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Chapter 1: It All Starts With A Wish

Forty-seven years had passed since the day Sarah had won her brother back for Jareth the King of the Goblins, but today was a sad day for she had passed at the age of sixty-two. Her granddaughter, Amara, sat quietly on the front row tears running down her face. The eighteen year old had been raised by this woman and now she was gone forever. Amara's mother had die in a car-wreck when she was merely eight. Her father had remarried not long after to a weasel of a woman, who wanted to be the center of her father's world and so Amara was push off to her grandmother and for other reasons as well that Amara had push from her mind.

Amara's mother had a passion for the art of Kendo and taught the basics to her daughter before she died. So to feel closer to her real mother Amara threw herself in the art for the last ten years, but that was not the only thing that had her interest...

Flashback...

"Your grandfather was an elf you know?" Sarah said smiling at her little granddaughter.

"Really?" the ten year old Amara asked as she was tucked into bed.

"Yes, his name was Callon and he was the one who taught your mother swordplay." Sarah said a fond smile on her face and a distant look in her eyes.

"He has a funny name," Amara giggled.

"He was an elf sweetie and your name is also elven. Where did you get these pointy ears hun?" she asked an amuse smile on her face as her hand stoked her dark brown hair from her elf like ear. "Our family has been visited by many magical creatures and maybe one day you'll have your own adventure. Maybe you'll met Callon."

"Have you gone on an adventure grandma?" Amara asked curiously.

"In fact I have. Would you like a story my dear?" she asked.

"Yes, please grandma!" the child agreed immediately her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Alright... Once long ago when a young beautiful girl was fifteen she made a trouble wish that took her into a world full of magic, danger, and most importantly a King..."

End flashback...

"Amara!" Her stepmother hissed as she was elbowed in the ribs. "Get your ass up there and say something!"

She grounded her teeth and held back from slapping this woman as she stood slowly and walked to the podium. She looked to the large crowd of people. Her father next to the wench and her great grandparents that had sat on the other side of her. "Grandma Sarah was like a mother to me and a good friend to a great number of you. She taught me to be strong and to stand up to what I believed in. I've never know anyone as kind as she was or as giving. When I lost my mother... grandma Sarah was the one who took me in and helped me to mourn her passing and now I must be strong mourn her," she paused as wiped her eyes. "You'll be missed and I love you so much..."

One month later...

Amara was a senior at her high school and just graduated with honors. She was Captain of the Kendo club and sometimes took part in both fencing and karate. Amara was accustomed to the use of dark colored clothing like navy, forest green, and above all black. She was poplar enough as the Captain of her club and even won the Fukuda-Cup four years running now. She also received her reshi 7-dan or her title as a Kyoshi if you will, but she could not receive her 8-dan or title hanshi until she was at least 46 years of age which annoyed her a bit. Most where actually afraid of her for all her accomplishments in Kendo at such a young age, but those that knew her knew she was someone who was very honorable and kind.

Amara was returning home after breaking up with her good for nothing boyfriend. I've never been talked to so lowly before now! Amara sighed as she walked through the halls of her grandmother's estate that now belonged to solely herself. Why do I have such bad taste in men? Ugh! Why can't a man just be mine and treat me with respect? Is it asking to much?

"I want you out of this house you ungrateful bitch!" he stepmother screamed as Amara was on her way to her room.

Scratch the never part... Amara thought to herself. There was one other person that talking to her like she was a steaming pile dog crap. "Woman what is you speak of?" Amara replied calmly as she turned to the woman with who had far to much makeup caked on her face. "This house is mine. Grandma left it to me. Not to some gold-digging hag like you or that idiot husband of yours. I suggest you show me the respect I am due. I'm not moving out of this place so you can sell it to afford some nose job."

"How dare you! You nothing put an ungrateful child of a whore and grandchild of that crazy grandmother of yours!" The woman replied harshly.

Never in Amara's life did she wanted to strangle someone so badly. "Leave before I call the police and have them throw you out like the garbage you are. I am not Sarah and have little tolerance for fools like you and it amazes me how long I allowed you to stay here after Sarah's funeral for so long as it is. Now move and if I find one thing missing from my home I'll throw your asses in jail! Do I make myself clear?" she said through clenched teeth her voice cold as ice. Sarah had a large old estate that was built much like a castle. After she publish several books she made quite the amount of money as a children's author. Amara's father was a famous programmer in his own right and it was why this woman with expensive boob job married him in the first place.

"What?!" The woman screamed as Amara slammed the door to her room shut and locked it happy that this room was rather sound proof. She had enough of these people. Amara wanted to get away from them... at least until they left her home. She needed a way out. Her eyes landed on the story book her grandmother wrote and smiled at it. "Goblin king and granddaughter of an elf, huh grandma?" she said to herself as she picked up her mother's sword from the mantle that was once her grandfather's. The blade was black with word in silver on it she could not understand nor could anyone else she had brought it to. She was told that it was over five hundred years old. It had the shape of a Katana and in many ways it was. For that fact is what her mother chose Kendo over Fencing.

"I wish..." She said.

"Hey! Don't say it yet! I need to talk to ya first!" a voice yelled at her in panic.

"Who said that?" Amara demand as she looked around wildly for the source of the voice.

"Down her miss!" the voice said.

"Oh... my God! Your a goblin!" she said in surprised before she kneeled down to get a better look. This was a female goblin. Her hair was black and matted. Her brown skin was a lovely shade and her face was rather cute for a goblin at least, but her wore the clothes of a slave. She only came up to Amara's mid thigh and broken hand cuffs where around her wrist and ankles that seemed rather bruised. "Why are you here?"

"We need your help Sarah!" the goblin said in a hurry.

"My grandma is dead. My name is Amara. What's wrong?" Amara asked seeing the fearful look in this goblin's eyes.

"A great evil has taken over the kingdom! Jareth was dethroned! The lady and her twin brother enslaved most of us! We need help!" the goblin said.

"Is that blood?" Amara asked as she saw something rather blood like dripping on the floor. "Your hurt. Let me get the first aid kit out the bathroom then we'll speak more of this."

"No need for you to worry about me!" she told her as if she was lower than dirt.

"Yes there is. You are a person. You need help and I will provide it. My honor as a warrior with not let me just walk pass those who can not help themselves. I will help you. You have my word." Amara said as her walked back into room with a large box and a bobby pin. With all the Kendo and fighting classes she took she was always fixing her injuries. She wasn't half back at it with all the practice she had under her belt. "Now where are you hurt, little one?"

The goblin was blushing. She never met someone so selfless before now. "My back." the goblin replied as she turned her back to the kind woman.

"Jesus... these are whip lashes!" Amara stared in shock before she got to work cleaning off the dry blood and then put presser on the ones still bleeding. This goblin must be in a lot of pain, Amara thought to herself angry in this small creature's place. "Give me your wrist so I can get those cuffs off you. Where you a slave?"

The young goblin complied as she handed her wrist and watched as Amara break a bobby pin in two. Then she shoved them into the key hole and in a practice fashion she unlocked them and then she did the same to the others before mending her wrist and ankles. She learned this skill back in high school when a kid was locked into one of the locker that required a key and no one else would help the poor guy. Man kids where evil at times like that. "Yes my lady. I escaped to find Sarah. She's the only one that could get Jareth to help, but I came here for not." The goblin said tearful.

"Perhaps not," Amara said as she applied medicine on the wounds of her back before beginning to wrap them up.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm offering my services instead. My grandma went to the Labyrinth. So why can't I?" Amara said with a comforting smile. She did look a lot like the younger version of her grandmother, but her eyes where a crystallized sort of blue and her face was a bit more doll like and heart shaped. She has the same hair color with hair that reached her hips, but she was a bit taller as well. Her grandmother said that was because of her elf blood. She never really believed it until now. So I'm really part elf? Awesome...

"You will? Oh thank you!" The goblin said happily.

"Your welcome. Now these clothes are nothing but rags let's see if we can fashion you something up." Amara told her after securing the bandages. She went to her closet and took two t-shirts, an old leather belt, and drugged out a sowing machine glad she kept it out her grandmother's things. She plugged in the sowing machine and began to make her an outfit. "I never got your name by the way."

"It's Candy," she told her she never seen someone so kind before. She was even giving up something out her closet to make her new clothes even though they where strangers. Candy respected this woman greatly already.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Candy. Are you hungry I think I have some pizza left over from lunch or should I order something? It's going to take a while for your clothes to finish anyway." Amara said thoughtfully.

"If it's not to much trouble..." The goblin said nervously. She wasn't use to being treated so kindly.

Amara gave her a smile, "Nonsense! You are a guest in my home and you will be treated accordingly. So what should I order? Mexican? Chinese?"

"What are those?" the Goblin asked.

"Food places I can order food from and they deliver it to the front door." Amara said. "I was thinking Chinese myself. Do you like sweet or spicy foods?"

"Sweet! I'm named Candy for a reason!" she replied and Amara giggled.

"Alright. I like sweet stuff to." Amara said as she called her favorite Chinese restaurant.

"Oh miss Amara Williams! You order same?" the Chinese man said over the phone.

"Yeah but double it. I have a guest." Amara told him. She took her grandmother's last name after she was abandon by her father. Seemed fitting to her.

The man gave her the price and hung up after he thanked her for her ordering from them. Amara continued sowing the outfit and until it was finished. She then cut the leather belt so it could fit the goblin more comfortably. "Okay let's get you cleaned up so we can see how it fits."

Amara helped her out of dirt ragged clothes and gave her a quick bath making sure not to get her bandages wet before she dressed her in her new clothes and brushed the goblin's hair. She made a pair of pants out of a black t-shirt and a white and pink tunic out of a shirt she never worn before for she really didn't like pink at all. "You look so adorable, miss Candy and you clean you rather nicely. All the goblin boys must go nuts for you."

The goblin blush beat red, "Oh your just saying that!"

"Am not. You look really lovely." She said as the door bell rang. "Now come on that's got to be dinner."

Amara and Candy walked toward the door as if this was an all around normal day. She opened the door and smiled at the young Chinese boy before her while Candy hid behind her leg peering up at Chinese man, "Hey Lee," she told him as she took the cash she owed and his nice big tip giving it to him and took the food off his hands.

"Hey Amara. So who's this guest of yours? You never have anyone over," the boy asked a bit jealous for he really liked this girl.

"Her name is Candy and I'm going to help her with some... political matters of state." she said with a smirk. Well I'm not lying am I?

"Really you sound rather important for someone so young. What exactly do you do?" he asked curiously.

"Apparently getting a king back his crown and kicking some ass. I'll likely not be home for a long while because of it." she said smiling at him and his dumbfound look.

"Wow. You life is so much cooler that mine," he told her.

"Yeah well. I can thank my grandmother for that." she told him. "I'll be seeing you around." she told him.

"Yeah see you,"

….

"This is the best food I ever tasted!" the goblin declared from the stood of the kitchen. "What is it?"

"That is honey chicken and this is Sesemi's chicken served over white rice it's my favorite." Amara told the goblin and she was rather good company as well.

"It's mine too now!" the goblin said causing Amara to smile seeing the young creature so happy. "Did you really mean it when you said you'd help get the King's crown back?"

"I did and after we eat I'm going to pack for the journey. Maybe I should make you some more clothes too. I don't have any shoes that would fit you though. So you'll have to stick with those slippers of yours until we find something better in your world." Amara informed her.

"You too kind," The goblin told her before the two finished eating.

So after eating and making Candy more outfits she changed her clothes into something a bit more for traveling in a magical realm like her leather tench coat, loose black jeans with leather chaps on top for protection from the wind and getting cut by something, combat boots, and a blue t-shirt that hung off her shoulders with a loose but flattering leather corset on around her waist. Amara then shoved a pair of leather gloves into her pocket followed by a pair of ninja climbing tools called Shuko hand claws and a pair of Ashiko foot spikes. Glad I took those classes to learn how to use these. I knew it would be useful at some point, Amara thought. She packed some extra clothes, a tiny black pillow, and some snacks and drinks she had stored in her fridge and cabinet into a backpack and threw it over her shoulder. Lastly she strapped her mother's sword and matching dagger to her belt.

Amara gave a survival knife to the goblin and for her it was likely the size of a short sword and watched as the goblin strapped it to her belt.

It would be a good idea if I left a note on the desk just in case people think I'm missing, she thought as she wrote:

Dear whoever the hell enters my room,

I'm not lost or kidnapped. I'm on vacation and won't be back for a while. No I don't want to talk to any of you nor do I want anyone looking for me. No I don't know how long I'll be gone, but if father and his... wife are still in my house do me a favor and kick them out! I already informed one of them I don't want them there. Have them arrested if you like.

See you guys later,

Amara Williams

"Alright, what next?" Amara asked as she secured the letter in place on her small desk.

"You make a wish like the one your grandma made," she told her.

"Sounds easy enough." Amara said as she picked up the goblin being mindful of her wounds. "I wish the goblin would take us away right now!"

At first nothing happened and then, "Oh crap..." there was a poof of smoke surrounding them. Next thing she knew everything went black and then she was falling until she hit a dead tree. She quickly balled herself up to protect the goblin in her arms. She swear she hit every tree limb on her way down and thank heavens she was wearing leather to protect herself. Then with a thud she landed on something rather soft."Oof! Ow... that is going to bruise! What did I land on?"

"Me! Now get off you silly girl!" a blue eyed dwarf yelled at her.

"Oh I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" she asked as she quickly remover her self and helped him up after putting the Candy down after checking her for injuries after such a rough fall.

"What is an elf even doing here and with a goblin no less?" the dwarf demanded as he dusted off himself and then put a red hat back on his head. "Jareth don't like any elves."

"You mean the Goblin King?" she asked curiously.

"Use to be," the dwarf informed her.

"We know that," she said. "Where looking for him."

"Why would you want to do a thing like that for? Who is ya anyway?" the dwarf asked.

"My name is Amara and this is Candy," she replied. "what's yours'?"

"Hoggle," He replied.