Hey guys. I got this inspiration from these random dreams I'm always having. I have always wondered what happened after the movie or show ended would happened if I was sucked into the movie or the movie was actually real, so I figured, hey why not tell about from my POV of what would happen. So remember, this partially fiction and non-fiction. So enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Labyrinth or any of its characters or creatures or places. Jim Henson will always be the creator of those great memories. May he rest in peace.

It Begins...

I hate my life right now.

That was the only thing that was running through my mind. I was currently stuck in my family's suburban, travelling to my aunt and uncle's who live about three and half hours from my Montana country home.

I guess should introduce myself. The name's Julianna Tala, age 15, Lakota-Mexican descent, the second-eldest out of four kids. I mainly go by Juli on the account that my name is too long. I was heading towards my uncle's ranch to start my high school years in a nearby town that was about 20 miles away from the property.

My mom was driving so she didn't see my youngest 12-year old sister, Lillian, ANNOY the HELL OUT OF MY MIND and my younger 14-year old brother, Michael, was being…well… my brother. He didn't really do much except what he was told, so he was in his own little world. And I have another sister, but she is away at university, so I only get to talk to her every now and then. My dad was asleep in the passenger seat and when he's out, he's out like a light.

I was trying her best to ignore my sister's constant overlooking, trying to see what I was doing on my laptop. Finally, my mind snapped.

"Get away from me, you little turdball," I growled quietly, moving the laptop screen closer to me. Honestly, I was trying to do my stories and it was kind of hard to do when there is a little owl perched on my shoulder.

"What? It's not like you're doing any work anyways," Lillian snidely commented. Lillian had always picked on me for my grades, saying that I was just plain lazy when she herself didn't do any work. Honestly, not everybody can maintain straight A's in their junior high school courses. Of course I maintained a report card that had mostly A's and a few B's, but I got tired of fighting with her about it.

"Actually, I am! So you better stop hovering over me like a damn fly over a piece of meat or I'm goin' to hurt ya!" I scooted closer to my window sit. Knowing that I made good on my threats, my sister's attention was now on something else while I focused on the passing scenery I had seen so many times. The same hill range, the same trees that were changing their leaves to autumn colors, the same November air that passing around the vehicle. I closed my laptop and thought that this wasn't so bad, if you minus the constant poking and prodding from the others.

Now I wished that I had brought my paranormal romance books or at least brought my DVDs, especially my new Jim Henson's movie, The Labyrinth, or my rare copy of the 1999 movie-converted-dvd, Faeries, but those weren't coming until three days from now with the rest of my stuff.

I always loved fantasy and paranormal stuff, ever since I was little. My first love was the Disney's classic movie, Beauty and the Beast. I loved how the heroine, Belle, was strong and brave for putting her father's life before her own and how she stayed true to her feelings about loving someone based on his personality and not on his apperance. But what I loved the most was when the Belle ignored every comment about her being weird and not like any other girls.

In truth, I thought that I was the same way. I was always the odd one of the group. When the girls at pre-school would play with dolls and stay clean, I would always be playing with the boys outside and not be afraid to get dirty. As I got older, I definitely knew that I wasn't like the other girls. During elementary and junior high school, I was always hanging with the guys and wearing t-shirts and torn pants rather than partying with other girls who wore skirts and makeup. My mother would always complained that I should act more lady-like or try to wear makeup like Lillian.

Of course, I didn't pay attention to my mother when it came to "etiquette"; I was polite and did wear makeup, I just didn't wear the flashy eye-shadow and lipstick and didn't always act accordingly. Honestly, what do you expect out of a girl who has been raised on a ranch for all her life, act like the queen of England? Then I developed a love for books, movies, and tv shows that were always on fantasy and the paranormal, never reality and real-life.

I guess that that's why I read a lot. My life was just plain boring. In books and movies, there was always adventure and there was always excitement. Heck, I even loved the ones where the hero always got the girl in the end or the heroine got her dream guy.

"Kids! We're here!"

My mom's yell brought me out of my stare and I quickly put away everything in my backpack before I got out of the car and on to the dusty drive that was in front of a two-story big farmhouse. I ,with my suitcases, along with my family who had none, walked onto the porch and were just about to open the door when my big, 6' 5" tan skinned uncle, Kane Tala, greeted us at the door. My parents and uncle exchanged greetings and hugs before everybody was moved into the living room.

My uncle quickly grabbed me into a crushing bear-hug, making me drop my stuff, save my backpack. "Aye, how are you, ya little spider monkey?"

I tried my best to answer that one, "I'm okay...(gack)…can you let go…(cough)…oxygen…(gasp)…becoming an option.."

He quickly put my down and patted her shoulder. "Sorry there. Haven't seen you since you were 12. I gotta see how my godchild is holding up and tell her how excited I am to have her stay with us for a while."

I laughed at my uncle's antics. He was always the wildest out of my father's only three siblings, all of whom were men as well. "I'm doing great Uncle Kane. Thanks again for letting me stay here. Where's Aunty Lila and Adrian?" I asked, not bothering to hide the excitement from my voice. I couldn't wait to see my aunt and three-year old cousin. Aunty Lila was like a second mother to me and I couldn't help but love both her and the little boy who had the sweetest personality and the cutest chipmunk cheeks.

"Your aunt is in the kitchen working on the food for the cook-out and lil' Adrian's up in his room. He managed to catch a cold from the pre-school he goes to."

"Oh, poor little guy." I pondered my question before asking, "Is it alright if I go up there and cheer him up?"

"Sure you can go upstairs," he answered. "Just be careful. I don't want you to catching what he's got."

I passed him as I left him to talk with my folks after I kissed both of them bye and made my way to the kitchen that connected to the spiral stairwell. I stopped to say hi to my aunt and she gave me a tray that had a mug of chamomile tea and some honey toast. "Can you give this to Adrian when you go up?" Aunty Lila asked. "The honey toast will help with his cough."

"I will. Thanks Aunty Lila." And with that, I made my way. With my black cowboy boots and their queit thump, I slowly climbed the two-story staircase that spirally led me up to a floor that held a spare room that was to be my room for my stay on my right and on my left, Adrian's room.

I opened the dark oak door that led into a light blue room that had toy airplanes hanging from the slanted ceiling. I could see a small boy reading a pre-school book on a dark blue bed that had red accents on the blankets and across the pillow cases. I gently dropped my backpack on the floor and spoke calmly as to not scare the boy. "Hey Adrian. How are you feeling?"

Adrian put down the book and beamed a smile towards me as I walked towards him. "Juwee! You came!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his way of talking. He was a smart kid for three years old but he had trouble saying certain things, one of those happened to be my name. "Yeah little guy," I ruffled his dark colored spiky hair before I placed the tea on his bedside drawer and gave him the plate of honey toast. "Here. Your mother said this will help."

"Tank you!" He pulled the plate close before taking a bite. "Can you tew me a 'tory?" he asked, crumbs falling out of his mouth. Every time I would come to visit or he would come see me, I would always tell stories and he would loved the ones that I would think of. It was our source of bond between us.

"Okay, okay." I said, wiping the crumbs off the bed before I got off and faced Adrian. "What story do you want to hear?"

Adrian put his forefinger to his jaw and tilted his head, a sign that he was thinking. Then he asked, "To you know anting 'bout kings?"

The only story I could think of was my Labyrinth movie. It wasn't the only one I hadn't told yet. "Hmm. I got one." I got real close to the bed, sitting on my knees to place her chin on the bed, "How about a new story about a princess," Adrian stuck out his tongue and made a "blech," I laughed at this and placed a finger under his mouth to close it, "I'm not finished. It's about a princess who has to rescue her baby brother from a Goblin King."

That definitely got the boy's eye. "I wanna 'ear it, I wanna," he chirped loudly.

"Okay, okay." I pulled up a rocking chair that was near the bed and sit down, keeping an eye on the excited boy that was just about to jump out of bed. Once they were comfortably, me in a chair and Adrian in his bed, I began to tell him the story that I knew in the movie. "Once upon a time, there was young princess. She was beautiful as she was kind. She had many animal friends and loved to read books."

"When are you getting' to ta good part?" Adrian asked me impatiently.

"I was just getting to that. Anyway, the princess's mother died when she was a little girl so her father, the king had to remarry, but the new queen was mean and cruel to the princess. The evil stepmother would always give chores to the princess, never letting her have any fun and when the baby prince was born, the princess's life got worse."

"Worse?"

"It means even more bad."

"Ohh…."

"The princess loved her baby brother, it was just that the evil stepmother would always make the princess watch the baby. So one day, when the king and evil stepmother were out, the baby wouldn't stop crying."

"How come?"

"I don't know. Something was brothering him because he kept crying and crying. The princess tried everything: his favorite toys, foods and even his special teddy bear, but he would keep crying." I left off there as a bit of a cliffhanger.

Adrian stared at me with wide eyes. "Ten what happen'?"

"The princess got mad and said, 'I wish the goblins would come and take you away! Right now!'"

"Juwee, what's a cobin?"

"It's goblin and they are these small, naughty creatures that come into your home and cause trouble for us." As I was speaking I got closer and tickled Adrian at the end of my explanation.

I let him go before he asked, "Like ta time my socks an' toys go missin'?"

"Exactly," I tapped him on the nose and continued, "A moment later, all the lights went out."

Just then, the lights flickered on and off before shutting down. I felt Adrian grab the sleeve of my shirt and we could hear my uncle downstairs say, "Power went out. I think the storm must've knocked down a couple of power lines." As if to puncture his words, I heard the rumble of nearby thunder.

I looked down to see Adrian clinging to my sleeve like a life-line and holding his favorite blanket. "Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

Adrian looked up and tried to put on a brave face and nod but it didn't hide the scared glint in his eyes. I continued. "Let's see: the wish was made, lights go out,….oh yeah, the goblins began to come in to the room through."

As if on cue, we heard tiny chitterling all around them, little figures moving around in the shadows of the dark room, their small sounds sounding like tiny laughter. The windows began to rattle against the wind outside, the echoing flaps of wings against the glass becoming more and more clear. Adrian now began to hug me around my waist. "Juwee..." a hint of desperation in voice showed that he was beginning to think that the story was real, and I began think so too.

"It's going to be ok, Adrian." I rubbed his back in a soothing gesture. Just as the wind began to pick outside the bedroom balcony windows and the chitterling became louder, I felt my waist go free. I looked down to see that Adrian was no longer there.

"Adrian!" I looked around the room, my eyes trying to find the missing boy, but all I saw were the tiny shadows moving along the walls and wooden floor. Just as the storm began to howl outside with the ferocity of a hurricane, the window doors opened with a huge gust. I screamed as I shielded her eyes from the blowing wind and the onslaught of wings vibrating against the wind. Just as sudden the wind appeared, it stopped. I opened my eyes and what caught my eye made me suck in a gasp.

A tall handsome man standing the dark silhouette of the door frames, his wild blond hair following the paths of the wind, his dark cape surrounding his dark blue clothing, and his mismatched eyes of ice blue and golden honey pierced right through me. I couldn't say at what exact age he was, but something in the back of my mind was telling me that he was older than he looked. "Who-who are you?" I asked on a shaky tone.

The man moved away from the doorway and walked into the room. He had an aura that was a mix of intimidating and authority. "You know who I am," he spoke, his deep voice surrounding me, "You just summoned me not too long ago."

I went back over what I had just said and gasped slightly. "You mean that you're the…"

"Indeed." He summoned a crystal ball and began to twirl it around his hand as if it defied gravity. "I am the Goblin King." MY only thought in that moment was I was glad that this man wasn't a David Bowie doppelganger. Don't get me wrong, the similarities are there, it's just that since when is a movie that was based on anything true was ever right?

"Then that means that everything about the goblins, the children that are wished away, the labyrinth, they are real?" I asked slightly hysteric as I continued to watch the Goblin King and his hand-play with the crystal.

"Correct. You know, for a human child," he caught the little crystal in his palm, "You actually seem more knowledgeable than most. Then again most would be scared stiffed that one of their little 'fairytales' is real."

I shook my head. "Look. This is great and all and given any other time, I would have love to ask you a lot of questions, but I would really like it if you would return my lil' cousin to me."

The Goblin King studied me for a minute before he lightly threw the crystal towards me. I caught it with ease and studied it before I arched a questioning 'what?' brow at him. "That crystal holds all your dreams, if you look in to it," he explained. "However, in order for those dreams to come true, you must forget about the your cousin."

I immediately tossed the crystal back at him, slightly amazed that it froze in mid air before disappearing. "No offence, but if it's all the same, I would like Adrian back, please!" The last word came out a little more pleading than I had liked it but I didn't want to give up Adrian without a fight.

"Then you must fight for that right." He pointed out past the doors and balcony. I walked to see where he pointed and was shocked at where I was now.

The land that was bright with the colors of autumn among the trees were now replaced with another that held green and dusty yellow. The sky changed to light blue and there was now visibly sun but enough light for her to see a castle in the distance that was beyond an enormous labyrinth with multiple twists and turns. "Do you still want to look for your cousin?" I heard him questioned.

"It's not a matter of what I want now." I declared before turning back to see the Goblin King standing behind me, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's a matter of I have to do this."

"What a pity." I heard him said softly. He pointed to a gnarly tree that held an old grandfather clock face, except it held thirteen hours instead of the standard twelve. "You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth and get to the castle before the boy becomes one of us forever." I watched as both he and the clock fade with every word and his voice seemed to carry on the wind as he completely disappeared. "What a shame."

I looked back on to the labyrinth. I pulled a rubber band from my wrist and tied my hair into a half up ponytail and left the lower part of my dark black mid-back length hair down and my side bangs to the left of my face. "Well, might as well get goin'."

I looked around my feet to find that my backpack that I had dropped in the room was now with me on the ground. I knew I had packed several snacks just in case so I was good on food and supplies. I slung it over my shoulder and began to make my way down to the labyrinth walls, wondering the whole way down how in the world did my life turn completely upside down.

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