Lyra stared up at the wide sky. Of all the days of her life today had to be the worst. She had woken up after having a nightmare about Will then the alethometer wouldn't answer any of here questions in a way that made sense. Most of the answers had come out sounding like gibberish, stuff about worlds, scales, angels, and death. Lyra had also felt sick. She had seen Will walking down the street looking very confused and when she had gathered her wits enough to go after him he was gone.
"May be I have a fever," she grumbled to her self.
"Your just tired..." Pan came up and sat next to Lyra on the roof.
"Whatever..."
"Lyra?" the voice floated up to Lyra and Pan's ears, "Lyra where are you?"
"It's Jovvi," Pan made a face, "Doesn't she get on your nerves?"
"Some times, but she's my friend and I can't let her bad habits come between us."
"I guess she's not that bad..."
"Lyra?" Jovvi appeared in a the window Lyra had used to clime onto the roof, "What are you doing up here? This is no place for a lady."
"I know, I know," Lyra smiled, "I was just thinking about... things."
"Well come inside and think, it's a lot safer."
"Ok," Lyra began to climb through the window; halfway to the pane a wave of nausea caught her.
Soft music filled the room, drifting from the stereo across the room and to Lyra's ears. 'Where am I?' Voices mingled from the next room.
"What do you want?" the voice was rough and hard, like stone.
"We need your help..." the second speaker was quieter with a silvery tone to its voice.
"I don't care, I don't want anything to do with you!"
"But the scale has been tipped," A final plea was sighed, "Only you can do it."
"I CAN'T USE THE KNIF-"
"Lyra dear?" Jovvi's face appeared in front of Lyra's eyes.
"What happened?"
"I really have no idea what you're talking about dear. You look ill, shall I take you to the infirmary?"
"No," Lyra said in a faraway voice, "No Jovvi. I'm fine."
"Well ok, but I'll take you if you don't snap out of it," Jovvi smiled, "Now we have a class to attend, do we not?"
"Yes you're right"
"That's my Lyra." Jovvi took her arm and lead her down the hallway.
"I CAN'T USE THE KNIFE!" Will glared at the angle anger burning in his eyes.
"Yes you can, it's-"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," He was breathing hard, "The Knife is broken, the worlds are sealed, and I'm sick of you. GO AWAY!"
"I will leave if you wish it," the shimmering figure turned, "But the worlds will bleed into each other and turn black, only you can tip the scale back, Knife Bearer. The Knife may be broken, but is your spirit?"
"My spirit has died many times over..." Will didn't look at the angle, "Leave."
"As you wish," a shimmer of wings and it was gone.
Will sighed and slumped into the one remaining chair, "Lyra, why do you still haunt me? Why? I hate you. Stay out of my life."
"You don't mean that," Kirjava appeared, "I know you've been missing her..."
"It's not that," Will looked out the window, "It's just that, after Kara died I thought I would die. I missed her so much. It reminds me of how I missed Lyra."
"That makes sense."
"No it doesn't..." will trailed off. Kara had made everything all right. Lyra didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Kara. Hell he even forgot Lyra for part of his life. But now, to many familiar emotions, and falling into an unknown world for that moment, it just was too much.
"How did she die?" Kirjava knew everything about Will, except for this, the one thing Will kept closer then anything.
"I never told you did I?"
"No"
"I killed her."
