A/N: Yay! I got 2 reviews! Heeheehee.Um, yeah. Well, now I'm going to
start this story from the BEGINNING. My neck hurts and I'm hungry, so
don't expect this chapter to be good. .
***Oh yeah!!!! I drew Lyra last night!!! Is a pretty picture, yes, yes it
is! Heeheehee! You can view it here:
www.geocities.com/fade_si_mon/lyraandpan.html Yep, tis me site!!!
Muahahaha!
Will stared up from his bed. He was trying to sleep, but apparently, the sandman was taking the night off. Kirjava prowled restlessly on the bed. He sat up, suddenly remembering something Lyra had told him. In her Oxford, a Simon Parslow had engraved his initials into a certain building, and in Will's Oxford, there were the same initials, on the same building.
*Flashback*
But here were St. John's College gates, which she and Roger had once climbed after dark to plant fireworks in the flower beds; and that particular worn stone at the corner of Catte Street-there were the same initials SP that Simon Parslow had scratched, the very same ones! She's seen him do it! Someone in this world with the same initials must have stood here idly and done exactly the same. There might be a Simon Parslow in this world. Perhaps there was a Lyra. A chill ran down her back, and mouse-shaped Pantalaimon shivered in her pocket. *End Flashback*
Kirjava, knowing what he thought, said, "But Will, there can't.there can't be another Lyra here, can there?" Will ignored her; all he was thinking about was, There's a Lyra here somewhere, I'm sure of it, I have to find her. With that comforting thought of hope immovable from his mind, he fell deep asleep.
The next morning at 7 o'clock, Will reported this fact to Mary Malone. Her being a scholar and all, he thought she may be able to help him. After she heard this, her cheeks got warmer, her eyes brightened, and she sat up straighter. "Will, there may be just a way that that is possible. Can you show me where this is?" Will nodded and they went to the building on Catte Street. Will pointed out the SP and Mary inspected it very closely. "Well, Will, there's no way we can tell if these are the real thing or some other Simon Parslow wrote, or another person altogether, but I could ask the I Ching." Will thanked her politely and they went back to her flat. It was a Sunday, so there was no school for Will, and since he didn't go to Church, he was free all day. He decided he would look search for a Jordan College. He opened the phonebook and looked up Jordan Colleges, but there were none. The colleges were Oxford College of Further Education, Wesminster College, Plater College, and Ruskin College . Mary walked into the kitchen, where he was, and asked, "Are you looking up Lyra's college? It won't be in there." "I know that," he replied coldy. "Why don't you look up girls boarding schools? She might be at one of those," she replied, ignoring his cold tone. "Fine, I will." Will replied, and turned to the yellow pages. As she was leaving, Will called out, "Mary?" She turned. "Yes?" "Thank you." She smiled and left.
~End Chapter 2~
A/N: I'm soooo soooo soooo sorry it was so short, but I needed reference from The Amber Spyglass, and *surprisingly* I can't find my godd**** book!!!! Grrrrrrrr. If you could help me out, please email me at: blueYELLOWbutterfly@hotmail.com
I need to know what Dame Hannah's college is called so I can say that there is a college called that or something.Eck.Oh, by the way, the colleges up there are real, I looked them up, heh. ^_^
Will stared up from his bed. He was trying to sleep, but apparently, the sandman was taking the night off. Kirjava prowled restlessly on the bed. He sat up, suddenly remembering something Lyra had told him. In her Oxford, a Simon Parslow had engraved his initials into a certain building, and in Will's Oxford, there were the same initials, on the same building.
*Flashback*
But here were St. John's College gates, which she and Roger had once climbed after dark to plant fireworks in the flower beds; and that particular worn stone at the corner of Catte Street-there were the same initials SP that Simon Parslow had scratched, the very same ones! She's seen him do it! Someone in this world with the same initials must have stood here idly and done exactly the same. There might be a Simon Parslow in this world. Perhaps there was a Lyra. A chill ran down her back, and mouse-shaped Pantalaimon shivered in her pocket. *End Flashback*
Kirjava, knowing what he thought, said, "But Will, there can't.there can't be another Lyra here, can there?" Will ignored her; all he was thinking about was, There's a Lyra here somewhere, I'm sure of it, I have to find her. With that comforting thought of hope immovable from his mind, he fell deep asleep.
The next morning at 7 o'clock, Will reported this fact to Mary Malone. Her being a scholar and all, he thought she may be able to help him. After she heard this, her cheeks got warmer, her eyes brightened, and she sat up straighter. "Will, there may be just a way that that is possible. Can you show me where this is?" Will nodded and they went to the building on Catte Street. Will pointed out the SP and Mary inspected it very closely. "Well, Will, there's no way we can tell if these are the real thing or some other Simon Parslow wrote, or another person altogether, but I could ask the I Ching." Will thanked her politely and they went back to her flat. It was a Sunday, so there was no school for Will, and since he didn't go to Church, he was free all day. He decided he would look search for a Jordan College. He opened the phonebook and looked up Jordan Colleges, but there were none. The colleges were Oxford College of Further Education, Wesminster College, Plater College, and Ruskin College . Mary walked into the kitchen, where he was, and asked, "Are you looking up Lyra's college? It won't be in there." "I know that," he replied coldy. "Why don't you look up girls boarding schools? She might be at one of those," she replied, ignoring his cold tone. "Fine, I will." Will replied, and turned to the yellow pages. As she was leaving, Will called out, "Mary?" She turned. "Yes?" "Thank you." She smiled and left.
~End Chapter 2~
A/N: I'm soooo soooo soooo sorry it was so short, but I needed reference from The Amber Spyglass, and *surprisingly* I can't find my godd**** book!!!! Grrrrrrrr. If you could help me out, please email me at: blueYELLOWbutterfly@hotmail.com
I need to know what Dame Hannah's college is called so I can say that there is a college called that or something.Eck.Oh, by the way, the colleges up there are real, I looked them up, heh. ^_^