A/N: I know, I know...it's been forever since I've updated. But thanks to R, I've been persuaded to finish all of my unfinished fanfics! This first chapter takes place after Inkdeath...if you haven't read it yet, then read no further! This contains spoilers!
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Churning Memories
Meggie hated her feet.
With absolutely nothing to do, the only possibility that remained was to lie in the prickly haystack, fingering her knobby toes. Memorizing the yellow edges of her toenails. Scraping back the overgrown cuticles. Tracing the tiny wrinkles that crept to her heels…
She groaned and rolled on to her stomach and snatching a book from the towering pile she had carried with her to the barn.
"Breaking Dawn…" she murmured, fingering the glossy white chessboard on its cover.
Edward. Meggie heaved a sigh. If only he was real. If only there was someone in her life who understood her like –
Meggie stopped herself, and stared intently at the cockroach scampering across the rotting wooden floor.
Doria.
And suddenly, before she could stop it, the uninvited word heaved the dusty memories from her mind, and churned them through her until she was giddy.
Doria happy. Doria sad. Doria's comforting hand in her hair. Doria's strong hands that held her together when she was falling apart. Doria's wavy brown hair; the two, stiff fingers on his left hand. Doria in the grass, his neck at the wrong angle. Doria's smile as he awoke, in the belief that he was okay. Doria's face as he breathed no more. Doria.
"No!" Meggie screamed, lurching out of the hay. The dormant brown owl fluttered down from his perch, aroused by the commotion, to glare at her mutinously.
Gasping for breath, she settled back down into the stack of hay, and reluctantly allowed herself to relive the hellish night.
Roxane had splinted Doria's spine right after the giant attacked, but it had still been in the wrong position. The twisted vertebrae worsened over time, killing him like a poison. It was not until a year later that Doria's hunched back cut off his breathing entirely, leaving him to die in his bed.
Hastily, Meggie rubbed away the tear that was trickling down her cheek with the palm of her hand. With Doria gone, the fluttering blue faeries disgusted her. The overgrown trees intimidated her. The water nymphs infuriated her. It was as if Death himself had beaten the magic out of the Inkworld. Meggie had been presented with no other choice but to leave.
So here I am, she thought, taking in the abandoned barn and feeling lonelier than ever.
And suddenly, Meggie Folchart wanted Edward Cullen more than anything.
A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? So bad that my internet privileges should be revoked? Let me know!
YES, I realize that this is unrealistic and out-of-character. YES, I realize that Doria dies (mainly because I hate him). YES, I realize that Meggie probably doesn't know about the Twilight series.
YES, you should R+R. :)
