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A/N: People of Fanfiction.net., I apologize for not updating in like, forever, but I was busy… ok, well, I hope u enjoy chapter 17…
1 Chapter 17: The Funeral
Will and Lyra had to greet the people who came to the funeral of Elaine Parry. For Will it was hard, because, even though he had lived in Oxford for years, he didn't really know anyone. Most of the people there he didn't even know.
"I guess I was selling Mum short," Will remarked to his wife as they sat quietly in the front row.
Lyra, who still wasn't used to being quiet, replied loudly, "What do you mean, Will?"
In fact, her voice was only a loud whisper, but every head in the room turned towards them. "Shh…" said Will, and waited until everyone turned their attention back to the front of the church where the casket was.
"I mean; I never knew she had this many friends. Hell, I didn't know she had ANY friends."
All of a sudden, he stood up and walked out of the room.
Lyra, still seated, debated whether or not to follow him, and decided that he needed time alone to think.
Jesse came over to apologize for Elaine's death.
"It's not your fault," Lyra replied, shaking his hand. "You didn't do anything. It must have been something else."
Another girl named Milla, who had become Lyra's friend, walked around the graveyard after Elaine had been buried.
Lyra wiped her eyes on her blouse front, and blew her nose on a tissue Milla handed her.
"Lyra," said Milla. "Oh, Lyra! I'm so sorry. I mean I can't believe it! Mrs. Parry and my mother were friends before she died. I even met Will when he was younger."
"Where is Will? I want to comfort him, but I'm not sure how."
"Just tell him that you're sorry. That you understand," Milla said. "And no, I haven't seen him.
Lyra shook her head. "But I don't understand! I have gone through death before, but not my mother!"
"You told me your mother died, though."
Lyra said, "We didn't have a good relationship."
"You know, Lyra, you're different. I mean, sometimes it seems like you're from somewhere really far away."
"Like China?" asked Lyra, remembering a conversation with Mary Malone so long ago, back when she had known Mary by the name Ms. Malone. Although she had no idea where China was, she supposed it must be far, since no one ever went there.
Milla looked at her strangely. "Noooo… See, that's what I mean. A kindergartener might have that same answer. Not that I mean you're not dumb or anything, but you seem like you didn't come from this planet. Like an alien or something."
"An alien?" asked Lyra unwisely. "What's that?"
"I don't know where you're from, but it must be some place incredible!"
This was beginning to make Lyra angry. She turned her chin up and started to walk away. She could never even tell her best friend about her childhood. And she didn't know anything about this world. Will wasn't even trying to teach her.
"If I believed in things like other universes, I would think you were from one. I know that sounds crazy, but there's just something about you…"
Lyra laughed loudly, not noticing how phony she sounded. "Oh, haha! That's funny! Where did you get an idea like that?" She left quickly, to get a ride with Mary, and wait at home for Will.
Milla Enriquez walked off to her own car and drove slowly home, extremely confused. "I know she's hiding something from me! What is it? I mean, it can't be another world. Those do not DO NOT exist. So then, what could it be?" she asked herself.
~*~
Will was thinking back on his childhood. About all the times he had been sick and his mother had been there for him, and all the times when he was annoyed with her because she wasn't like Milla or his other friends' mothers, and told her so. There was so much he had never told her. So much she had never asked. Now there was no more time left. She was departed now; most likely already out of the World of the Dead. Prayers would achieve nothing. His mother could no longer hear him.
He took out a cell phone and called Mary for a ride..
Kirjava was quiet. She knew she couldn't really comfort Will, and besides, she herself was upset.
~*~
"Pan, what are we going to do?" Lyra asked, stroking her daemon's head and gazing out of the window at the storm clouds moving closer and closer.
He looked up at her. "Nothing. We wanted this. You should have known that you wouldn't know anything about this world. You don't know anything about any world."
"I know more than some people."
"So? Lyra, you can't just ruin Will's day by telling him you want to go home."
Lyra slammed her fist on the arm of her chair. "I know that, Pantalaimon. It's just that I'm homesick. I want to see that witches and Armored bears again. I don't want to stay in one world living like normal people!"
"I agree," said her daemon. "That isn't us. But… Will…Will is the kind of person who needs to settle down. And if you love him, you'll settle."
"But why is it always me that makes the sacrifices?"
Pantalaimon had no answers.
"I should get a choice too!"
"You know he would do whatever you want if you ask him!"
"Just like I would for him. But he might not like it."
Pan said, "So what? I love Kir, and you love Will. If we want to move around, they'll let us. Even during the day, we could go off to some other world on our own."
"Yes! That's a great idea, Pan."
"So are you going to tell him?"
"Maybe when he's done mourning for his mother."
He nodded.
A/N: As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.
A/N: People of Fanfiction.net., I apologize for not updating in like, forever, but I was busy… ok, well, I hope u enjoy chapter 17…
1 Chapter 17: The Funeral
Will and Lyra had to greet the people who came to the funeral of Elaine Parry. For Will it was hard, because, even though he had lived in Oxford for years, he didn't really know anyone. Most of the people there he didn't even know.
"I guess I was selling Mum short," Will remarked to his wife as they sat quietly in the front row.
Lyra, who still wasn't used to being quiet, replied loudly, "What do you mean, Will?"
In fact, her voice was only a loud whisper, but every head in the room turned towards them. "Shh…" said Will, and waited until everyone turned their attention back to the front of the church where the casket was.
"I mean; I never knew she had this many friends. Hell, I didn't know she had ANY friends."
All of a sudden, he stood up and walked out of the room.
Lyra, still seated, debated whether or not to follow him, and decided that he needed time alone to think.
Jesse came over to apologize for Elaine's death.
"It's not your fault," Lyra replied, shaking his hand. "You didn't do anything. It must have been something else."
Another girl named Milla, who had become Lyra's friend, walked around the graveyard after Elaine had been buried.
Lyra wiped her eyes on her blouse front, and blew her nose on a tissue Milla handed her.
"Lyra," said Milla. "Oh, Lyra! I'm so sorry. I mean I can't believe it! Mrs. Parry and my mother were friends before she died. I even met Will when he was younger."
"Where is Will? I want to comfort him, but I'm not sure how."
"Just tell him that you're sorry. That you understand," Milla said. "And no, I haven't seen him.
Lyra shook her head. "But I don't understand! I have gone through death before, but not my mother!"
"You told me your mother died, though."
Lyra said, "We didn't have a good relationship."
"You know, Lyra, you're different. I mean, sometimes it seems like you're from somewhere really far away."
"Like China?" asked Lyra, remembering a conversation with Mary Malone so long ago, back when she had known Mary by the name Ms. Malone. Although she had no idea where China was, she supposed it must be far, since no one ever went there.
Milla looked at her strangely. "Noooo… See, that's what I mean. A kindergartener might have that same answer. Not that I mean you're not dumb or anything, but you seem like you didn't come from this planet. Like an alien or something."
"An alien?" asked Lyra unwisely. "What's that?"
"I don't know where you're from, but it must be some place incredible!"
This was beginning to make Lyra angry. She turned her chin up and started to walk away. She could never even tell her best friend about her childhood. And she didn't know anything about this world. Will wasn't even trying to teach her.
"If I believed in things like other universes, I would think you were from one. I know that sounds crazy, but there's just something about you…"
Lyra laughed loudly, not noticing how phony she sounded. "Oh, haha! That's funny! Where did you get an idea like that?" She left quickly, to get a ride with Mary, and wait at home for Will.
Milla Enriquez walked off to her own car and drove slowly home, extremely confused. "I know she's hiding something from me! What is it? I mean, it can't be another world. Those do not DO NOT exist. So then, what could it be?" she asked herself.
~*~
Will was thinking back on his childhood. About all the times he had been sick and his mother had been there for him, and all the times when he was annoyed with her because she wasn't like Milla or his other friends' mothers, and told her so. There was so much he had never told her. So much she had never asked. Now there was no more time left. She was departed now; most likely already out of the World of the Dead. Prayers would achieve nothing. His mother could no longer hear him.
He took out a cell phone and called Mary for a ride..
Kirjava was quiet. She knew she couldn't really comfort Will, and besides, she herself was upset.
~*~
"Pan, what are we going to do?" Lyra asked, stroking her daemon's head and gazing out of the window at the storm clouds moving closer and closer.
He looked up at her. "Nothing. We wanted this. You should have known that you wouldn't know anything about this world. You don't know anything about any world."
"I know more than some people."
"So? Lyra, you can't just ruin Will's day by telling him you want to go home."
Lyra slammed her fist on the arm of her chair. "I know that, Pantalaimon. It's just that I'm homesick. I want to see that witches and Armored bears again. I don't want to stay in one world living like normal people!"
"I agree," said her daemon. "That isn't us. But… Will…Will is the kind of person who needs to settle down. And if you love him, you'll settle."
"But why is it always me that makes the sacrifices?"
Pantalaimon had no answers.
"I should get a choice too!"
"You know he would do whatever you want if you ask him!"
"Just like I would for him. But he might not like it."
Pan said, "So what? I love Kir, and you love Will. If we want to move around, they'll let us. Even during the day, we could go off to some other world on our own."
"Yes! That's a great idea, Pan."
"So are you going to tell him?"
"Maybe when he's done mourning for his mother."
He nodded.
A/N: As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.