I wrote this after finishing Inkdeath with a feeling of being betrayed by the author, however as my emotions lack the strength and impact that others experience this piece was all I needed to write to cure this feeling, anyway I hope you all like it, please R&R!

"Ah, Poor Farid." a voice rumbled out of nowhere, startling the lonely traveling fire-dancer, not The Fire-Dancer, but a younger man, the former pupil of the legendary Dustfinger.
"My heart aches for you, though you should admit that it was your own fault"
"Who are you? What are you talking about?" the fire-tamer demands in a shaky voice as he still carried some fear of ghosts in his now lonely heart.
"I, like others you have met, carry many names. All my names would be needed to bind me, but one is sufficient to give me form before you."
Farid called up a fire that danced just above his skin and draped it over his shoulders to give him the courage to ask:
"Why would I want to do that?" he stammered out.
"Your foolishness drew me hear, to offer you a chance to experience briefly a world where you didn't neglect part of your heart for another..."

"Who are you?" he nervously asked again as some inkling told him that this could be a painful deal for him and probably touched on Her and how he'd blundered with the keeping of her heart, resulting in his current travels with loneliness a constant companion he could never shake.
Try as he might he still couldn't identify quite where he had gone wrong.
"I am Dragon Alterum, the Eternal Mirror, and I want to teach you where you went wrong, and let you experience what you never did, so that you can finally move on with your life and stop tormenting me."
Farid blinked.
"Tormenting you?"
"Yes tormenting me! Your loneliness is another weight on my shoulders, when I must bare all the sorrows in the multiverse and you refusing to see what you did wrong and move on is just an added inconvenience for me to deal with on top of everything else, I have two worlds picked out that should teach you enough though if needed I can find some less than pleasant ones to show you as well."
Farid was now now confused more than scared, but his old fears were still there holding him back. He suddenly felt inexplicably annoyed at himself and said almost against his own will the two words of a name that would send him to experience worlds in which he hadn't chased so madly after Dustfinger or lost the chance at eventually laying claim to the hand of a beautiful silver tongued maiden and later fathering her children.
But he was also shown the darker pathways where death claimed still more of his friends from him for no more reason than the chance of which foot he stepped forward with first in the morning.
"Dragon Alterum."
And is always the case with anyone who finds themselves touched by Dragon's hauntingly soothing spirit, he was filled with a new wisdom about himself and the world he now called home and how Dragon could be as comforting as any mother, as stern as any father, as protective as any sibling, as jealous as any rival, and as needy as any child.
And over that whole journey he had learned that his chances had been better than Doria's to begin with but for his neglect had he lost Meggie to the other young man, and that his simmering jealously could turn his powerful visitor into a nightmare of countless words.
And so once returned he resigned himself to his defeat by Doria and went to visit the couple and make his peace with them.
And was surprised to hear the laughter of countless voices as he was presented with a second chance at slowly building a family of his own.