The InkHeart

Chapter 3: The Breakfast

Sun rays piercing through Dustfinger's eyes had him jolt up from the bed. He couldn't sleep all night. How could he sleep with so many thoughts flying randomly in his mind? Gwin was already up but he kept circling Dustfinger with a shivering-feel on his body. Dustfinger could read his mind that clearly said: "We should go home, These are the bad people, We need to leave!"

Dustfinger could see the little marten shiver, He could guess he had fever running by now. The door was slammed and a man could be seen. He ordered, "Stand up right away, We need to go!" He was as rude as Basta last night but his voice was no heavier than Basta. Dustfinger kept thinking if there was any man alive with a voice heavier and stronger than Basta!

"Who are you" Dustfinger tried to inquire, but he knew that he probably was one of the guards of Capricorn. "Flatenose, My name is Flate. Nose. If you don't hurry the-going-up, I'll flat your nose right apart" Dustfinger couldn't do much, but nod.

He stood up and let the marten climb up his shoulder. It was the sun rays that were making the room glow; otherwise, it was pitch dark with no lights to cherish upon.

Flate nose pushed him through the narrow passage. Dustfinger did not like his boastful attitude. But what could a scared man with no muscle do ahead of a twisted jaw man with a weapon? They went through a passageway; Dustfinger saw a poster that said "Fireman dies by eating fire" Dustfinger could've done the stunt even with his weaker hand, but it looked frightening as he read on the poster. He now was thinking that perhaps that's why they wanted a new entertainer? He kept thinking that if really he was a captive or if he was just a performer to perform and entertain a bored King alongside his Kingdom? He was all okay with it unless they don't treat him well!

He tried to look closely at the poster but Flatnose kept pushing him from behind. They reached the door they were in last night. They entered the big wide hall, Dustfinger could again see Capricorn sitting on his chair with Basta beside him. He loved to wear a red cape. Dustfinger gets annoyed every time he sees his face, Although, it was just the second time of seeing his brutal face.

Basta was looking at Gwin again, Gwin dug his face into the Dustfinger's shoulder like the last time.

"Oh! You are here my new Fire eating dragon." Capricorn glanced at Dustfinger like he wanted to rip the ribs apart of poor Dustfinger. His face was readable, but  Basta's face was as meaningless as a rock on a sandy beach. No one could've guessed what Basta was thinking right away. Basta was staring at poor little Gwin, no wonder what he wanted from him!

"Won't you take our guest for a warm breakfast, Basta?" Capricorn ordered. Basta was waiting, glaring at Capricorn's tongue to slip out some words that Basta could obey upon! Sure Basta was loyal to his master, but he was the worst nightmare to the person who does wrong to his master.

Dustfinger followed Basta a few blocks, passing through different rooms and hallways. He saw a big Dining table, Perhaps that was just a meeting table that Capricorn turned into a Dining table. Dustfinger was thinking that they might not need any meetings here as Capricorn would just do what he pleases. The Dine table was full of Varieties of Food. Everywhere! It was a heaven for a hungry guy such as Dusting who was locked in a stinky room and of course a proper heaven for a little marten, hungry, terrified and sick. Dustfinger immediately took a seat and started eating, Gwin jumped off his shoulder and started to run on the table, He could not decide whether to eat the juicy meat or drink the white pale milk first.

Basta told him to follow him once again as he finished his plate of dessert. They were now taken into a big shiny room, It was so bright. The smell of different fragrances was all around of it, Basta told them that they are now going to sleep here. Dustfinger was totally happy about it and wanted dose off as fast as he could. After all, he was tired of last night's stinky room!

What was all this about? Why couldn't they just have Dustfinger a nice and fine room in the first place? Why did he kept him like a captive and suddenly almost like a King in the very next morning?! Was he really going to be performing or it was all just nonsense? Stay tuned for more folks! :)

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