Authors Note: I really have no plot for this story right now. I read fan fiction and I complain about how bad they are, and how people slaughter characters, and how nobody updates. But being a total hypocrite, I don't ever write anything myself. So, having no plot...we'll see how this goes. I cannot decide weither to full this out or not...lets do it.
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Lyra woke up with a smile on her face and rolled over to see an empty pillow. She wondered where Will had gone; the bathroom perhaps. And then she remembered the cold, hard, truth and a pained look came across her face.
This happened to her every morning. It had been six years, and she had found lots of ways to deal with missing Will. Lyra loved him more than she could say, but she also had a life she was proud of. But every morning she would wake up and wonder where he was. Her mind knew full and well that he wasn't there, that no matter how many mornings went by he would never be there; yet her heart refused to believe it.
Pantalimon nunged her gently to break her out of the trance of memories, they couldn't be late. Grogily she slid of bed and stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself critically. She was certainly by no means pretty by the standards in her world. She had never quite gained all the weight back from her adventures and had a hardened look to her that no amount of fluffy dresses and primping could rid her of. This was not exactly smiled apon in a society where husbands looked for a sweet virgin bride. Not that she cared; that wasn't what she had planned for herself.
Lyra wanted to become a professor at Jordan, sharing as much as she knew about dust and possibly learning somemore about that herself. She had suggested it several times to the master of Jordan, and he would always tell her to wait a while until saying such things wouldn't be so dangerous. Everyone already considered her a heretic, and the master often told her not to tell too many people of her adventures. She didn't really want to talk about them anyway. She always thought she should want to, but there just wasn't much to say. She loved Will, she couldn't have him, it killed her inside. What else was there to say? She just told herself to be strong like Will.
There was a knocking at her door, obviously the matron comming to remind Lyra that she was late for her classes. She stood very still and hoped that the matron would think she had already left. Lyra wasn't going to go to her classes today. The Gyptian boats were beggining to come into the harbor like they would every year. She wanted to watch the towns children play, fight, and remember a part of herself that had died long ago. But the knocking continuted. Usually the matron gave up by now. Lyra began brushing her hair; as she silently cursed the matron for her persistance. "Oh well", thought Lyra "I will have to simply tell her I am not going." She sighed and walked towards to the door, grabbed the handle, opened the door, and was face to face with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.