HI my name is Jessica Bowie. This is my first fanfiction ever. Please go easy on me.

Fourteen year old Toby Williams sat in his room on the window seal with his legs dangling outside. His blond hair was hanging in his face. It was may sixth, the two year anniversary of Sarah's disappearance and the weather matched his mood. Toby felt like an empty shell that only consisted of dreams and fairytales. In his hand he held a beaten up book with gold letters entitled 'Labyrinth'. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He hated how he couldn't reach Sarah no matter how many times he wished for her. He never dared to wish for the Goblin King though because he was not mad. A cry came from Sarah's old room. Toby groaned and climbed back inside. The door opened with a squeak. The crib was old and white. It held the most annoying thing to Toby, Margaret, Irene's second child. Toby knew that his mother had her to get Robert's mind off of losing Sarah. Robert knew it too, but they knew that Margaret would never replace Sarah.

"I hate you," he screamed, " I hate you! I hate you!" He lifted her out of the crib and walked around the room. The rain beat faster and harder on the roof as lightning flashed outside the window.

"Someone save me," he yelled, "Someone take me away from this awful place!"

Margaret only cried louder.

" What do you want?" he asked, " Do you want a story? Huh? Ok." He placed her back into the crib and went to stand in front of the mirror on the door way. "Once upon a time there was a brother and a sister. The brother loved the sister until their mother started forcing the brother to always watch the baby. The sister was a spoiled child. She wanted everything to herself, and the brother was treated like a slave. But what no one knew was that the Goblin King's wife had fallen in love with the boy and gave him special powers. So one night, when their mother had been particularly cruel to him, he called on the goblins for help."

"Shh listen," whispered a voice. The others around her started to wake up.

Toby continued " Say your right words, the goblins said, and we'll take the baby to the goblin city, and you will be free."

"Ah," the goblins chimed together.

"But the boy knew that the King would kill the boy and keep the baby in his castle forever and ever and turn it into a goblin. So he suffered in silence. Until one night, when he was tired from doing housework, and was hurt by the harsh words of his own mother and he could no longer stand it."

Margaret was still bawling her face puffy and red with snot dripping down her nose.

"All right, all right," he cooed, "Knock it off. Come on. Stop it! Stop it! I'll say the words. No, I mustn't, I mustn't say," he objected.

"Uh," the goblins moaned.

" I wish, I wish," Toby began.

" He's going to say it," stated goblin.

" Say what?" asked another.

" Shut up, Shut up!" one screeched.

" Listen he's going to say the words," the first one chimed in again.

" I can bear it no longer," Toby screamed while lifting Margaret up in the air, "Goblin King. Goblin King wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!"

"

That's not it!' whined a goblin.

"Where did she learn that rubbish? It doesn't even start with 'I wish'!" The other exclaimed.

" Oh, Margaret, stop it!" Toby wined again, " I wish I did know what to say to make the goblins take you away. Maybe you'd find Sarah."

" I wish the goblins would take you away right now," yelled a goblin sarcastically.

" I wish," Toby whispered, " I wish," he repeated more clearly.

" Did he say it?" asked the snoozing goblin in the back.

" Shut up, shut up!" The others yelled at him. He ducked his head back down.

Toby placed her back down into her crib, turned the light off and opened the door. " I wish the goblins would come take you away," he rolled his eyes, "Right now."

Then the crying stopped and the rain seemed to come down harder.

"Margaret," Toby called and switched the light switch on, but nothing happened. "Margaret, are you alright?" There was still no reply. " Why aren't you crying?"

Toby approached the crib. Something jumped up inside the blanket, which made Toby jump back in fright. He grabbed the blanket with a shaky hand and flipped it over. Nothing. The sound of little feet running around snapped him out of his trance. He turned around, but there was still nothing there. He was starting to freak out. Then outside the window came a loud thump. An owl was trying to get inside. A barn owl with mix matched eyes. It got in and turned into a man with pale skin and long blond hair.

"You're him aren't you?" he asked, " You're the Goblin King?"

So, what do you think? If you like it, and I hope you do, I will try to update as soon as I can.