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Title: Unwritten

Summary: Three-shots I've wrote after I saw this - youtube . com/watch?v=-YCfbFA_w60&feature=related. I dedicate this short story to all Dustfinger and Meggie fans out there. Hopefully I didn't make many mistakes. Read and review please but no flames.


One day he came back and she could've see that day coming yet when lonely years after Capricorn's fall flew by fast somehow she completely forgot about him. Only if she knew he didn't forget her… and her family.

First time he showed himself in the middle of summer and of course at first no one saw him standing over there nearby big, old oak. However sometime after sky started to darken he appeared as if from nowhere behind Meggie. Strange feeling filled her up; someone was watching her so she slowly turned around to find him standing there, observing her.

Although before she spoke as much as one lonely word, Mo came running to her with his face twisted in anger… or fear she couldn't say.

"Dustfinger…"

Tall, blondish man cocked his head never taking his eyes from girl. "Hello Silvertongue. How're you living? Long time no see" he spoke calmly, keeping his steady gaze on girl. "Meggie."

There was a moment of sick silence that filled meadow. Meggie's stomach did flips and flops seeing him once again after two years but it wasn't a reason why she felt so nervous; the thing resided in his cold, ice-blue eyes. Warm wind twirled hers long hair, his jaw-lengthen curls quietly. Mo stepped between them, stern and ready for everything.

"Good" he answered keeping his voice neutral. "Meggie, go to Resa" he added from corner of his lips.

"Wha-?"

"Go, now!" he pressed, giving her a look.

Numbly she fumed inside but didn't say anything in response. Mo's behavior always got better of him when Dustfinger was around, why she couldn't say. Clutching hard the book she was reading, she turned towards manor; Elinor's manor where after everything what happened two years before they moved into.

"Why you're here?"

"I think you now, Silvertongue."

Meggie took two steps at once trying hard to ignore the fact that Dustfinger was in their garden talking to Mo. She reached for doorknob when she heard words that got her attention.

"I need the book."

Side-stepping Meggie hid herself behind a wall; her curiosity was too great to not listen to what Dustfinger had to say; and so she heard every curtly word what was spoken that day yet she hadn't idea that it wasn't a best idea to do so.

The same day he was gone as suddenly as he came; he just went into world looking for his book – well that was what Mo's said to her. Still when he spoke of him she would've bet to chop off her hand that something extremely disturbed him about Dustfinger's appearance.