A/N: Practice writing. Written in ten minutes with the word "strength" in mind.
two tales our parents gave up on (and one they didn't)
Because of Will's strength, he found the courage to protect. And because of Lyra's strength, she unearthed the truth in storytelling.
And the girl's mother and father hold onto each other in the void, nails tight in the flesh of the broken-winged angel as Asriel's eyesight fails him and Marisa's heart flaps wildly in her ears as her Golden Monkey's cruel hands clutch to protect the mustard seed of her short life.
Moving against each other the woven pattern of many world's cloth undulate together, laugh and sigh as two children cling with an army of ghosts and harpies around them; the boy's chest against the girl's. Gracious Wings. A black, rotten saviour above them while the dust continues to flow.
Back at home there is a vacant-eyed mother with a lap full of letters and a Spectre over her shoulder draining her force, little-by-little. John Parry will not return to her, there are too many holes in his heart for his body to heal. There is no medicine for this kind of homelessness.
A witch cries. Aurora Borealis is too beautiful for any human.
Mary shines the glass. And two children fall in love.
And we tell each other stories, small or large, but always with feeling.