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My name is Devon. I have shoulder length brown hair and eyes. My sister's name is Meggie and when we read together, we sound like were singing. But when we read, two of the same things would come out of the book.

Our father Mo knew about this and told us to never read out loud. I was two years older then Meggie, she was twelve and I was fourteen. And right now we were in our bedroom reading by candles.

Then I heard footsteps. Meggie must have heard them to, because we both blew out our candles at the same time. I put a finger to my lips as Meggie looked at me. I climbed out of my bed and looked through the curtain of our window. And there was a man. His hair clinged to his face with the rain as he stared at me, no emotion on his face. I quickly pulled back the curtain and whipped around to see Meggie peering curiosly over my shoulder. "Meggie!" I whispered, grabbing my black silk robe with red roses.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of this." I tip toed out of our room, quietly closing the door behind me. I scooted my way around the books to our front door and opened it. I closed it behind me, my bare feet slapping the wet, muddy ground as I ran over to the man.

"What do you want?" I said harshly. "Your're staring at our house insn't gonna help you." I added since he still was glancing at the house. "I've come to see Silvertounge." he said looking at me. "You mean Mo? I guess you can come in." I said loudly to be heard over the rain. He followed me into the house. Meggie was waiting for me by the door when I walked in. She winced as she saw the man. "Meggie go get Mo." I said sternly. She glanced once more at the man and ran off to get Mo. I didn't ask the man for his coat or at least to get him a washcloth. I did NOT want to do anything for this man untill I knew why he was here.

"Um...can I have a towel to dry off?" asked the man. "No. Next time you go to stare at someones house in the rain, use your brain and bring an umbrella." I said. He grinned and stared at the ceiling.

I could hear Mo joking around with Meggie as she led him down the hall. When he saw the man he stopped joking and his face hardened.

"Dustfinger, what are you doing here?" Mo asked, suprise on his face. "I came to see you, Silvertounge. You have a very charming daughter." Dustfinger said glancing at me a playful smile on his face. "These are my daughters, Meggie-" he said putting his arm around her, "-and Devon." Mo said gestureng to me. "Devon, why dosen't Dustfinger have a towel or anything?" Mo asked looking sternly at me. " Oh! It slipped my mind!" I said looking at Dustfinger, my best I- didn't- do -anything smile.

"So Silvertounge. Can I talk to you-" Dustfinger glanced at me a good watch-this smile "- In private?" he asked. My smile suddenly turned into a frown. "Umm... sure. Meggie, Devon, go back to sleep. Dustfinger, this way." Mo said and turned around. I scowled at Dustfinger as he looked at me in an innecent way, enjoying my anger, and followed Mo. I whipped around and strutted down the hall, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and slaming the door behind Meggie and me. Oh great! I thought as I climbed into bed.

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