Hi guys, dont worry the shortness of the chapters is soon to change! It's just a way of me getting a quick understanding of events and what actually happened, while looking into peoples inner thoughts...Please Review and follow if you like :)
I don't own Inkheart or the Inkworld unfortunatly. But I'll stick with Paul Bettany. - All rights to Cornelia Funke; you marvellous woman you.
This hadn't turned out like he's hoped.
Like he's prayed.
Dustfinger had looked back at that castle with remorse and an explosive and heavy guilt resting on his shoulders. He almost turned back, he almost became the man he always wanted to be. Almost.
The glint of hope left his eyes and his shoulders slumped back down as he turned away from the castle and continued on. Moving away from his future while escaping his years had passed since that day and the guilt had still not shifted.
Every morning he woke up with a sickness spreading in his abdomen and an image, an image that for some reason moved him more today, pained him to his very soul; if he even had one. Meggie. He saw her how she had been then; trapped, helpless and alone, emotions which had been feeling since the day he was torn from his world.
He sat up and looked across at the marten who only cocked its head in puzzlement at Dustfingers depression. Letting out a pained laugh he stood and dusted himself off from the nights sleep in yet another alley and looked at his surroundings, tasting the cold air and feeling its bite.
He knew now what he had to do, to make the guilt go away, even if it five years too late, he had to it; for her. He closed his eyes and pictured her blonde hair pulled into childlike pigtails, a smile on her face as she watched him play with fire.
That was Meggie, the girl who played with fire and got burnt.
