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Everything you wanted I have done.

Oh yes. And she had made sure of that, hadn't she?

"I wish I could see my friends again, right now!"
The last words had been emphasized with two petulant raps against the mirror to vent off some of the growing frustration she felt over the continuous absence of her friends.
She had tried just about any combination of "I need you" and "please come to talk to me" she could think of and nothing had happened – the mirror stubbornly refused to show her what she coveted.
With an exasperated sigh she ruffled her hair and buried her face in her hands. "It ain't gonna work" she mumbled to herself defeated.

"Not surprising, if you use the wrong words," came the scathing reply to her monologue from behind her.

Sarah looked up and nearly choked on her breath when she locked eyes with the Goblin King in her mirror.
She turned on her stool abruptly, knocking over a glass of water and several books in her haste. She ignored them and stared instead at the figure of the man, who was casually leaning against her bedpost and was currently regarding her with a superior and slightly bored expression.

"You!" she shrieked.
"Get out of my room! I defeated you and you have no power over me and if you try to pull off one of your funny games ever again, I swear…"

Her tirade was effectively cut short by his cold and commanding voice, "Enough!"
His eyes flashed at her dangerously and all of a sudden her bravado evaporated like a balloon that had been punctured.
She wasn't giving in without a fight though; rather more timidly than in the beginning, yet still with as much contempt as she dared, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"Well Sarah, I believe you made a wish. What is it you desire from me this time?" he drawled.
When she didn't respond to this, he clucked his tongue impatiently. "Come on girl, I haven't got all day! What is it that you want?"

"A wish?" she repeated somewhat stupidly, grappling with her confusion about the absurdity of the whole situation.

"Yes Sarah, a wish," he replied tartly with an air of someone, who had to explain a simple matter to a very obtuse person.

Something was finally clicking into place.
"Oh. Well, yes I suppose I was making a wish of sorts. I wished that I could speak to my friends again, " she admitted.

He eyed her shrewdly for a moment. "You mean the dimwits you picked up on your way through my labyrinth?"

"No. I mean my friends, Hoggle, Sir Didymus and Ludo," she snapped, her temper quickly firing up again at his derogative reference to her friends.
"They said that whenever I needed them, I should call. And I have tried every evening since I got back, it just doesn't work!"
Even to herself the last bit had sounded whiny and she therefore hurried to add, "Please. I'd love to see them again!"
She looked up at his impassive face imploringly.

His mouth curled into a disdainful sneer, he shrugged off the bedpost and conjured a crystal with a wave of his hand.
"I don't know why anyone would bother, but I can certainly grant you your wish. What are you willing to pay for it though?" he lifted his gaze from the crystal in his hand and looked at her calculatingly.

Sarah had been busy staring at the crystal, her hands already outstretched to take it from him, when his last question shook her out of her reverie.
"Pay?" she asked mystified.

"Of course. Or did you think having ones wishes fulfilled came for nothing?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, as if daring her to say "Yes" and thus confirm his suspicions, that she was not only selfish and bratty, but stupid on top of it too.

She was waiting for him to elaborate and when he didn't, she prompted rather aggressively, "Well, what do you want?"

His eyebrows rose even further up on his forehead and belatedly she realized that she may have insulted him with her rude reply. After all he had shown up to grant her wish, a little gratitude or at least politeness probably wasn't going amiss.
"I mean what would you like to have for fulfilling my wish? " she corrected herself.

He smirked at her, knowing full well that she was only barely civil because he could offer her something she wanted, and then took his own sweet time to look around her room and make her squirm while she was waiting for his decision about what he would accept for payment.
His roaming eyes finally settled on something behind her shoulder and with determination he pointed to the object. "I will have this necklace."

It was a little heart charm on a gold chain, given to Sarah on her thirteenth birthday by her mother and she was, therefore, rather attached to it. She picked it up and contemplated it, painful indecision clearly written on her face.
"And you won't have anything else? Any other piece of jewellery?" she ascertained glancing up at him.
He silently shook his head and watched her agonize over the small gold chain for another moment before she gave herself a visible jerk and dropped the trinket in his gloved palm with a resigned sigh.

"There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he taunted her, a triumphant smile playing around his lips.
"And here is your wish. Until we meet again Sarah."

And before she had time to prepare herself, he tossed the crystal at her head, causing her to shield her face in anticipation of the impact.
It never came.
The crystal vanished in a puff of smoke upon making contact – and with it its sinister creator.
His derisive laughter still ringing in her ears, she stamped her foot in vexation. "Arrogant jerk!"

Her annoyance was quickly dispelled though, when she spotted with a squeal of delight the familiar forms of Ludo, Hoggle and Sir Didymus in her mirror.

She had thought at the time that the loss of the necklace her mother had given her was a small sacrifice to make, when in turn she could have her friends from the labyrinth back in her life. It was after all only a piece of jewellery and a slightly tacky one at that too.
She came to regret the decision more thoroughly though, when her mother died in a car crash some two weeks later and everything connected with Linda became all of a sudden an invaluable treasure to her mourning self.