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Sarah paced up and down the room that was hers, but then not. It was an imitation of how it used to be. Her real room, in the 'mortal world' was devoid of all toys and stuffed animals. This room looked as her room had done but days before. Or was it years? Time it seemed could change at the drop of a hat. Would her friends still be there, be the same age as they were when she left, when she gets back? If she got back. "I can't stay here for ever! I wont!"
Anger flooded through her veins. "Jareth couldn't keep me here, neither will you!" Toy began to fly across the room as Sarah attacked every inch of the room. Wallpaper was pulled from the walls, the dresser mirror shattered into a thousand pieces as books and toys; jewellery and pictures were thrown about the room. "ARGH! I won't stay here." Still filled with hatred and anger, Sarah burst out of her room, running down the corridor to the throne room, looking for Him. "Where are you? Show yourself!"
No one entered, not even a whisper from the goblins that gathered around the entrances but dared not to enter. "Where is he?" Sarah screamed at the goblins. "WHERE IS HE?" The moved further away, no one saying a word. A small goblin, covered in a mass of blond hair, was thrown forward by the others. He alone would suffer the wrath of Sarah. "He isn't here." He said meekly.
Sarah turned on him. "Well where is he then?"
"We…we don't…we don't know." The wee goblin quickly closed his eyes bracing himself for another outburst, maybe even a slap, but they never came.
Looking around at the scared faces of the goblins, Sarah ran. She would find him herself, she had been here before, if you could find a way in she could find a way out. Passage after passage whirled by as she ran, not knowing where she was going she turned here and there, sometimes going around in circles. She screamed for him every turn she took, but he never appeared, she continued to run. Her chest began to burn, her legs began to ache, but still she kept running and screaming.
When she could run no longer Sarah found herself at the doors to the castle, beyond which lay the goblin city. "I'm not staying here." She told herself as she tried to regain her breath.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that." He approached her from the right. "I have thought of the perfect quest for you, for the fight of your freedom."
"I told you I will not be part of this. I am going to find a way out of here if it kills me."
"And it most likely will. The goblins out there will not be kind and take you in. They would rather eat your flesh and leave you to rot. Take my quest Sarah."
"And lose my freedom if I fail? No thank you! I will take my chances out there."
"So be it."
Sarah turned away from him, pushing one of the giant oak doors open. She stopped to face him. "What is your name?" she asked.
A look of shock crossed his face. That was the last thing that he had expected her to ask. "Tarrick."
"Tarrick?" she asked with a smile. "What kind of name is that?" Anger flited across his face. But she wasn't looking for an answer to her question, the smile fell from her face. "That is a name that I will curse for the rest of my days!" And with the she left, the door slamming shut behind her.
"Lucky for me those days are numbered!" said Tarrick turning his back on the doors. "Lets see how well you do in my Labyrinth!"