Meet the goblin king...
"You're him, aren't you? You're the goblin king." And he was. Her voice was filled with fear as she gazed upon him. He smirked. The goblin king. He cut quite the figure in his flowing black cape and black garb. The stormy winds whipped the curtains about in a highly theatrical manner. And yet she'd tempered her vision with a clownish coif – and such comically devilish eyebrows. Well, he could work with this.
The girl begged him for her brother back. "Please, where is he?" As if he knew. She was the one who had made him Goblin King.
"You know very well where he is." As the word "castle" rose to the top of her consciousness, he pounced, claiming it for his own. Before she could visualize it, he turned the idea this way and that, molding it to become his own, claiming his domain.
The Underworld. Stormy. Bleak. It suited the dramatic nature ascribed to him. His castle became fantastical and illogical, hovering somewhere between natural formation and architecture. The brat could stay there, for all he cared. His subjects could look after the child. There had to be some benefit to being king over the ridiculous creatures the girl had given him.
"Sarah. Don't defy me." Fear for her brother, fear of him, and a secret desire for the realization of her dreams washed over him. The crystal ball he held, the offering of her own dreams, wound about between his fingers and became the lithe body of a snake. He tossed her the serpent, yet at the last moment her unconscious defenses clamped down, transmuting her snake to lifeless cloth. The thoughts she had discarded emerged from the cloth in the form of a particularly hairy and mischievous goblin.
She was gaining too much control. In order for the power to be his, she must believe it to be. The Goblin King took advantage of the fear she evidenced. "You're no match for me, Sarah," the arrogant claim insinuating itself in her mind. The idea took root and power flooded through him. He reached for it, encircling himself and Sarah, and willed.
The chapters are short, because the ideas only come a little bit at a time. Let me know what you think!