Authors notes: So this is my newest story i know this chapter is very short but it is just to sort of set the secene. Hope you like it. Please review :)
A series of dreams
Chapter One
I felt his hand intertwine with mine. The skin felt rough against my touch, but It was comforting and my racing heart began to slow. He went to take a step forward but I didn't dare move. An unusual sense of fear rushed through me. Looking up to meet his gaze I saw reassurance in his eyes, he smiled and squeezed my hand. I opened my mouth to speak but an ear splitting scream from somewhere ahead of us silenced me.
The bench felt rough under her touch, the wood once new had now been effected by the inconstant British weather for many years. Today the sun blazed down on the city of Oxford, causing Lyra Belacqua to be in the shade, cast from the tree beside their bench. Lyra glanced down at the space beside her and visualised the boy that once sat there for the millionth time. He was staring forward out across the grass in front, his closest hand resting on the seat of the beach with his other on the back of his daemon, Kirjava who was sitting on his lap. A smile stretched across her face, but one filled with regret and sadness for the life she once thought was possible. Her hand automatically reached for his but Pan interrupted her trail of thoughts.
"You think about him to much" Pan spoke from her shoulder but then jumped down into her lap and turned to glare at her. "I think It would be better to at least try and move on. It has been thirteen years Lyra. Do you think he still returns here in his world every year? Or are you just clutching at straws that he might still remember your agreement?"
"Not now Pan" Lyra snapped and shoved him off her lap onto the bench. She quickly looked back at the other end of the bench. He was gone. Lyra sank down into the seat crossing her arms across her chest, like an annoyed teenager.
There was silence between them for sometime, until Pan jumped off from the bench and wondered away towards the group of trees.
"Pan, I'm sorry I snapped." Lyra turned in her seat, stared into the trees and waited for him to reply, but no sound returned. "Fine, suit yourself" she stood up and stalked off across the lawn towards the path for the main road.
The sheets twisted themselves around Lyra's legs and she threw herself from side to side in the double bed. Her breathing and heart rate increased. Quiet groans escaped from her lips as Pan readjusted himself around her neck.
"Will"
Both our heads wiped around to look for the maker of such an excruciating sound. My free hand gripped his upper arm with such force that I could feel the veins in my hand had been revealed. At that moment he pulled the knife from it's place attached to his belt and quickly reviled a small door in the sky about half his height. A cool light from the opening cast shadows on his face.
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