Randi's eyes brightened up once she saw the castle in the distance. They were almost there! She would of leapt for joy if she could, but instead she fell. And fall she did, down a very long and dark corridor. She landed very hard on her bum, making her yelp out in pain. The only ray of light was shining on her. Where was Clopin? She screamed out hiss name, trying to find her companion. Her only response was a low whimper above her. She looked up to see Clopin looking down at her, a look of regret in his blue eyes.

"Clopin! Help me up!" she yelled, hoping he could hear her.

The beast only shook his head as he stared down, longingly, at the girl.

"I'm so sorry Randi…"he whispered before he left.

Randi felt cold as those words drifted in the air. Clopin betrayed her. He…she shook her head, trying to get her mind straight. Wait…that means…Oh no! She only has five hours until her time was out! She gritted her teeth and pushed herself up off the ground, not giving up. She refused to.

Taking a step forward she noticed that she was in some sort of room. Her eyes grew accustomed to the dark and saw small objects of furniture in the room. A bed, a table, chairs, but the thing that stood out the most was the massive amounts of books that lined the walls. It was like a library. She reached a hand forward and slowly traced the spine of a book.

"Who's there?"

Randi jumped at the unexpected voice. She turned around to see the owner of said voice. There stood a wrinkled old man, dressed in fine robes, his eyes shielded by his hands. His white hair grew in small tufts on the top of his head, sticking out in odd angles. Wrinkles lined his face and seemed to be holding dust within the folds. Randi's hand dropped as the figure moved closer, repeating the question again.

"Randi Slater…"

Randi finally found her voice and told the creature her name. He seemed to approve at this, his head bobbing up and down in agreement. He moved gracefully over to a chair in a corner and sat down, a small smile appearing on his face.

"So you are the child that runs the Labyrinth…the winds told me you were coming this way…please…take seat. Your troubles will be over soon."

Randi didn't know exactly why she trusted the old voice but she did and took a seat opposite of the man. She folded her hands in her lap like a child being punished.

"Who are you?"

The man smiled sweetly, innocently at the girl. It made her shiver violently. It was like she was his prey and he was toying with her. But why did it feel like that? It made her feel defenseless. She was still in shock about Clopin.

"I am the blind librarian…."

Randi cocked her head to the side. Blind Librarian? She was about to comment on the paradox of his situation but was cut short by him. He lowered his hands and opened his eyes. There where his eyes should have been were dark pits. No eyes present. An audible gasp passed through Randi's lips at the sight.

"Ah yes. A blind librarian…silly…is it not? That's what the King thought." he paused and took out a small book out of the sleeve of his robe. It had a red binding and it looked oddly familiar. Where had she seen it? The man opened the book and leafed to a page. Was he going to read to her?

"You see my dear…things aren't always what they seem here…" he seemed to be scolding her. "Don't take anything for granted here…you think you are wasting time here…don't you?"

He was right. Both of them knew it. Randi should have been trying to find a way out of there at the moment, but instead she was sitting in front of a blind librarian. Was she insane as much as this labyrinth was?

"You will not win, little one. Don't you see the King has won already?" the man continued to leaf through the pages, as if searching for something. Randi wanted to argue with the man but couldn't. He had something she needed. She knew it.

"Aaah…here we are…" he finally stopped looking through the book and looked at the page. "Chapter Twenty Two…Unwritten."

The Goblin King was defeated. He couldn't believe that a little girl, not even of age, had bested his own Labyrinth. His own creation. He wanted to keep the girl. To make her his Queen. And yet…she denied him. All for what? A little brat who could barely gurgle his own name. Oh the shame!

The blonde haired Fae paced back and forth in his throne. He was infuriated. No. Not infuriated. Enraged. Even the goblins stayed out of his way. They have never seen their king so angry. It was best to stay their distance in a time like this.

"I swear it…the next child that comes…they aren't escaping. I am not going to be humiliated like this again!"

Jareth plopped himself down into the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, brow furrowed. Despite all his anger. All his hatred. His heart ached. It ached for a companion. A lover. Someone to lighten up his kingdom. He needed Sarah.

He felt tears well up in his but quickly dispersed of them with a wave of his hand over his eyes. The girl was not one to have teat shed. She was an insolent brat. Damn her. She had done something that was unforgivable. But now…all will pay for her mistake. Every dreamer. Every person that would be wished away…he would keep.

The old man stopped reading and closed his book, bowing his head. Randi looked at him confused at why he stopped reading. She felt a cold dread grip her heart as she felt someone else in the room. She didn't need to guess twice to know who it was.

"Thank you for reading to our kind guest, Librarian…but I must inform her, her time is up…"