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At around 3 o' clock in the morning, a pair of Capricorn's men took Violet away.
Meggie woke, startled as the fresh air that entered the musty old cow shed tickled her nose. She stretched and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Violet sat next to her, as tired as she was. Violet's eyes had barely gotten accustomed to the dim light of the black jacket's flashlight when one of them charged in and pulled her up.
"Let's go, get a move on," he demanded, pushing her towards the doorway. She glared at him, but moved towards the dim light of the grey morning sky.
Meggie made a pathetic, tired attempt to grab Violet's hand. She squeezed it for a second, and then pulled away, knowing the guard would break them apart anyway.
Sorrow and nervousness were alive in Violet's eyes, knowing that she was probably heading off to see Capricorn. With one last mournful glance, she was ushered out of the shed.
The door slammed and Meggie curled up to Mo whispering so she wouldn't wake Elinor, "Mo, I'm scared for Violet. What does Capricorn want with her?"
But although it wasn't the answer she was looking for, Meggie found it reassuring when Mo stroked her hair.
Weak light seeped through the cracks, and guards shuffled past, but Violet never came back, but Dustfinger did.
The door rattled as someone tried to unlock it. Mo stood up and pushed Meggie protectively behind him. Dustfinger stood in the doorway, wringing his hands nervously.
"Ah, so the lying wretch is back!" Elinor spat at him. He shook his head, "Listen lady, I'm getting you out of here." After heated debate, Mo convinced Elinor and Meggie to trust Dustfinger.
The four started to leave when Dustfinger suddenly said, "Hold on, where's Violet." The three looked at each other. "Capricorn has her," Mo said slowly, unsure of how Dustfinger would act.
He stood there for a second, and then anger crossed over his eyes. "Go without me," he snarled. "I'm not leaving without my sister."
"No! You have to come with us!" Mo shouted. If Dustfinger stayed, they had no chance of leaving. He was their guide, their leader.
Something that looked almost like defeat crossed over his face, but it was gone in a flash. Charging at Mo, Dustfinger slammed him against the shed than said in a quiet, dangerous tone, "She's all I have in this world. I just found her and I can't lose her again. I can't."
Mo realized that the tears that paraded across Dustfinger's face were tears of frustration and sadness, tears that were held back over all of the years. Mo put his hands on Dustfinger's shoulders and looked his straight in the eyes, "We'll get her back. She's not lost."
Dustfinger wiped off his face and took a few steps backwards, the anger back in his eyes. They could all see that he was coming up with an escape plan.
"Now," Mo said, breaking the silence, "Let's get the boy out."
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