Hi, this is Shadow saying Hi, and this is my first Inkheart story that's been nawing at my mind since I thought of it while reading Inkdeath and listening to Paramore. I love these books, they are simply amazing. If you are reading this im sure you agree!^_^ I do go on so don't I? Read on, please!
Meggie raced through the undergrowth, jumping fallen trees and ducking low-hanging branches, she could see them in her minds eye, forever coming closer, forever hunting her. In truth they were not following her, they hadn't even seen her. Living a life on the run had gotten to her, it's the same with most people who do it for long enough. She slipped down between two huge slabs of rock that were concealed by a mass of ferns. Making her way along the dark, damp, dripping tunnel she attempted unsuccessfully to calm her pounding heart. Her mind was busy spinning words and phrases into longer and more complex sequences, that would be read aloud, brought to life by her sliver tongue. Words that would help bring down that foureyes bastard.
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Meggie strode into the vast cavern that all the tunnels eventually led to. Her echoing footsteps alerted Doria to her presence and he looked up from the parchment in front of him. A while after Mo, or 'The Bluejay' as he was commonly known, had been claimed by the White Women Meggie had insisted that he learn how to read and write properly. She said it was 'useful'; it was just a major headache in his opinion. "Meggie!" he sprang up and ran over, "You OK? You look troubled."
"I'm concentrating, where's Rosenquartz?"
"Over here!" piped his small, reedy voice, "I have parchment and ink ready."
"Thank you," Meggie breathed as she sat down on the stump of wood that served as a chair. She immediately settled, snatched up the sharpened quill and began to write. Doria watched over her shoulder, marvelling at the way the pen barely graced the paper yet left clear definite marks. It never looked like this when attempted to put his thoughts to paper. After a while another pair of feet could be heard coming down the Northeast tunnel, the steps were soft and light. Farid. Doria didn't know why, but whenever he heard that name he felt an uncomfortable twang in his chest, something he'd never felt before. The twang turned to a throb when Meggie looked up expectantly with a small smile. Truth be told, Doria was rather starting to dislike Farid.
Bad? Good? Should I burn it and feed the ashes to hungry wolves? Please review!