The wind got so much colder and so much darker that evening. Meggie was sitting by the bed that Farid was laying in. She helped rub some cream on his chest. She was feeling the big burn spot Woodleg left after punching him. The cut went real deep into his chest.
"Wow, sometimes I wonder how you survived that." Meggie said looking and sounding horrified.
Farid now grabbed her hand and held it softly.
"Well knowing that you're by my side, I'll be totally fine." Explained Farid.
The tent opened to a serious Fenoglio.
"Meggie I need to talk to you both." Said Fenoglio.
Farid was still a little bit mad that he refused to bring Dustfinger back. He just looked at Fenoglio waiting for him to explain whatever he needed to, to them.
"I want both of you to tell me a little bit about this Woodleg character that you two interacted with." He said looking intense.
"Oh Fenoglio, I don't think Farid wants to talk about him much after what just happened." Explained Meggie.
Fenoglio looked at her in bewilderment. He wanted to know who this guy was, where he came from and who made him up.
"Well I need to know Meggie. I never made up a character especially someone such as a father of Dustfinger. I mean, when I wrote Inkheart, he never knew his parents." Explained Fenoglio.
Meggie and Farid never knew what to say, or do. If Fenoglio never made up Dustfinger's father, then who did. And whoever did, must have been someone who can read and write anything that becomes real.
"This is why Meggie, I need to know if you got anybody, Orpheus anybody, to give you or your father any material to read aloud to bring such a man to life." Fenoglio said even more intense.
"No Fenoglio, me and my father haven't read anything. And we would have told you if this happened. Explained Meggie.
Farid was now totally confused scratching his head.
"So what does this mean?" Asked Farid.
"Well, there is only two things this can mean. One! Someone wrote a paragraph concerning this Woodleg, and read it to bring him to life. Or, well…. You two may want to sit down for this. This can get confusing.
With that being said, Meggie took a seat next to Farid, each holding hands tightly.
"Ok, when I wrote Inkheart, I wrote the main characters for the story which all of us already met. But there was something else I created for the story also. An Evolution! Our world evolution is the evolution of mankind. From animal to man. But this story and world, that I created using pen and paper, doesn't have the same evolution as us. People in this world were created using my imagination. But years after I wrote the book. It became real, reality. People started moving without me writing it. They started getting pregnant without me writing it."
Meggie and Farid were both deep in thought.
"And soon enough, matters went into its own hands. The world, Inkworld, is not pen and paper anymore, nor my imagination. People can do whatever they want whenever. Now I have no clue how this Woodleg came into this world. But me and you both know, that if I, the author of Inkheart, doesn't know about a character that is suddenly appeared into his story, then something is wrong. Orpheus could have done it, I don't know, but one thing is for sure, that the Inkworld has evolved into its own story.
All three of them looked at each other in amazement. Know one knew what to say or what to do except look at each other.
"Have, have you told my father about this, evolution?" Asked Meggie.
"Of course I did, and of course as always, he thinks it is funny. He said he was just going to question Orpheus." Replied Fenoglio.
"I bet you it was Cheeseface!" Said Farid.
"Did you just forget everything I told you?"
"No, but think about it, Cheeseface's favorite character is Dustfinger, but he died. I have a feeling that this has something to do with him. I'm going to see him. OW!" Yelled Farid in pain.
"Oh no your not, not with that burned chest. But I'll go talk with him." Said Meggie.
"Are you sure your gone be ok?" Asked Farid.
"Of course I will." Replied Meggie.
Farid gave her a quick kiss, and she left.