INKSUN
Chapter one – The Moor
Meggie rested her head on the Crisp Grass, watching the sunset, her pen and notebook lay abandoned beside her as she gazed at the bright sky, she was lost in her own thoughts; how beautiful the Inkworld looked at night, the vivid colours making the sky come to life. Every day she had come here, every day since…, since 'it' had happened. Every day she had brought down her pen and notebook and sat here, on the moor, away from everyone, away from life at the camp. Mo and Resa had tried their hardest to find out what she did in those hours she spent alone, but Meggie couldn't tell them, she didn't want to, because, however hard she tried to hide the truth, it kept coming back at her; she didn't know what she was doing herself, all she knew is that she needed these few hours every day, to herself, alone with nothing but her thoughts.
As the colours faded from the sky, Meggie heaved herself to her feet and gathered her pen and notebook in her arms. She sighed as she saw the blank, empty pages longing to be filled with words, for the reason she brought them down to the moor with her every night was that a few weeks ago she had, had an idea, an idea that would make everything right again, everything back to normal, with everyone happy, everyone, including Dustfinger. Meggie's idea had been to write Dustfinger back into Inkworld herself, no one else would do it; Orpheus just moped around the camp all day, kicking the oak-imps out of his way and continually sniffing the air, as though there was a bad smell under his nose; Fenoglio acted completely opposite to Orpheus, always jumping up in surprise if a fairy, accidentally flew into him and walking around with a permanent expression of disbelief on his face. Well; Meggie had thought, if no one else will do it then I might as well have a go. The first few nights Meggie had come to the moor, she had sat, pen in hand with her notebook in her lap and tried to write, but nothing came, she tried as hard as she could to think up a few lines that would make Dustfinger appear, but it was no use, and the notebook stayed blank, after that Meggie had still tried to her story but her heart was no longer in it, and now she only brought her pen and paper to make her feel that she was, at least trying to do something help.
She groaned as she packed away the notebook, frustrated that she had let herself give up so easily and then headed off back to camp, back to misery.