No Choice
Toby sat alone in his room, it was raining and his parents had gone out to the movies leaving him home alone. He wished his sister Sarah was with him, he didn't really like being home alone on nights like this.
There was a sharp rapping at his window, he jumped and looked over. There for the fifth day in a row was an off white owl perched outside his window. Suddenly a rush of sympathy for the poor bird flooded him. He walked over to the window, undid the latch and opened the window. The bird flew into the room nearly knocking him over; he followed the bird's progress. It stopped next to his bed; a white light momentarily obscured his view.
There were the owl had been floating was a tall man with spiky blond hair and dressed in old English style clothes. Toby recognized him immediately, "You. You're not real, you're a character in a story."
"Oh my dear boy," Jareth said in a cool voice, "I'm no character in a story, I'm real. And I'm here to take you with me."
Toby looked at him stunned, "What?"
"Did you know your sister talks in her sleep? Well she does and tonight she said something very interesting." His voice changed suddenly until it sounded exactly like Sarah's, "'I wish the Goblin's would come and take you away, right now.' Well of course she had used your name before she said that so I assumed she meant you."
Toby said nothing he was so confused, he had heard those words before, but they were just words in a story they couldn't be real. And there was no way that this man was taking him anywhere.
"You have no choice," Jareth said calmly.
Toby sat alone in his room, it was raining and his parents had gone out to the movies leaving him home alone. He wished his sister Sarah was with him, he didn't really like being home alone on nights like this.
There was a sharp rapping at his window, he jumped and looked over. There for the fifth day in a row was an off white owl perched outside his window. Suddenly a rush of sympathy for the poor bird flooded him. He walked over to the window, undid the latch and opened the window. The bird flew into the room nearly knocking him over; he followed the bird's progress. It stopped next to his bed; a white light momentarily obscured his view.
There were the owl had been floating was a tall man with spiky blond hair and dressed in old English style clothes. Toby recognized him immediately, "You. You're not real, you're a character in a story."
"Oh my dear boy," Jareth said in a cool voice, "I'm no character in a story, I'm real. And I'm here to take you with me."
Toby looked at him stunned, "What?"
"Did you know your sister talks in her sleep? Well she does and tonight she said something very interesting." His voice changed suddenly until it sounded exactly like Sarah's, "'I wish the Goblin's would come and take you away, right now.' Well of course she had used your name before she said that so I assumed she meant you."
Toby said nothing he was so confused, he had heard those words before, but they were just words in a story they couldn't be real. And there was no way that this man was taking him anywhere.
"You have no choice," Jareth said calmly.