How?
Khoury's POV
"Macy… your Zeburaika better be powerful… because it looks like this has come back, with a vengeance. It looks twice as powerful as when we met it!" I backed up a little. It began to run, straight at Lyra. All she did was urinate on its den – what could be so wrong with that? Macy hopped off her Zeburaika. It charged after the bear; bolts of electricity surrounded its feet. It rammed straight into the bear, causing its fur to crackle and singe. It roared in pain and fell to the ground. "I-I say r-run!" I screamed and hid behind a tree. Lyra walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me.
"It's okay, Khoury," she nodded. "It looks like it fainted."
"Oh… you're making me feel better… but I have one question: How?"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't think we'll ever know why or how it found us."
