Inkescape
Chapter 1
"it's a good thing I'm already awake." thought Orpheus. He heard the cold wind howling outside his thin hut, as he sat at his desk. It was the middle of the night, although he couldn't have told you the exact time for his watch's battery had lost since died and there were no clocks in this world.
Even though it was almost July, in the northern mountains it was still freezing! "I'm tired of this!" he practically shouted! Then realized what he did and slapped his hand over his mouth. In the almost 5 years he had been here he had learned a few things, one was never to make loud noises especially not in the middle of the night or you might find yourself face to face with a night-mare or even worse a red-cap!
Why did he have to forget what was the most important, when it mattered the most? He sat in silence for a moment, the only thing he could hear was his breath and the breathing of his sleeping glass man. "What is his name?" Orpheus wondered to himself aloud. He found that speaking out loud to himself helped him think. For some reason all his glass men died or simply disappeared soon after he got them, and he had just gotten this one. This didn't bother him at all, because when that happened he just wrote another one into his hut.
He never got attached to any of them, in fact the only living thing he had even gotten to close to was his dog. "Well him and Dustfinger," he grumbled "but that didn't work out so well." His glass man stirred, lifting him from his thinking. He listened intently for a few more seconds then finally relaxed. Nothing had heard him, good.
"I don't even know what all to be afraid of anymore" mumbled Orpheus "it seems almost everyday I discover another creature to be feared. It is getting more and more dangerous to live out here. But I can't go back, no I can't go back to Ombra or any town! The Black Prince and his followers would find me and Mo would tell them to kill me! No I can't go back there." he thought "What about the real world? Its been so long since I have had running water or a nice new bed to sleep on. Yes! Yes! That's perfect! Oh wait, drat it all that wouldn't work either, I probably don't have so much as a penny to my name. My nephew Timmy, greedy fellow he is, most likely proclaimed me dead and as heir took everything."
" And I still have to get my revenge. Revenge is such a sweet, sweet thing. Mo and Resa deserve it. But the one who is going to get the worst of it, is Meggie. No one could ever shut up about how "She read herself here!" and "Oh how great she is!"
" Nothing I think up seems horrible enough though, whatever I do to her has to worse then death, and then, of course, death."
And with that thought he began to write, not even bothering to wake the sleeping glass man. At first his idea was a simple fuzzy thought, but then as he wrote the idea grew more and more. At last when dawn was just breaking, he finished. He looked over his writing again. "This might be my best work yet." He said to himself. He heard a rustling behind him, he froze. Then he heard a small squeaky voice:
"Master?"
"What?" snapped Orpheus
"Would you like me to set the ink with sand, sir?" he asked timidly
"Fine. Just be careful with it, its very important."
The small green tinted glass man hurriedly began sprinkling sand across the parchment. Orpheus noticed that when the small man thought he was not watching, he snuck some sand into his mouth. "oh well," he though unworriedly "maybe if he eats he won't die as fast" He was entirely pleased with what he had wrote. He had written horrible things for the entire family. Meggies being by far the worst, but Mos was no walk in the park either. Resa and her small son Matty were mostly just tools in the other twos fate. "But," he thought wickedly to himself "why not make them suffer as well?" He was eager to force their new destiny upon them, but wondered if there might be some way to make it worse. "Perhaps I could warn them." He mumbled "Yes. Make them worry for a few days, wonder what could happen. Yes… yes…"