I loved Inkheart but found Meggie's lack of participation in the last book frustrating :D Here is my hope of what could have happened :D Please read and enjoy and review cos then I'll update another chapter :P
Disclaimer: I own nothing at aaallllllllll :D these words are straight from the book
"Show yourselves, daughters of death!" Mo's voice was calm as if he'd called on them many times before.
The first White Woman appeared right beside the gravestone where Mo was standing. She had only to reach out her arm to touch him, and she did touch him, as gently as if she was greeting a friend.
The second white woman appeared to his right. Another white woman appeared, then a fourth, and a fifth. They surrounded Mo and the Black Prince until Meggie saw the two men only as shadows among the misty figures.
Then the whispers began, in voices that seemed ethereal as the pale women themselves. Panic took over Meggie as she lost sight of her father. Without thinking she ran.
Doria, the Strong Man and Farid moved to stop her but she dodged around their attempts and ran towards the misty cloud.
"Mo!" She screamed and suddenly she was engulfed in mist.
"Stop her!" Orpheus voice yelled.
The whispers stopped immediately. Nothing and no one moved.
Witch, witch, witch, witch.
The White Women muttered over and over again.
Witch, witch, witch, witch.
Meggie felt a great coldness wrapping around her chest. She couldn't breathe. She was terrified but couldn't see anything but white cold. The occasional white woman.
Witch, witch, witch, witch.
Mo's heart was beating a million miles an hour as he called the women, but he'd never been more afraid than when the cloud of white women moved from him to his daughter.
He called desperately to her but couldn't hear anything over the White Women's whispers.
Meggie screamed.
A scream that echoed around the graveyard and chilled Mo to the bone. The scream stopped and the White Women left.
Just like that, no moaning, no gloating, no sudden appearance of Dustfinger. They just were gone.
Meggie stood in the middle of the graveyard.
No one could move to her, she collapsed and the spell was broken.
They reached her side as one.
She was pale as death, her hair framed her face like an angels, and she was freezing cold. Mo searched frantically for a pulse, but didn't find one.
"Stupid girl, she should have stayed away like I had told her." Orpheus' voice reached Mo's ears.
He stood and grabbed the front of the man's robes. He yelled some pretty nasty insults at the terrified man. Mo pulled out his knife and went to gut the man right there, but at the last moment he lost his nerve.
He dropped to the ground next to his daughter.
"Meggie, Meggie please wake up." He pleaded to her as he held her close.
"What happened?" Resa asked over and over again. "What happened? How could this have happened? What happened?"
Nobody could move, no one understood anything.
Yelling and screaming erupted from the trees. Soldiers appeared and ran at the group. Swords bared they moved towards the group with fierce expressions.
There was no thoughts of resistance, the group turned and ran.
Mo grabbed hold of his daughter, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. Strong black arms grabbed him and pulled him away. The Black Prince's grip was strong and he pulled the grieving father away.
"I'm not going to leave her!" He screamed over and over again but grief had rendered him weak.
Within second the strolling players were gone. The Bluejay's screams still dancing through the air.
The Piper smiled as he entered the graveyard. The place was freezing and many of his soldiers shivered in fear but the Piper refused to let those idiots see him uncomfortable.
He walked right up to the Witch's dead body and kicked it with the toe of his boot. She was gorgeous. Blonde hair lying messily around her pale face, her blue eyes sparkling like diamonds.
It was a shame really, she was too beautiful to be dead or be subject to what the Adderhead had planned for her. But orders were orders.
"You," he pointed at the nearest soldier who happened to be the least jittery of the lot, "pick her up."
The man gulped and picked the girl up easily for she was skinny and wasn't putting up any resistance.
The soldier started their walk away from the graveyard all too quickly and the Piper was left alone to do what he must.
"Thank you White Women," he called out to the cold, "and thank you Death. The Adderhead is grateful."
There was no answer much to his relief and he hurried from the graveyard, unaware of the bird watching him from the trees.
Hope you enjoyed this :D please review and I'll update the next chapterssss :D