Lyra sprinted along the pathway away from the village, she was about a good 100 yards away from the village. She knew Quoralian couldn't catch up with her unless she had a dragonfly, and she didn't. While running as fast as she could when Lyra got far enough away she began to scream and yell. It made her feel alive and herself, but a bit crazy. She then screamed without thinking, "I AM ME! I CHOOSE MY LIFE!" But at that point she tripped on a rock nearby, hurling herself to the ground, and she began to half scream and half cry. Curled up into a ball, she wept and cursed herself, hated herself. After a good 15 minutes, she spread out on the warm dirt and felt it beneath her alive body. Staring at the sky, she counted the birds that flew by and relaxed. Lyra got up and saw a girl standing near her. Only there was something strange about this girl, she looked the exact same as Lyra. Lyra got a bad feeling, and Pantalaimon jumped up and hissed. The girls' daemon did the same, and her daemon looked just like Pantalaimon. "Who are you?" Lyra asked boldly, and looked at the girl straight in the eye as she said this. "The question really to be asked is, who are you?" The girl looked back boldly. "Why is that your concern?" "You asked the same question." "Then answer mine first." "You should." "Fine. I am Lyra Silvertongue." "Are you sure?" "What do you mean?" "Just by what I said, are you sure you are Lyra?" "Well, of course! Who else would be Lyra?" "I am not quite sure Lyra exists anymore." Lyra didn't understand when the girl said this, and asked with great suspicion. "I am Lyra! I am right in front of you! See me?" She waved her hand in front of the girls face, she didn't move. "I see you, but you are not Lyra. You are not Eve, she is dead, resurrect her." But before Lyra could ask what the girl meant, she vanished into vapors of mist and blew away. Lyra squeezed Pantalaimon, but something felt different. She looked at Pantalaimon and he began to break away into mist as the girl and her daemon had. "Pantalaimon!" She screamed in horror. Pantalaimon blew away with the wind, and Lyra ran after the wind. But she stopped after 10 feet and sat on the ground, alone.

The wind barely disturbed Quoralians' long brown hair. She stood on the rock and looked after where Lyra had left. Quoralian pulled out her communicator. "Lady Eleanore, bring in the zeppelins."