Please don't email me and tell me I'm spelling Bryon or byron wrong: I wanted to spell Brian that way. ----------------------------------------------------------- Jareth the Goblin King sat in his throne, partly in thought, but mostly bored out of his mind. A goblin mumbled something to him, and he nodded. "Thanks." The goblin was surprised, but ran off. "How cum GK's bein' so nise todaaay?" "Who carezz. Letz go chase chikuns." Another goblin answered. They ran off.

'Where is he?' Jareth thought. "Bryon! Where are you?" he shouted. But Bryon was almost always in the same place: in the garden with a book of some kind. His favorite were Earth stories, which he had a library for. That 16 year old human was always outdoors when weather permitted, and even sometimes when it didn't. "Yes?" Bryon asked, apparated in the throne room, not bothering to step around the goblins. "Hey!" the messenger goblin from earlier shouted. "That wasn't very @#$%&@ nice!" He gave Bryon 'the look' before running off to frolic with his goblin companions. "Would you watch my throne room for a bit? Someone else has wished a kid away, and they haven't disappeared." "Jareth!" Bryon said, taken aback. "I thought you were out of that business. And I thought you wanted me to come." "Not this time, next time. But I am out of that business." Jareth disappeared from the room. Bryon slumped in the throne. He'd never understand Jareth. Suddenly the messenger goblin from earlier scampered over to the throne. "Hey! On'y th' KING cun sit in tha' chair!" he exclaimed. "What about future kings?" Bryon asked it, laughing. "Wha's a fyoocher king?" the goblin asked. Bryon was about to reply when the goblin ran off, after one of the many live chickens loose in the room.