Disclaimer: All of these characters except for Damien, Jordan and Holly are the wonderful and creative Phillip Pullman's.
Author's Note: This is several years after the final book of the His Dark Material's Trilogy by Phillip Pullman called The Amber Spyglass. Lyra is sixteen and Will is seventeen and are both still living in their own worlds (obviously ::giggles::)
It was Midsummer's Day, Will was walking along the well-known street to the garden in Oxford, where he would sit on that bench where Lyra would also be – but in her own world. As he neared that particular part of the garden he wondered How is my Lyra? I'm so lost with out her. It seems like an eternity since I've seen her – but it will be an eternity till I see her again. I wish in someway, somehow I could see her again. Kirjava what will I do? Will said to his cat, who was unseen and unheard to anyone in his world.
~ Wait for her I suppose. You know as much as I do that we both would be beyond happiness to see her and Pan again, but its impossible. Completely impossible~ Kirjava yawned and stretched out her paws along the grass. ~Can we sit down now? I'd feel better if we could be closer to them~
"Of course," said Will as he went over and sat on the bench so near to where he lost saw Lyra. The next thing Will knew, he fainted and was being dragged through a subtle-knife made like hole into Lyra's world.
Lyra was being chased around by one of her several friends along the city blocks of Oxford when she suddenly remembered, "Oh Pan! Oh my gosh! Today's midsummer's day isn't it?"
" Yes, it is. I forgot to. I can't believe that. We have to get over to the garden as soon as we can – it's 12:15!" Lyra waved to her friends saying that she had to go and ran to the garden. As soon as she got there she sat down on the bench and tried to calm herself down, next thing she knew, she had fainted.
Lyra woke up with a tall, brown haired brown eyed boy with straight black eyebrows staring at her. She recognized him but didn't know from where. She could have sworn she could have seen him those four years ago…
"Will?" Lyra whispered as she sat up and moved away from the boy. "Can that be you?" Of course it's not thought Lyra. It can't be.
"Lyra?"