Okay! It's been almost a year since I've published new chapters. Partly because I forgot my password, my email got hacked, and I didn't have any back up emails, thus I couldn't log in to publish more chapters. And to the few who like this story I'm sorry. It's just that inspiration never hit, and I know if I want to make a profession of this I got to go looking for a muse, but the story never called back to me till now. So here it is, the third chapter! Sorry its short!
P.S. reviews would be nice!
Disclaimer: I am, sadly, not Scott Westerfeld…but the characters and other book stuff are his (except the plot).
Alek knew what he had to do, but how did he go about? Making up bright ideas on his feet was more Deryn's forte than his. He looked around the small middy's cabin, thinking hard about what might lessen his best friend's burden, and caught a glimpse out the small open port hole. It was much later than he had originally thought. The sky was an inky black, and the stars were so numerous and shone so brightly, you would think someone had installed clanker walker lights into the sky; though the stars had something about them that made them much less crude.
He stared some more; the stars, the chilly night air, the sky. Alek clasped Deryn's other hand and pulled her up.
"Come on, get up. You need to go somewhere with me. You need to see."
"Blisters, Alek! Do really think I'm in the mood for sightseeing? I don't-"
Then all of a sudden, Alek pulled Deryn close to him, and looking into her eyes. He saw a whole mixture of emotions, bubbling and brewing, threatening to spill over, and they should. The realization shot anger through his veins. The realization that deryn sharp had the right. The right to feel however she wanted, the right to express those feelings however she wanted. And the fact that she couldn't allow herself made him angry. He knew that pretending to be a boy made it even harder for the fearless Deryn Sharp to show even the smallest bit of weakness, but she had the damn right. And maybe, he thought, he did too
"Deryn", he said, finally. "Trust me."
This time, it was Deryn's turn for some staring. Deryn saw in Alek's eyes something that was earnest, pure, hopeful. And behind that, a spark. Something, she thought, that with his parents' death, she could never hope to see. Looking into his eyes, full of all these emotions made her heart wrench and twist and light on fire. But in a good way. If you can believe that the wrenching, twisting and burning of you innards can be good.
She said,"Aye, I trust you, more than any other sod. But this better be barking good!
"Oh, it will be." Alek said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go!"
And with that, they ran, this time with Alek leading the way.