Yea, so I don't own some of what's here. I took it from the book to make it more REAL. And thank you to both of my reviewers, you rock! I hope that you keep following the story. And bear with me on the short chapters, they're a lot longer on paper. So yea…
When Violet woke, it wasn't yet light out. Mo and Elinor were whispering, "Yes, they still think I'm a magician. They gave me that ridiculous name-Silvertongue. And Capricorn is firmly convinced I can repeat the trick anytime, with any book at all. The girl can though. Somehow she mastered how to do it. I don't know why he needs us both here. We both decided that he got her by mistake. That he wanted to find her because Dustfinger wasn't cooperating."
Slowly moving her head, Violet saw Meggie in the other corner. Her finger was to her mouth, motioning for her to be silent. Violet gave a little nod, and they continued listening. Listening was hard sometimes though, and Violet soon found herself drifting off to sleep.
She woke again when the little light bulb that kept them from sitting in the dark ran out of energy. Sitting up, she saw that the others were already awake. Reaching for her nose, she felt that the swelling had went down, but it was probably black and blue. Meggie watched her, "I really am sorry about that."
Before long, the light that was coming from the holes in the walls again, and it was clear enough to see everyone's faces. They talked for a while, but the subjects were are depressing, and it was Elinor who finally said, "Come on. If we're going to be here a while, then we might as well make the most out of it."
But they weren't there for a while. Around mid-day, Basta, Flatnose and Cockerell had come, and took them out of the shed, but split up. Basta took Violet in the opposite direction as Cockerell, Flatnose, Mo, Meggie, and Elinor.
"What's wrong with you nose?" he asked, smirking. She put her hand to it, and said, "I was hit." He laughed an evil laugh, and dropped the question.
They walked in a house, and with Basta's help they pried open the rusty screen door. He laughed at how weak she was, but she didn't think it was funny at all. He led her to a hallway in a basement, with a low ceiling. After walking all the way down the hallway, Basta stopped in from of a door. "Mortola," he sneered.
Violet looked at him, confused. He reached over and opened the door. The heat made Violet's eyes water. Besides the heat, the thing that stood out the most was the golden picture frames, standing out like roses in the middle of a desert.
It the middle of the room, there was a giant armchair. Until that day, Violet had never thought about how much people can look like animals-or birds.
"Mortola," said Basta, nodding in acknowledgement.