I thank you all for the input of my "story." However, none of you informed me about Sarah. Well, never the less, I shall continue my search. I need to find a way to communicate with her and preferably only her.

Still I suppose, at present, I can be content with her time to time calling of her friends when she needs them. Though I do grow tired of the visits, as much I do enjoy them because I get to see Sarah, I rather be the one she is talking to instead of Higgle, or Sir Didymus or even that orange beast.

She is older now then she was when they first appeared and as she grows older she is calling less and less frequent. It is the fact of growing up and there is nothing I or anyone else that can do anything about it. I can tell her age soling on the content of the discussion.

This brings me to one distinct call. I mention it because maybe it would help in the search. She had called Hoggle, and just Hoggle. I don't know how but somehow I was too able to come, though as usual in my owl form. She had moved out of her parents' house at the time. So I was sitting now outside on a rail of the balcony of her apartment. She is sharing her accommodations with a roommate called Christine, which I recently learnt the name.

I was expecting the call at first to be a normal one of how are yous and such. But when I appeared I heard and noticed she was crying. It was a sickening sound. For I knew then someone had hurt her most profoundly. As I sat there I came to believe that is why I was present. I was there as a protector for what could Hoggle do. Though he did do his best to try and comfort her. It was when she looked up at him when I saw the horrid display that was on her face, there was a single most gruesome handprint shaped bruise. Just the pure sight of it made my blood boil. Some had dared lay a hand on her! What crueler villain, than I, would do such a thing to my precious beautiful Sarah?

She said her new boyfriend Jeff tried to force himself on her when he got drunk tonight. I recognized the name. She spoke of him time to time. He was studying to be an engineer. And since I have power over him I am able to keep taps on the boy.

At first, I was jealous of his seemingly fondness for Sarah but I know a, what is the word you mortals use, player. I tried exposing him but all in vain. I have limited powers on a non-believer of magic and therefore can only watch as he attempted to pull down Sarah. However, thankfully Sarah is a much stronger woman than most. She told Hoggle her attempts to end the relationship, which explains the violence caused tonight.

I flew off knowing she would be comforted by the dwarf to find this Jeffery. I appeared to him in all my Goblin King glamour. I stood there threating. He was scared but I could do nothing but mere illusions. I was thinking if only I could bring him to the Labyrinth. It was then as I thought that when I heard Sarah's clear voice in my head say, "I wish something terrible would happen to him. I just do."

I gave the boy an evil smile. I felt my power over him increase because of Sarah's wish. And thus I took him to experience something most terrible. He fussed and moaned about how he was going to call the police of his world. Like they would have power of me!

I ordered him to be silent. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. I laughed wickedly, "This is what happens when you mess with what belongs to the Goblin King, boy!"

My goblins surrounded the boy and I raised my hands to gather their attention, "This foul thing attempted to dishonor our beloved Sarah! He has hurt her most terribly."

Though goblins are not the brightest of creatures at times, I do have to admire their loyalty to myself and especially that to Sarah. I didn't have to order them what to do. They were quite ingenious to do some particulars that I myself would never have believed them capable of. So I left them to it. I knew they wouldn't kill him unless I gave the orders to, of course.

After sometime, though I do have to admit I don't know exactly when for I lost track of the time, I called my goblins off. The boy was in the fetal position on the floor surrounded by his own blood and bodily fluids. I tapped him with my boot. He shook in fear.

"What have you learn?" I watched as the goblins started to come closer with even more malicious faces than before hoping that he had learnt nothing and could go on. For once I was quite proud to be their ruler for if I was not I would have feared for my life in that one moment.

The boy at my feet grabbed them begging, "I won't do it again. I swear…"

"On what?" I did not bothering pushing him aside.

"My mother's life," he whimpered.

I let out a cruel laugh and my goblins followed suit. "Let's leave your mother out of this. Swear on your OWN miserable life."

He gulped on what looked to be blood, "I swear on my life that I will not lay a hand on Sarah."

"Or see her again!" yelled one of the goblins who was joined by another "or we will have more fun with you!"

Normally I would punish those who spoke out of turn but their effect was more powerful on him. I effortlessly picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "I think we have made ourselves clear though next time I will be joining in the fun."

His terror spread through his entire body. I sent him away for I knew he had learnt his lesson and besides I would know if he kept his word or not. I cannot explain fully on the wonders of turning a non-believer into a fearer of magic. As for the goblins they went back to their normal carefree selves.

It was then that made me realize that these goblins were not truly my subjects but Sarah's. Later I would hear some boosting about how they did this or that to the traitor of the Goblin Queen.