Disclaimer: If I owned HDM I would have put Will and Lyra back together!!!!
A/N: SO sorry it took so long. (I hate algebra, I hate algebra, I hate algebra…) But it's here!
BIG chapter. BIG news!!!
Lord Faa had not been easy to cope with. He had been drinking, and though still sane, had become unusually headstrong. He demanded to see Lyra, and when Serafina told him she was not there, he showed her the door. Serafina was confused. Lord Faa was not normally this odd. She was worried, but told the Master he had been too busy to see her, and was recommended to not return for awhile. She didn't know very much about the Republic, but reasoned that they should at least gather together what forces they could. So they called together the angels of the group of Balthamos and Baruch and their fellow groups. They also called the gyptians (who greeted Lyra almost too fondly) and the Gallivespians (most of whom had taken the place of the Chevalier Tialys and the Lady Salmakia in the Court and the Society, just for Lord Roke's simple curiosity). Then they called together the witch clans of Serafina, Ruta Skadi, and other witch queens, and the armoured bears of Iorek Byrnison. Though most of them would not come until they found a desired spot for the Republic, the gyptians were already there and Iorek and his bears came soon as well. Lyra was delighted to see him, and she wrapped the white bear in a big hug until he gently pried her hands off.
"Oh, Iorek! I'm so happy to see you!" Lyra exclaimed in delight.
"The pleasure is mutual, Lyra Silvertongue," he replied, giving Lyra what she assumed was a smile. The gyptians were startled by the accompaniment of the colossal bears. They stood in large groups, whispering in both fear and awe as the tawny-haired girl conversed with the bear king.
"I fear, though, that you are not going about this properly," Iorek mused. "Maybe it doesn't have to be a physical building."
"Well then, my dear Iorek, what should it be? I en't thought of nothing else!" Lyra said defensively.
"Maybe you are right," Iorek said, as he trundled off to greet Serafina Pekkala. But Iorek's doubts proved fear in Lyra's heart. She, too, was worried about the situation – they needed to get to Will somehow. And she had an idea how.
Some time later, late after the others had gone to bed (the bears had hidden in the gyptians' village), Lyra and Serafina sat up, discussing the day's events.
"Serafina – " Lyra began.
"Yes?"
"I know you can travel between worlds, and – "
"Ah, but my dear child, I am a witch. You are forgetting that." Serafina said.
"But me and Will are witches too, Serafina! By ritual and honor!" Lyra pleaded. Serafina felt tears come to her eyes. She knew how much the pair meant to each other.
"I shall try to teach you. I cannot guarantee anything, for I am not sure if it will work, but I will try." Serafina gave in. Lyra burst into tears.
"Oh, Serafina! Thank you, thank you!" Lyra sobbed into the witch's shoulder, Pantalaimon blinking back tears of happiness as well.
"Shh, there there now, it all right. I think it's time for bed. Do you want me to accompany you to your room?" Lyra nodded, and the three crept down the dark corridors of Jordan to their chambers.
The next morning, the trio woke early.
"Now. First of all, we need a place where the two worlds are exactly the same." Serafina said, looking at Lyra.
"The Botanic Garden!" Pan cried. The three ran the few miles or so to the Garden. Lyra ran straight for the beloved bench on which she sat every Midsummer's Day at noon.
"Now what you have to do is sort of center yourself and this place within your head. Choose a very simple thing that is in the same place, but different." Serafina directed.
"Like this flower?" Lyra said. "It is a small rock in Will's world."
"That's perfect. Now, do you know exactly what this rock looks like? It has to be precise, or it could go dreadfully wrong."
"Yes," Lyra said promptly.
"Okay. Now quickly switch your mind's eye from this flower to that rock. Quickly, now. Concentrate!" Serafina said sharply. Lyra's form began to blur. It flickered a few times, as if she almost had it, and then her form fully returned.
"I almost did it, Serafina! I really almost did it!" Lyra cried joyfully. The girl and her daemon danced joyfully in a circle, singing happily.
It had taken nearly a week for Lyra to get fully there. At first it was hard, holding her concentration this deeply for the amount of time the task required. It was nothing like her frame of mind for the alethiometer. But now she had mastered it, and could do it quickly and easily at will. But now the day had come. The day where she would change worlds and go see Will. She was so excited.
"Will, get up!" Mary said. The boy barely opened his eyes.
"Wh – Why?" he asked groggily.
"It's a surprise," she said. Will slowly got up, rubbing sleep from his eyes as Mary laid out the outfit he had worn on his adventures with Lyra.
"Mary, Midsummer's Day was two weeks ago," he said. "You know I only like to wear that on Midsummer's Day."
"I know. Just please, Will, put it on." Will hesitated, then slowly began to change out of his pajamas and into the clothes that made him sad. He moped most of that morning.
"Mary, why did you tell me to wear this?" Will asked, slightly annoyed. He knew she trying her best to make him cheerful, but this was going a little far.
"Not too much longer, okay Will?" Mary said, looking worriedly at the clock, unnoticed by Will. Then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Will said. He opened the door – and there, standing on his front porch, with the most beautiful smile on her face, was Lyra.
A/N: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that happened at little quickly, but I couldn't STAND it any longer! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! *sighs happily* now I can be comforted of the monstrosity that is the end of the Amber Spyglass. I may now die a happy girl. ( Please r&r!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: SO sorry it took so long. (I hate algebra, I hate algebra, I hate algebra…) But it's here!
BIG chapter. BIG news!!!
Lord Faa had not been easy to cope with. He had been drinking, and though still sane, had become unusually headstrong. He demanded to see Lyra, and when Serafina told him she was not there, he showed her the door. Serafina was confused. Lord Faa was not normally this odd. She was worried, but told the Master he had been too busy to see her, and was recommended to not return for awhile. She didn't know very much about the Republic, but reasoned that they should at least gather together what forces they could. So they called together the angels of the group of Balthamos and Baruch and their fellow groups. They also called the gyptians (who greeted Lyra almost too fondly) and the Gallivespians (most of whom had taken the place of the Chevalier Tialys and the Lady Salmakia in the Court and the Society, just for Lord Roke's simple curiosity). Then they called together the witch clans of Serafina, Ruta Skadi, and other witch queens, and the armoured bears of Iorek Byrnison. Though most of them would not come until they found a desired spot for the Republic, the gyptians were already there and Iorek and his bears came soon as well. Lyra was delighted to see him, and she wrapped the white bear in a big hug until he gently pried her hands off.
"Oh, Iorek! I'm so happy to see you!" Lyra exclaimed in delight.
"The pleasure is mutual, Lyra Silvertongue," he replied, giving Lyra what she assumed was a smile. The gyptians were startled by the accompaniment of the colossal bears. They stood in large groups, whispering in both fear and awe as the tawny-haired girl conversed with the bear king.
"I fear, though, that you are not going about this properly," Iorek mused. "Maybe it doesn't have to be a physical building."
"Well then, my dear Iorek, what should it be? I en't thought of nothing else!" Lyra said defensively.
"Maybe you are right," Iorek said, as he trundled off to greet Serafina Pekkala. But Iorek's doubts proved fear in Lyra's heart. She, too, was worried about the situation – they needed to get to Will somehow. And she had an idea how.
Some time later, late after the others had gone to bed (the bears had hidden in the gyptians' village), Lyra and Serafina sat up, discussing the day's events.
"Serafina – " Lyra began.
"Yes?"
"I know you can travel between worlds, and – "
"Ah, but my dear child, I am a witch. You are forgetting that." Serafina said.
"But me and Will are witches too, Serafina! By ritual and honor!" Lyra pleaded. Serafina felt tears come to her eyes. She knew how much the pair meant to each other.
"I shall try to teach you. I cannot guarantee anything, for I am not sure if it will work, but I will try." Serafina gave in. Lyra burst into tears.
"Oh, Serafina! Thank you, thank you!" Lyra sobbed into the witch's shoulder, Pantalaimon blinking back tears of happiness as well.
"Shh, there there now, it all right. I think it's time for bed. Do you want me to accompany you to your room?" Lyra nodded, and the three crept down the dark corridors of Jordan to their chambers.
The next morning, the trio woke early.
"Now. First of all, we need a place where the two worlds are exactly the same." Serafina said, looking at Lyra.
"The Botanic Garden!" Pan cried. The three ran the few miles or so to the Garden. Lyra ran straight for the beloved bench on which she sat every Midsummer's Day at noon.
"Now what you have to do is sort of center yourself and this place within your head. Choose a very simple thing that is in the same place, but different." Serafina directed.
"Like this flower?" Lyra said. "It is a small rock in Will's world."
"That's perfect. Now, do you know exactly what this rock looks like? It has to be precise, or it could go dreadfully wrong."
"Yes," Lyra said promptly.
"Okay. Now quickly switch your mind's eye from this flower to that rock. Quickly, now. Concentrate!" Serafina said sharply. Lyra's form began to blur. It flickered a few times, as if she almost had it, and then her form fully returned.
"I almost did it, Serafina! I really almost did it!" Lyra cried joyfully. The girl and her daemon danced joyfully in a circle, singing happily.
It had taken nearly a week for Lyra to get fully there. At first it was hard, holding her concentration this deeply for the amount of time the task required. It was nothing like her frame of mind for the alethiometer. But now she had mastered it, and could do it quickly and easily at will. But now the day had come. The day where she would change worlds and go see Will. She was so excited.
"Will, get up!" Mary said. The boy barely opened his eyes.
"Wh – Why?" he asked groggily.
"It's a surprise," she said. Will slowly got up, rubbing sleep from his eyes as Mary laid out the outfit he had worn on his adventures with Lyra.
"Mary, Midsummer's Day was two weeks ago," he said. "You know I only like to wear that on Midsummer's Day."
"I know. Just please, Will, put it on." Will hesitated, then slowly began to change out of his pajamas and into the clothes that made him sad. He moped most of that morning.
"Mary, why did you tell me to wear this?" Will asked, slightly annoyed. He knew she trying her best to make him cheerful, but this was going a little far.
"Not too much longer, okay Will?" Mary said, looking worriedly at the clock, unnoticed by Will. Then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Will said. He opened the door – and there, standing on his front porch, with the most beautiful smile on her face, was Lyra.
A/N: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that happened at little quickly, but I couldn't STAND it any longer! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! *sighs happily* now I can be comforted of the monstrosity that is the end of the Amber Spyglass. I may now die a happy girl. ( Please r&r!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
