10 Years after Inkdeath

by Whatsthenews

Thomas Folchart, son of Mo and Resa, is an adventurous young boy who always likes to hear about the world where his family supposedly came from. He thought his was all fiction. Until and event came that changed the way he viewed things.

1. 10 Years Later

A/N- Please do not feel like it is hurting my feelings when you criticize my writing. Please do not hold back on any suggestions in your reviews. (I do not own any of these characters, Cornelia Funke does)

10 Years Later

Thomas Folchart ran through the thick underbrush as fast as he could. It was almost light and if he wasn't home soon he would be in big trouble with his mother, Resa and father, Mo. Young Thomas always called his parents by their real names, not once in his memory did he call Mo, Father, and never called Resa, mother. Maybe it was because that is what his older sister, Meggie always called his parents by their first names.

Meggie, who is now almost twenty three years old, is always with her boyfriend, Doria. Thomas Folchart never got why Doria has not proposed to Meggie yet. Mo once told him that Meggie and Doria have been dating since before he was born. Thomas would not oppose of this marriage if it were to happen soon. Doria was like an older brother to him he was always pleasant with him too. Doria likes inventing things for Thomas and Meggie. He once gave Meggie funny wings that she can fly with. He also gave Tomas a device that told him when it was morning, midday, and night. His sister called it a "wrist watch".

Now his "wrist watch" as his sister called it, said morning was just about here! Thomas picked up his pace. Soon he was at the farmhouse where he and his family lived. The house looked like any other farmhouse around. Except that this house had an extra one roomed building which served as Mo's workshop. Mo is one of the best bookbinders in all of Lombrica. He often binds books for the queen herself.

Being as quiet as possible, Thomas inched his way up to the back door. As always the wooden door creaked as loudly as possible as he walked into the quiet room, pretty much advertising to the world that he was sneaking in. As Thomas Folchart closed the door relief swept over him. He had snuck into Ombra and back without getting caught. But he had let his guard down too soon.

A candle was lit and right next to the door was his mother. Sewing up the holes in his old tunic. She sat up and stared straight at Thomas and asked, "Thomas, where have you been?"