A/N: Yes, I will be doing a series of crossovers with Labyrinth, where certain people wish others away. This particular is a Dragonlance one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonlance, Raistlin or Dalamar (unfortunately), nor do I own Labyrinth, or Jareth (Too Bad).

Chapter One

"Dalamar!" Raistlin called as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud. "Dalamar!"

"Yes, Shalafi, is there something you needed?" Dalamar asked, appearing behind his master in the laboratory.

"Have you gotten the proper ingredients for the potion?" The black robed mage asked his apprentice.

"Yes, Shalafi, I have set them on your study like you ordered. Was there anything else?" Dalamar asked.

"You dolt! I told you to set them in the laboratory so that they may be ready. I said DON'T set them in the study. If you actually listened to me once in a while instead of reading that cursed book, you might actually rise higher than me! You have the ambition, just be rid of the red book!" After this outburst, a coughing fit seized Raistlin. Dalamar didn't often show his anger, but this was on of those times.

"I wish the goblins would come take you away right now!" Dalamar screamed at his master and teleported back to his room. He sat down and sulked. Wind came from his window which had somehow blown open while he sat there.

Before him stood a man of great power. Dalamar could nearly taste the power rolling off of him. This was obiviously a fae. And rule number one for mages was to never mess with a fae.

"Who in the Abyss are?" Dalamar asked the newcomer. He simply smirked and sat down in a chair by the window.

"I'm the Goblin King. You wished that other mage away, so if you want him back, I would run the labyrinth if I were you." Jareth said.

"So it's real?" Dalamar leaned forward.

"The question is not whether or not it's real, it's real enough. The question is whether or not you would like to run my Labyrinth." Jareth replied.

"How much time do I have?" Dalamar asked.

"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before your master becomes one of us. . .forever. Such a pity." Jareth faded from view,but he still watched.

"Why's it a pity?" Dalamar wondered as he started down the desert hill and closer to the Labyrinth.

When he got there, he saw the strangest thing. A beardless dwarf.

"Why don't you have a beard?" Dalamar asked Hoggle. Hoggle looked up at the dark elf and scowled.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Hoggle shot back.

"I only asked one," Dalamr replied calmly.

"Well it's none of your business. Now leave me alone so I can finish my job," Hoggle replied, shooting yet another fairy and scuffing dirt over them.

"Why do you insist on killing these creatures?" Dalamar asked, picking up a fairy which promptly bit him and flew off. "Nevermind."

"Hah! Bit by a fairy, huh? Happens to most people. Why do you insist on following me?" Hoggle asked. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Dalamar, who are you?"

"Hoggle. Go away."

"I'm trying to find a way in, Hogsprout. Do you know of it?" Dalamar asked.

"Oh! It's Hoggle! And yes I do!" He sighed in frustration.

"Then how do I get into the Labyrinth?" Dalamar asked, exasperated.

"You gets in. . .there," Hoggle replied, pionting to the opening doors.

"Finally, something useful you can do. It's about time." Dalamar said, calmly stepping into the Labyrinth as Hoggle slammed the doors shut behind him.

He turned right and walked calmly, though swiftly, along the tunnel, his hand traiing down the wall, looking for openings. He had learned a thing or too from reading about Sarah's journey through the place.