Until the End of Time
Chapter One -I am here
Farid. That is why I am here, in this cold, sad place. The white women did bring Farid back, as I asked in return. I didn't expect anything different. It has gone just as it did in the story. Now I just must wait until the end of time. Whenever that is. The white women seem to lose no interest in the blazes of fire that I continue to conjure.
At first when I came I half expected to see the man in the story, but I do not. I suppose it was just another story, most likely put together by Fenoglio. Was this another one of his plans? To have Farid killed by none other than Basta? No, he couldn't have. He needs Meggie to bring them into this story.
Meggie. I remember her sad face as Farid had fallen to the ground. She really is growing to look like her mother. She looked almost as lost as I had.
What are they thinking? What are they doing? Are they cursing me for leaving them? Maybe Roxanne is, I couldn't blame her. Will I really be able to keep my promise? To find my way back to her? It seems like a hopeless day dream at the moment. No, I don't suppose I will ever see her again. At least not until the white women come for her.
When will that be? When will I see them all again? Will I even see them? I'm not sure if Resa, Meggie or Silvertongue would come here as they are not from this damned book.
It is so cold. It felt good at first, the slight cooling chill, but as I stay, I feel myself inching closer to my own fire I have made. It burns through the night, if it is night as I assume. I cannot tell. The outside world is hidden from me, as if I am blindfolded.
Was it worth it? I am not sure. At the moment I cannot fully comprehend what I have done. I still have a small hope inside of me that all of this was a dream. Some crazy dream that I will wake up from any minute now, but the nightmare lurks on.
Roxanne. How I wish to see her face. I have left her again, the guilt pangs at my heart. It hurts, but there is no going back. I hope she understands that I would do the same for her. I hope she does not take out her anger at me for leaving her on Farid, though I fear she might. I wish I could have spoken with her one last time, and explained to her why I had to. However I could do no such thing, she would have held me back from what I had to do, what I did do.
Was it the right thing to do? Did I make a wise decision? I do not know. I must not let myself think of such things, they will only lead to self-pity and regret which I must admit that I may already be feeling.
A burst of flame eats at my arm for a moment as I have not been paying full attention to it. Surprisingly I do not draw back or wince. It's a slight relief to feel warmth again. Yes, it hurt as well, but at least it reminds me that I am here, this is real. Just as real as I am at least. I finally gain control of the flames again.
The white women do not care about the burn left on my left arm. There is no risk of losing me, there is no second death, just added pain. I take a moment to stop and look at my arm, but the women give me harsh glares, they want their entertainment. I hold back from showing the pain growing in my left arm on my face and start to call the flames to me once more.
I take my time getting used to it here, for I will be here for as long as time goes on, just as I promised when I summoned them.
But how much longer until the end of time?
I have just finished reading the second book, Inkspell. I really wanted to know what Dustfinger was feeling so I decided to write a Fic on it. I hope you all like it as much as I do myself. I'll try to update. I actually find it very easy to write in this one. The words flow from my head to the page. I doubt many will read this, but I don't care so much. I like this one and if others do its a bonus. If you do read this please review. I really want feed back. Evenif its feed back that you didn't like it, tell me why!
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