Okay! Welcome to my new Story! I don't any characters belong to Jim Henson! Just my OC. I will add other strange names later on! But I hope you guys like it! I'm doing my best on this! I have gotten into mode of the Labyrinth for some time. Hopefully I'm writing Jareth, the Goblin King correctly. xD Please leave a review! I'm just starting to get back into writing again. Also I have updated with a help of a friend!

Chapter One- A Hoping Wish

A white with brown color barn owl perched himself in a tree in a park where people roam. Usually, a barn owl would never be awake during the day or be seen by anyone, but this owl wasn't a normal barn owl. This owl was quite special indeed. Each day, he would sit in a tree, watching a young girl about the age of 18 with long wavy light honey colored hair, wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. She would sit underneath a tree with an old, red leathery book in her hand, reading the adventure of the story. The title on the booked was called "Labyrinth."

How did a book end up in this girl's hand when the dangers about this story can come true at any moment? It started only two weeks ago when the young girl, her name was Rose, found a book lying in the middle of the side walk when she was heading home from school by crossing through the park. Instead of heading home right away when she found the book, Rose decided to sit down under a tree to read the book.

"The Goblin King…" Rose spoke softly as she read the story. "I wonder if he could be real…" She then gazed up quietly to the sky. "It would be interesting if he was…" Rose sighed to herself only got into two of the chapters before she had to close the book.

"I wish he was… or rather… I wish the Goblin King was real… but I guess for it to come true, I would need to continue reading the story… I need to get home before my mom worries…" Rose placed the book into her backpack as she got up from the ground and hurried home.

Hearing the wish, a man with wild, untamed, hair and dressed in black tights with long, black leather boots, strange black cape with a black leather jacket which hid his white ruffle shirt from sight, had stepped out from the shadow with an interesting expression upon his face. "So she wishes I was real, huh? Maybe… Maybe she is the one that I am looking for… I should keep an eye upon this girl just to be sure… There is something special about this girl, more than meets the eye. "Within a blink of an eye, the man disappeared from sight and a barn owl had appeared. He flew off to follow the young girl.

The house, which Rose lived, was a two story house with rock made walls and the bottom of the house showed red bricks. It had a fenced in yard with an in-ground swimming pool and a gazebo beside it. The barn owl found a tree near a bedroom and perched himself onto a branch to see the window of the room.

Inside the room had a lot of materials such as fabrics, yarn, and many crafting items. There was even a sewing machine against the window. He wasn't sure if the girl would appear, but she did. He watched her quietly as she began to work on a project of a doll. She got up to open the window for a bit to let the cool breeze into the room before she started to work on her doll. She took out a skin color fabric from the closet and set it on the table before she took her patterns from a folder and she went ahead on cutting out the pattern.

The owl watched the girl as he noticed that she was cutting out the forms of a body from the fabric and set it in a neat little pile. He stayed quiet with interest as he continued to watch her. The girl, Rose, continued to work on her fabric, working on the dark color fabric to create the clothes she wanted for the doll. She set it aside and placed the scissors back into a drawer before she took out a piece of paper containing a list of what she had to do. She placed a couple check marks on the paper before setting it down beside the patterns.

Rose brushed her hair out of her face as she leaned back in her chair, staring out at the window. "I hope I can get this doll done and show it off… It is a shame that I don't have a picture of what the Goblin King really looks like…"

Rose reached over and picked up a picture frame that held a picture of her father, mother, and herself. A tear fell down her cheek as she stared at her father in the photo and she slowly touched the picture with a sigh leaving her lips. "I'm trying my best, Daddy… I really do miss you a lot… I wish you were here so I could show you my crafting skills…" Rose then hugged the picture tightly to her chest as she reached up, taking the golden frames off of her face as she rubbed her eyes. "I need to get a better grip on myself. It already been a little over a year since his death and yet, it still doesn't feel real..."

Rose placed the picture frame back onto table as she got up from the chair. She stretched her form as she placed the glasses back on her face and she ran her fingers through her hair as she left her crafting room and into her own room to get ready for bed.

The barn owl watched as the girl left the room and he quietly flew over to the next tree, seeing the lights on. He sat there waiting patiently in the tree for the next half hour until the lights were turned off. He then flew through the window that was left open in the craft room and changed into his human form. With his mismatched eyes of blue and green, he scanned the room. He walked over to the table where he saw Rose sitting at and he silently picked up a picture frame which showed the picture of girl and her parents.

"So she lost her father and yet she still has the spirit to keep her mind dreaming in fantasy," He spoke to himself in a low tone. He set the picture frame down as he continued to scan the room that in hopes that something else would capture his interest. He noticed the shelves with some handmade dolls. One looked like a turtle with a mask, another was a shadow being. He then noticed a crochet blanket folded on a lounge chair and he reached out to touch it, feeling the texture of the yarn being soft. The color of the blanket was mix of blue and gold and it was a large square shape that could almost cover a full size bed.

"She does have talent to create something beautiful and she seems to finish what she has started," He told himself as he turned to leave the room until he noticed the list near by the patterns that she had cut earlier. Taking the paper within his long slender fingers, his eyes fell upon the writing that she had written.

"Number One, cut the patterns for the body of the Goblin King. Number two, cut out the patterns for his clothes. Number three, make sure to find right the pattern or material for the hair and start stitching the body together. Number four, continue reading the story. Number five, try to get friends to hang out and show off the finished dolls…" He raised an eyebrow at the list, noticing the first two were check marked. This definitely got his attention as he set the list back down and he stepped out of the room into the hallway. "How intriguing that this young girl is trying to create something that looks like me… She may be the one other than Sarah Williams who has beaten my Labyrinth… "

Goblin King was heartbroken when Sarah saved her brother and turned him down to be his queen, he had been in a pissed off mood which all the goblins and other creatures had to hide when he entered the rooms. It had been about five years since all that had happen.

He glanced to the left side to see the railing went gave view of a very large living room. It was like he was standing on a balcony. He then stopped at the first door from the crafting room, slowly pushing the door open to peek inside to find that there was a small brown dog asleep on her bed and the girl curled up against her pillow. He frown a bit as he reached in and waved some magic into the room so that the animal would stay asleep and wouldn't wake anyone up.

He walked over to the bed and gazed down towards the girl who slept peacefully. He reached down to brush her cheek against his finger hidden within the leather gloves. He could sense that she had a pure of heart, a strong of will, and magic of imaginations.

"I can sense some type of magic in her… It is strong, but yet weak also. She definitely may be the one I need… She does have the pure of heart and the strong will of her own to stand up against me or anyone else, but it seem that her confidence in herself is weak. I can surely fix that indeed…" A playful smirked appeared on his face. "I will definitely have to see how well this she will do in my kingdom and to see her get stronger and better…"

She suddenly groaned as she turned in her bed, causing him to step away from her and stay silent. Did she sense him? He wasn't sure as he stared down at her, watching her sleeping face with her beautiful hair falling into her face. "I must keep an eye on her for now…" He told himself as he gently brushed her hair off her face. "I will be watching you, my precious girl… In due time, I will show you everything and teach you what you need to become my queen... "

The Goblin King finally stepped away from her and he turned around to leave, vanishing from thin air back to the underground world until next time.