New England was known for. She took a deep breath, closed her emerald colored eyes, and started again. "For my kingdom is as great," she paused again. "Why can't I ever remember that damn line!" She slammed the book shut and pet the beast behind her to soothe her mind. The beast was, in fact, her faithful dog Merlin. "Oh Merlin, how will I ever get anywhere in this world if I can't even remember one stupid line!" The girl exclaimed dramatically. Seven chimes of a clock was heard and the girls face morphed into one of panic. "Or keep track of time! Seven Oclock already! Karen is for sure going to murder me this time…"
The teen began running, her straight brown locks trailing behind her as faithfully as her dog. She was almost halfway to her destination when little drops of water started falling from the sky. But the girl did not stop her furious jog, just as a white owl never stopped watching and following her as faithfully as her beast. By the time she had arrived to her quaint house her and the beast were already soaking wet and greeted by a furious trophy wife. "Look at you! Not only are you late but now you're filthy as well."
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time and-" She stopped and gingerly touched her now sore cheek. Karen had slapped her?
"Now Sarah, go inside and speak to your father, I am sure Robert will not tolerate this behavior either." Sarah began to walk inside, accompanied by her faithful beast, when Karen stopped her. "Leave the dog, idiot." Karen sneered. Sarah sighed and told Merlin to go into the garage. "I swear you must get such foolishness from your mother, it's no wonder she walked out on you. " Karen mumbled.
Sarah continued walking, choosing to ignore the offensive statement. When she got up to her bedroom she slammed the door shut in frustration. "What does she know about Mom, if anything Karen is the foolish one for marrying that man." Sarah mumbled to herself while getting changed into a long poets shirt and jeans. A knock was heard on the door, a knock so forceful it rattled the childish trinkets that were throughout the room. "Come in!" A tall man holding an adorable little boy came in. "Tell me what happened Sarah." The man who was her father commanded.
She sighed and began, "I was reading a book in the park and I lost track of time. I'm sorry." The fathers eyes showed no hints into what he was thinking. But from past experiences, Sarah knew.
"What kind of book?" He asked sternly. Sarah looked away, practically admitting her guilt to the established lawyer.
"Fiction," she mumbled. Roberts face stayed the same except for the bulging of a vein in his forehead that showed his anger.
"You know we talked about this Sarah. Fiction is not a suitable read when you are older than seven. Now give it here." His hand extended, waiting for the book to be placed in it. Knowing that if she refused it would cause even more trouble so Sarah relented her precious book. Her father looked at it, "The Labyrinth," he sneered. "What a stupid name." He placed the young boy gently into the hands of the girl and turned on his heel to walk out. "We will return at midnight."
"Have fun!" She called out to him. The door slammed shut in response. "Alright Tobes," the girl said addressing the little boy with a smile. "Wanna hear a story?" The little tot gurgled happily at the thought of a story which he was seldom read. Sarah sighed, getting into character. What fun would the story be without acting it out to her eager audience? "There once was a girl who the Goblin King had fallen in love with and gave her special powers." As the story continued the weather outside began to worsen. It was as if to cover from the storm that an innocent looking owl with pearly white feathers perched himself on a branch. The branch was conveniently located in a position where it faced directly into the room. But of course that was purely accidental, why would an owl wish to peer in on the girl that was so emphatically acting out a story for her younger half brother? The girl, was currently teasing her brother. "Oh what were those words? I want? No, no… I-" The toddler let out a giggle and shook his head as if asking her not to say it. In the background murmuring could be heard.
"I wish! What is so hard about 'I wish!'" Of course to the girl the murmuring just sounded like the old house settling.
"Thats right! Angrily the girl exclaimed, 'I wish the Goblins would take you away…" She settled her brother into her bed, and wrapped him tight in blankets. "Right now." And she kissed his forehead softly. With that being said the windows shattered and an owl flew in. But do not be mistaken my dear readers, the owl never flew out. A dangerous looking man took the place of the owl and looked the poor terrified girl straight in the eye. And that, is where our story begins.
Alright guys lemme know what you think, the next chapter will definitely be longer but I wanted to leave it here. Review please so I know if its any better than what it was before!
