**Here's my first Fanfic!! Hope y'all like it!!...oh yea....all the
characters belong to Philip Pullman, but the plot's mine...blah,blah,blah...
well....read on!!:);)
His Dark Materials IV
There is More to Imagination
Chapter One: Forever
He sat in a dismal corner of his room, his back to the locked door.
Hugging his knees against his chest, he sobbed silently. A large cat,
panther-like in appearance, but with a thick coat the color of subtlety;
lustrous fur that shone in every shade of darkness; blacks, blues,
shadowy greys, and lavenders, padded softly over to him, her golden eyes
glowing, concerned, in the semi-darkness. She was making every effort to
comfort him, but she knew herself that nothing could ease the emotional pain
he was suffering. Nothing but Lyra. But this was impossible. Wasn't it?
Will Parry had remained in the same place for days in anguish. Ever
since he had left Cittagazze, and most importantly, Lyra, forever, he had
nearly lost the will to live. It was unlike him to concede, but what was
there to live for? He remembered everything in precise detail; their first
kiss; the taste of the little red fruit as she held it up to his mouth as
a sign of affection; the honey-sweet scent of her hair as it brushed against
his face; the night that their dæmons assumed their final forms upon the
touch of a lover. Then, he remembered with agony, their last night together,
as he held her close in the Botanical Garden on the bench beneath the
low-spreading tree, and when they had shared their final kiss; passionate yet
painful. And then he had sealed the window, the window that had released
yet another Specter into existence, and she was gone forever. Forever. He
hated the word. Forever was final, unchangeable. To Will, forever meant
no hope. All he had were memories, but he needed more than that. He
shivered. His dæmon Kirjava huddled closer, pressing her warm body against
his. Nothing could have prepared him for the grief he was to face,
and nothing could save him from the slow, painful death he was falling
victim to. Nothing but Lyra. The pain he was suffering was similar to the
way he felt when he had first sensed the presence of his dæmon, when she
had been ripped from his heart upon entering the world of the Dead. But
this was far worse, for Love is a powerful thing. He couldn't live without
Kirjava, nor could he live without Lyra. He recalled what she had once
said. I don't want a memory, just a memory... and this was all he had.
Nearly overwhelmed with grief, he pulled his cat dæmon closer and uttered a
shuddering, painful sigh.
"Forever..." he muttered, distraught. Kirjava, offering all the
comfort possible, snuggled closer.
characters belong to Philip Pullman, but the plot's mine...blah,blah,blah...
well....read on!!:);)
His Dark Materials IV
There is More to Imagination
Chapter One: Forever
He sat in a dismal corner of his room, his back to the locked door.
Hugging his knees against his chest, he sobbed silently. A large cat,
panther-like in appearance, but with a thick coat the color of subtlety;
lustrous fur that shone in every shade of darkness; blacks, blues,
shadowy greys, and lavenders, padded softly over to him, her golden eyes
glowing, concerned, in the semi-darkness. She was making every effort to
comfort him, but she knew herself that nothing could ease the emotional pain
he was suffering. Nothing but Lyra. But this was impossible. Wasn't it?
Will Parry had remained in the same place for days in anguish. Ever
since he had left Cittagazze, and most importantly, Lyra, forever, he had
nearly lost the will to live. It was unlike him to concede, but what was
there to live for? He remembered everything in precise detail; their first
kiss; the taste of the little red fruit as she held it up to his mouth as
a sign of affection; the honey-sweet scent of her hair as it brushed against
his face; the night that their dæmons assumed their final forms upon the
touch of a lover. Then, he remembered with agony, their last night together,
as he held her close in the Botanical Garden on the bench beneath the
low-spreading tree, and when they had shared their final kiss; passionate yet
painful. And then he had sealed the window, the window that had released
yet another Specter into existence, and she was gone forever. Forever. He
hated the word. Forever was final, unchangeable. To Will, forever meant
no hope. All he had were memories, but he needed more than that. He
shivered. His dæmon Kirjava huddled closer, pressing her warm body against
his. Nothing could have prepared him for the grief he was to face,
and nothing could save him from the slow, painful death he was falling
victim to. Nothing but Lyra. The pain he was suffering was similar to the
way he felt when he had first sensed the presence of his dæmon, when she
had been ripped from his heart upon entering the world of the Dead. But
this was far worse, for Love is a powerful thing. He couldn't live without
Kirjava, nor could he live without Lyra. He recalled what she had once
said. I don't want a memory, just a memory... and this was all he had.
Nearly overwhelmed with grief, he pulled his cat dæmon closer and uttered a
shuddering, painful sigh.
"Forever..." he muttered, distraught. Kirjava, offering all the
comfort possible, snuggled closer.
