Innocence lost

by Readytorock

Kidnapped and afraid, Meggie is taken into the world and heart of Inkheart; Capricorn at her side. When she reads Dustfinger back into his world five years later he is greeted to a different girl, who has most certainly grown up; in more ways than one. What he is doesn't know is whether she is friend or now a foe. Will become more mature rated in later chapters.

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This is going to go into quite a mature story so you've been warned! expect sex in further chapters (not underage)

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Innocence. This is surely one the most sought after and most unobtainable qualities possessed within the human world. Ignorance? It is an abundance, but innocence it is found only in the young. The most beautiful aspect of it, is its inability to be bought and its sheer vulnerability. Innocence is taken every day. This is the story of how I lost mine.

Meggie sighed heavily, watching her own breath appear in a cloud of white mist in front of her. Shivering she pulled her coat more tightly around her and for the what seemed like the thousandth time checked her watch. Mo was late as usual. Meggie had been tired from their travelling so he'd allowed her a nap whilst he roamed yet another bookstore, looking for something and yet would never tell her what. It drove her mad.

Reaching for the handle she stopped, glancing outside the truck window. A glint of gold had caught her eye, a passerby who she'd first mistook for a disheveled woman was instead a strikingly handsome man with tangled blonde locks, just shy of his shoulders. Although it was some time since Meggie had seen such a good looking man, especially as she spent most her days in antique stores, it was not what caught her eye. Rather the marks upon the left side of his face, almost like claw marks but what appeared as burns. Meggie pulled the handle and stepped out, heading towards the bookstore her father had entered, chancing a look at the stranger, he was greeting her with his own curious stare, as it could be described as nothing less.

Entering the store she was greeted to the usual smells that accompanied books, must, wood and the multiple owners colognes and perfumes that traced their pages. Like Mo, Meggie too loved books but unlike her father she had not affinity to a particular book, but her favourites were of the fantastical variety. Spotting Mo crouched over a boxful of old novels she peered over his shoulder, "any luck?" Startled, Mo stood up straight, shaking his head in annoyance, "none i'm afraid.." Meggie had learned to stop asking what it was they were searching for, Mo would simply state that it was a particularly valuable novel out of copyright, and yet it did little to explain his obsession with it.

Mo wrapped his arm around Meggie when he noticed her shivering again, warmly he reassured her, "lets go get a hot chocolate to warm you up, eh." Stepping out of the shop they both spotted the blonde man once more, but Mo's reaction to him was surprising to say the least, and startling to Meggie who'd never seen her father act so violently. Before she knew it the man was slammed against the side of their van, Mo's hand at his throat and a look that Meggie had only seen when he spoke of her mother. These two aspects combined was bewildering, but what was clear was that this man was from Mo's past, a past Meggie was about to come face to face with.

From that moment on nothing would be the same. And that was alright. For the longest time Meggie had driven from bookshop to bookshop, gone from classroom to classroom and had little excitement in her life. The scarred man, Dustfinger being his name, was to change every ounce of normality in her life. She never looked back. Maybe that was where it all went wrong.