Chapter 3
A.N- Thanks to those who reviewed and also the two of you who corrected my spelling (Marisa Also, I'm sorry about adding so many elements in at once, I know it's confusing, but just stick with it and it'll pull through, ok?). Anyway, please review this abnormally short chapter.
Serafina Pekkala was hearing a rumbling, a subtle, low-key murmur. It unsettled her, unsettled her in the same way that the look in Will's eyes had unsettled her, an instinctual caution even without direct contact. But many things disturbed her now, especially the fall of the church…
After the collapse of the Authority, many religious leaders had become lost, unaware of what to do in this situation. The Magestrum had lost much of its power, leaving the government now without a good chuck of it's ruling body. A few radicals had left the church in disarray and formed their own groups of faith, finding new beings to worship and new beings to hate, but they were minor issues, not to be bothered with.
And even though Serafina Pekkala was a witch and tried to separate herself from human affairs, everything connecting her to Lyra connected her to what happened because of Lyra, and so, defying even her followers, she had become more and more human-like.
She read the human newspaper now, which fascinated her. How they obsess about everything! Witches were mild, interested in what concerned her and little else. Being detached in a way from her own culture and not fully in another, she was able to observe from a distance, and make observations about people that amazed her.
And with this new insight, she alone was interested in the news brought by Tony Costa of the Gyptans. While they were stopping at a new northern port, she had flown down to a boat and while dealing cards asked for a report. And it seemed to the people that she was talking with that a magician by the name of Dr. Dee was experimenting with a powerful force to do…what? But she never found out, as after the card game a dreadful storm swept by and she was forced to leave.
But Serafina had sent Kaisa to investigate this Dee man, who from what she could gather from a band of Tartars camped 40 miles south, lived in Mortlake, far away from the reaches of the witch clans.
The rumble… maybe it was internal rather than external. Maybe it was fear.
