Mistake

Telling Orpheus what I knew was probably the most stupid thing I have done since getting stuck in these dreary dungeons. I still curse myself for those few words, it would have worked better just to spill my guts on the white women. But enough about now let me finish my story…

After playing fan girl Orpheus got red-faced and practically yelled (which made his voice even more unimpressive than it was built up in the book) "You do not speak to me like that. You do not disrespect me! I am your creator! See this piece of parchment," he said shoving the paper in my face, "I created you, and you know nothing about me."After Orpheus calmed down he inquired, looking down at Inkdeath, "What is that book about?" He spoke to me like I was a little girl, outraged I was about to come up with a sarcastic comeback when an Arabian boy came in with a bottle of liquor. It took me a few seconds to realize that this was Farid. The boy was about 5'8 and had a slightly depressed expression on his face. As he walked in he glanced at me and looked back to Orpheus expressing angrily, "How is she" he pointed to me, "going to help get Dustfinger back? You promised that this," he referred me once again, "would help get him back, you said that it would be the key thing you will need to bring him from the white women. All you come up with was her!"

"I told you that it might help. I told you that she might be the key to getting Dustfinger back, I said nothing concrete." Orpheus said in an innocent voice. I did not really hear Orpheus's comeback, I was quivering with anger at that moment, Hey, and I am standing right here! I thought angrily and thought a few other words that described Farid's outraging words but I rated this fanfiction K so I won't mention them.

As the initial rage wore off I actually felt sorry for the Arab boy, I could really tell that he was desperate to get Dustfinger back. Orpheus spoke, interrupting my thoughts, "Now, let me continue," while pouring himself a generous portion of wine, "What is that book about?"

I decided to tell a story based on the front cover because I figured out at that moment the stupidity of the information I just gave away, "Well it is about," I glanced at the cover, Lets see, Skull, Unicorn, Castle, Oh "A disease in the land of… Inkdeath and bob has to find the rare unicorn horn to cure the people." I saw Orpheus's expression change into something like amusement, "Are you seriously think you can fool me with such a pathetic lie? Or would you like continue telling me stories of Bob the unicorn hunter" I shrugged, "If you don't believe me fine, I never said it was a well written story."

"Give. Me. The. Book" Orpheus said, anger lingering in his voice, his hand was extended. Unable to give up the book I ground my foot into his rich shoes, Orpheus gave an agonized cry and I took my chance. In one swift movement I bolted for the door at the other end of the room. I barely got through the door frame when a huge man cut off my path. Without thinking, I took a sharp right turn down a hallway. I took the door at the end of the hall… Dead end.

I heard the body guard, Oss was his name, walking down the hall, cutting off my only exit. I had to think quickly, I had to hide the book. The first thing I saw was the fireplace. Without thinking it completely through I placed the book on one of the uneven bricks on the inside of the fire place. The fireplace was obviously not used often because by the time Oss came in with Orpheus behind him I surprisingly was not covered in soot. That right there is probably the luckiest break I had since being dumped in this world.

The second the two came through the door Orpheus ordered Oss to search the room. I was just standing there, in the middle of the room watching Oss search in all of the wrong places. Orpheus, red faced cried, "You little rat! You will pay for this, I will get Oss to teach you some manners down in the basement. Oss, forget the search, we will find it later, for now take this little witch to the basement and teach her some manners."

I looked up at the man, he was obviously uncomfortable with beating up a girl. But he obeyed Orpheus anyway and grabbed me. Fighting back was useless, he had me in an iron grip and I was towed down into a cellar and tied to a pole. Orpheus was standing in the door way, "Leave her here" he said, "I will think of something proper to use as punishment." Though he tried to hide it, as he was walking away he was limping, I must have really ticked him off. I stifled a snicker. As he closed the cellar door all the light in the room vanished. Leaving me in the dark.

A/N- I want to ask again if I got the Inkheart characters right. I am asking this because in other Fanfiction stories when people don't stick to a certain character's personality it annoys me to no end. I really want to keep that from happening in this particular fanfiction.