Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
~ By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"What do you want, Alex?" Lyra hated that smirk it made her disguised to think she used to like this person. "Oh, I think you know what I want… and I think you are going to give it to me." It had become evident to Lyra that she would either have to obey Alex's wishes or risk the death of her friends. She saw one of Alex's henchmen swing around his sword, he was dying for a fight, one that she could not give him. Worst of all he knew that. "Fine, I will take you."
A.N: This is my first story in 4 1/2 years! I hope you enjoy the introduction, I promised to have this story up in 2013 (?). Well better late than never. Thank you for reading. P.s I also suggest songs that I listen to while writing this story. Tell me if you would appreciate that, or should I not even bother. Anyways have a nice day!