Hi! I'm Rebecca Something, and this is my site, obviously. I'm a fanfiction.net user, ( click here for my bio! ) and an avid reader. My very favorite book is Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke. It's such an amazing book, and I always wanted to write an Inkheart Fanfiction, but ff.net has no Inkheart section.... I was really sad, but not ready to give up! So I began writing, in hopes that I could find a community to post the fanfiction on. No such luck. So I decided to start my own website to post my works on. Good idea? Yeah. I think so. To ensure that my works would be read, I decided to link to the site from my ff.net bio. Which is where you probably found it. If not, oh well. That's okay!
Well, no matter how you stumbled across it, I hope you will like this site and enjoy reading my Inkheart Fanfiction. Peace out!
A girl waits in the dark of the alley. Her wavy hair hides most of her face as she leans against the dirty wall of one of the many deserted houses in Capricorn’s village. She toys with the hem of her long dress, nervously ripping already-large holes in the dress. The beige garment is streaked with soot and dirt: she leads a hard life as a maid. Her hands are dirty as well as she combs her fingers through her dark brown hair.
A sound at the mouth of the alley attracts her attention. A relieved smile floods over the girls face as her sweetheart walks toward her. She had been so worried about him.
“I’m sorry, Hazel,” Dustfinger whispered to her as she ran to him and buried her face in his shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry, Dustfinger, I was just so worried!” Hazel sobbed. “I thought maybe Basta -”
“Basta won’t touch me again for a while yet,” Dustfinger said soothingly, stroking Hazel’s hair. “I promise.”
“You can promise no such thing,” Hazel frowned.
“Why, don’t you have any faith in me?” Dustfinger asked, his strange smile playing upon his thin lips. Hazel sighed.
“You know I do,” she sighed. “But don’t go making promises you know you can’t keep.”
There was silence for a moment as Dustfinger held Hazel close to him. It had been a good few days since they had seen each other. Hazel was a maid in Capricorn’s house, and of course Dustfinger crept around like a rat. Hazel knew he would surely be killed if any of Capricorn’s henchmen found him, and she often scolded him for staying in the village, but he always told her he wouldn’t last in the world without her.
“There is something I must tell you, Hazel, my love,” Dustfinger said softly.
“Tell me,” Hazel whispered fearfully.
“I have found Silvertongue,” Dustfinger said. “I must go.”
“Oh, Dust, don’t do this!” Hazel groaned. “There is no way you can go back! Haven’t you figured this out by now? He can’t send you back.”
“Yes, he can!” Dustfinger persisted. “Silvertongue brought me here, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Hazel sighed. “But it was an accident, Dustfinger. I should know... Darius read me out. I’ve tried so many times to go back, too, Dust!” The sorrow in her voice reminded Dustfinger of himself, and he held her hand. “But those things happen so - randomly. It’s impossible to be sure what is leaving this world and entering the story.”
“I must try,” Dustfinger said resolutly. “If I don’t learn that for myself I can never rest.”
“I know,” Hazel whispered. “I know, Dustfinger. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“You understand, don’t you?” Dustfinger hugged her. “I must try. I must leave this place. But, I promise you, Hazel, my love: I will return for you. There won’t be a day I won’t think about you.”
“There won’t be a moment I won’t think about you, Dustfinger,” Hazel sighed, leaning into him. “Please be careful.”
“It could be many months before I see you again,” Dustfinger said heavily, reaching into his pocket. He took out a thin gold chain, and on it was a pendant: a tiny, gold marten. Dropping it into Hazel’s hand, Dustfinger smiled his strange smile. “Until then... wear this and think of me.”
Hurriedly, he pressed his thin lips against Hazel’s full, red ones in a kiss. Then he disappeared into the darkness. As Dustfinger had said, she would not see him again for a long time.