I haven't actually read Inkdeath yet so whatever character what's his face portrays will most certainly be the opposite of his intended self. Point of the matter is I love how Farid and Meggie start their own love story in Inkspell and I wish to keep them that way.

Also, if anyone could be so kind as to give me a description of Darius- was it?, please do so that I don't offend any of the diehard fans.

He was a lady's charmer. Quick with his wit as well as his feet. True he could be unbearably curious and he would always pester Dustfinger with question after question, Farid was reasonably proper when he wanted to be. His smooth black hair was tied to the nape of his neck as he snapped his fingers and whispered soft intangible words that could never be understood.

Fire willingly followed him, ever since Dustfinger gave him the small bead of fire honey to eat.

Admittedly, Farid felt a share of hatred for fire. It was fire that occupied Dustfinger's mind that sometimes, he forgot that the child was with him as well. He forgot that Meggie had read Farid into the book she dearly loved. Inkheart had been the start of many beginnings, but it had also been the welcome to many ends.

Farid knew that what he and Meggie had, was a childish crush. No wonder it didn't last and she had drifted away from him, to the point that she fell in love with someone else. It didn't matter to Farid anymore. He knew his mistakes in their relationship. He had taken things too fast and mistook his infatuation for Meggie as the same exact feelings he bore when he met a beautiful street merchant from his own world, his former book. He hadn't really loved Meggie (perhaps he did, but those feelings had been unstable at the time since he was so young), he had simply admired her.

Admired her for being so brave, cunning, unbelievably smart and, determined to save her father. But sadly, to Farid, that had been the problem. Of course, Meggie had loved him, he saw the feeling when he stared deep into her blue eyes that left him floating about as if he stared at the sky itself. But she loved her father more, and he loved Dustfinger despite the fact that she held his heart captive in her hands and her angel-tongue.

He had never imagined that they would have ended that way. That was the saddest thing, now that you thought about it. Whenever he was at peace, like now when he played with fire, he would close his eyes and see her face. Her smile and her beautiful blonde hair that he had lost. When he concentrated enough, he would hear her voice, her sweet and honey-like voice drifting in the wind, mingling with the cackling fires loud and harsh tongues.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of her again." Dustfinger's hand made a brief collision with the back of the Arabian boy's head. The small bite of pain made Farid wince before he let a cheeky grin make its way to his sixteen year old face as the fires stopped their captivating dance, only to disappear as if they had never been there.

"I wasn't Dustfinger." It was the fire dancer's name that brought joy to his face. He said it with so much love, pride, and care that the blonde man couldn't believe he was so lucky to have someone for him. Farid would always remain loyal to him, no matter what, it seemed. Not even in exchange for the girl that turned him into a love sick fool. "Will Roxanne be angry that I took you away again?"

"Since when did it matter to you whether Roxanne gets mad with you, or for that matter, me?" It felt like old times. Farid wiped the swept off of his brow and grabbed his plain shirt, wiping the sweat off of his bare chest and arms. He never did feel awkward when his shirt was on the ground instead of on his body. "To answer your question, she most certainly will be furious. But won't mind if you stay for dinner."

Farid smiled. Roxanne had taken a liking to the boy when he had helped convince Brianna into leaving the palace walls and coming back to her home, to the small farm by the hill. Ever since then he was welcomed, by Roxanne and many others who roamed the Inkworld.

"Farid." Dustfinger's voice brought him out of his thoughts. The look of shock and fear, though well masked, compelled the boy into a solemn silence. "Why don't you go and make sure that Roxanne has enough bowls laid out for us. I have a feeling that we have company."

Turning back, Farid felt his heart drop at the sight of them. She looked so lost, with her shaken up expression and her bewildered blue eyes. It's as if she hadn't been to this magical Inkworld before.

"So whatever made you come back, Silvertongue?" The black prince had come to join them for dinner and the hut glowed with life, as it always did. Not even the sudden arrival of Mo and Meggie could thwart their ever growing joy.

"I've come to ask for your help." Mo let out a shaky breathe before helping himself to some wine. The black prince noticed his hunger and shook his head.

"Forgive me." He turned to Roxanne "Perhaps we should eat before discussing the matter, after all, we have time."

Farid couldn't keep his eyes off of her as Brianna set soup for all of them down the makeshift table. She hadn't changed much over the last two years they had missed so much of each other. Her paste blonde hair ran past her back down to her waist. Her shoulders were squared as if she wanted to shrink into her seat. Farid smiled to himself as he bit into a fresh strawberry, Meggie had grown beautifully and he couldn't bear to glance any other direction.

Neither could Dustfinger.

In all honesty, Meggie grew to become a lot like her mother in terms of her outer features and for a while, Dustfinger had to convince himself that it wasn't Resa he was seeing, but her daughter who was merely a carbon copy of her. A copy that was so pale it looked like death was upon her herself. Speaking of which, where was she? Over the years, Dustfinger failed to see Mo without beautiful Theresa at his side.

"There was a complication." Mo was staring at his daughter who shied away from his gaze. Certainly odd of the Meggie the Inkworld had come to know. "Meggie had gotten into an accident, along with Resa. She's fine, but the doctor insists she stay in the hospital where she would be safe."

"Dear child!" Roxanne gripped the girl by her arms and pulled her away from the table. She obviously wasn't well enough to eat and this matter worried Mo even more as he chewed on fresh bread.

"Don't!" Meggie's shrill voice startled all of them as she attempted to push Roxanne away. "Don't...touch me! I know not a single one of you!"

"W-What are you talking about my sweet?" Farid held his hand out to touch Meggie, but had thought better and kept it firmly by his side.

"The accident Mo speaks of," Meggie whispered, strained as she lowered her head "caused me to lose my memory. So I know no one but my...father and mother."

It's short I guess, but bear with me. I usually write chapters with more than two thousand words. But I need to know, does this story have potential or should I stop it before I lose my patience for writing?

Critic is appreciated-not neglected.