Author's Note: Hey everyone, so sorry about how long it has taken me to get around to adding a new chapter. Since I had hit a wall with this story, I let it be for a while, and am just now figuring out what I want to do with it. Thanks to all who have been reading this little story. Happy reading!
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Chapter 12The Truth
It is a well known fact that goblins are quite stupid. Easily manipulated, and terribly violent are they.
"Terrible!" Sarah growled through gritted teeth as she crumpled up yet another piece of paper and tossed it on the floor. She stared down at the blank notebook, and realized that she was stuck. Pulling a stack of papers to her she began—yet again—to read through her first draft. What had she been thinking? The story was so trite.
"Sarah, I'm hungry!" A voice called from another room.
Jerked back into reality, Sarah got up and walked to the living room. Plopping down on the couch she said, "I really don't feel like cooking. You wanna order a pizza?"
The person to whom the question was directed was a teenage boy, with dark hair and striking good looks. He looked at Sarah and nodded, "Sure, that sounds good."
She smiled wearily, "Okay, Tobe, you decide what you want and call."
He grinned, got up, grabbed the phone from the kitchen, and called out an order. In the middle of placing the order, he said, "How you payin', Sis?"
"Check my purse, if I've got cash use that. Otherwise use the card."
"Okay."
Once Toby had finished ordering, he came back and sat down in the recliner. "So, how's the book coming?" he asked.
She sighed, "Not great. I've written a few chapters, but honestly, I don't think this book is going to happen."
"Well," Toby said, "I guess you'll just have to be happy with the eighteen books you've already written."
She gave him a lopsided grin, "Watch it kid, those eighteen books are the reason you can buy supper tonight." Standing up, she said, "I'm gonna take a shower, make sure to pay the delivery guy and give him a decent tip."
He nodded and she headed back to her bedroom. Once in the shower she found herself thinking over her book. She was not sure why, but she could not make this book work. All of her books that she had written had been about various mythical creatures, but she had never tried writing about goblins. Ever since the accident fifteen years earlier, she had carefully avoided all thought of goblins.
Fifteen years earlier at the age of sixteen she had 'visited' a fantasy world, where all the proper characters of such a story existed. She later learned that she had never visited any place, and was in fact lucky to be alive.
Once Toby had placed the order, he listened for a moment to make sure that Sarah's shower was turned on. He then made his way to his sister's writing room. There sitting on her desk was the book she was working on. Picking it up he flipped through it. She had written eleven short chapters. Skimming through it a little he quickly discovered that she was writing about the characters that had always featured into the stories she told him when he was little. The odd thing was that she was writing herself as one of the main characters. Not only that, she was writing it as a love story. She never wrote love stories.
Suddenly he heard the apartment door buzzer. He quickly put back the story, and hurried out to the living room. Grabbing the cash from Sarah's purse he made his way to the door. He opened it a crack and saw that it was the usual delivery guy. Opening the door he said, "Hey, Mark."
The tall, skinny kid on the other side of the door replied, "Hey."
Once Toby had paid and taken the food from Mark, he closed and locked the door. Sarah was obsessed with locking the door. Toby found her obsession a little odd, but he never said anything. Placing the pizza on the kitchen counter, he pulled down two plates from the cupboard and grabbed a soda from the fridge. A few minutes passed and Sarah came out from her room dressed in a robe with a towel wrapped around her head.
Putting a piece of pizza on a plate she curled up on the couch. "Well?" she asked.
Toby looked at her inocently, "Well, what?"
She gave him a lopsided smile, "I know you looked at it. What do you think?"
He knew she was referring to the story. It was tradition that whenever she had writer's block she would leave it out for him to glance over and give his opinion. "Well," he began, "I'm curious. Why are you writing a love story? And, why are you and I and everyone we know in that story?"
She shrugged, "I guess it just made it easier to write if I could actually see the characters and know them."
"Sarah, is there any truth to what you're writing? Especially about Jar-"
She cut him off, "Don't say his name."
He looked at her quizzically, "Why not?"
She shook her head, "I don't quite know, but I've always been worried that if it were spoken aloud it would some how summon him. Even though I don't even know if he's real."
Toby got up and grabbed another piece of pizza. "You've never even tried to find out if it was real?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "What good would it do me if it were?"
"I don't know, but sis, you've been secretly in love with this guy for years. The least you could do is find out if you're at least crazy about someone who's real."
She nearly dropped her piece of pizza, "How…how did you know?"
He grinned, "It wasn't that hard to figure out. He was always in every story you told me when I was little. You've never actually had a boyfriend. Have you ever even been on a date? I mean seriously, it's pretty obvious you've got a thing for him."
She rolled her eyes, "And here I thought I was so good at hiding my feelings."
"Well, maybe to the rest of the world you are, but I know you better than everyone else."
She grinned, "True enough." Getting up, she put her plate in the dishwasher. "I'm gonna call it a night. Sleep good."
He nodded, "You too."
Long after Sarah had gone to bed, Toby sat thinking. As far as he was concerned it was high time his sister settled the matter of a certain someone. He had snooped through Sarah's diary once and read the story of what had supposedly happened to her years earlier. He knew what he had to say, but he found himself hesitating. Finally he got up, tiptoed down to Sarah's room and peeked in. She was sleeping soundly, and he quietly made his way back to the living room. Standing in the middle of the room he said quietly, "I wish the Goblin King would come and take my sister Sarah and I away."
A/N: There it is Chapter 12. I'm sure that this chapter is totally confusing after the first eleven chapters. If you haven't already figured it out, the first eleven chapters were actually the first chapters in Sarah's book. So, this is actually the first chapter of the actual story. Clear as mud? Well hopefully ya'll liked it, and I'll do my best to get the next chapter up quicker than I got this one up. Questions or comments welcome, but please be nice. Thank you!
