Chapter Four: Lyra and her namemistake
The ground where they landed was unusually cold and hard, for dramatic affect, Lyra supposed.
"Where are we?" the words were spoken by the fangirl.
"As if we know," Lyra replied bitingly. "It's your fanfic."
The fangirl shrugged. "Well it's your universe."
"Well, actually, I don't think it is...anymore." Will said hesitantly.
"Not a crossover?!" Lyra said, panic in her voice.
"No, no." Will assured her quickly. "Just...I think we're in another world."
"That can only mean one thing..." Lyra groaned.
"Yes!" The fangirl squealed happily.
"What?" Kirjava voiced Will's internal monologue. Will jumped, startled by the sudden reappearance of his daemon.
"Alternate dimensions." Krystal told them all in a superior voice. "Create alternate canon characters. Or, at least in the minds of SOME dilusioned fanfic writers..." she shot an uncharacteristically nasty look at the fangirl.
The fanfic writer was quite upset. All her characters were rebelling against her! There was only one thing to do...
As Will, Lyra, and Krystal took stock of their surroundings (no one knew where the daemons had dissapeared to) a chill crept into the air, sending shivers of fear up their spines.
"Really," Lyra said. "Do you have to be SO melodramatic?"
"Er...sorry."
The previously unmentioned door flew open and a girl entered, though no one could see her face in the convenient shadows. Nevermind that it was daytime.
Lyra shivered and a low, wary moan escaped her lips. She screwed up her face and shot daggers (metaphorically, of course) at the fanwriter. "HONESTLY...Is this really necessary?"
"Er...yes?"
Lyra let out a spew of asterisks.
The girl in the shadows stepped forward. She was small and rather wiry, with pale blue eyes and hair that would be a darkish blonde if it were clean. She smiled, and all three of them gasped melodramtically.
Will stared. "Lyra?" he ventured after a moment.
She laughed lightly. "No, silly. Even fanfic writers don't have enough power to make copies of canon characters...I'm a product of many, many irritating spelling mistakes. You probably ended up here because of a spelling mistakes? Anyway, I'm Lira." or, at least that's what she MEANT to say. What everyone else in the room heard was: "No, silly. Evn fanfc writers dont hav enouh power to mak copys of canin characts...I'm a prodict of many, many, iritatting spelling mistakez. U probly ended up her becuz of a speling mistak? Anyway, Im Lira."
Lyra closed her eyes. "This isn't funny anymore. It just isn't funny. Why can't you leave our lives alone?" she groaned.
"Because I loved the books so much." the fanwriter explained. "They...inspired me."
"Inspired you to this?" Will's voice was incredulous.
"Er...well, yeah."
"Anywa," Lira said. "We shuld get ot of her prtty soon. I hear u have 2 save the world and all?"
Lyra took several deep calming breaths. "How did you hear that?"
"Oh, thngs gt arund. We lik to kep track of th storys that r goin arund incase were neede, u kno?"
"Who's 'we'?" Will asked.
"Oh, you know- Herry Potter, Prof's Mcgonnagel, Dumbeldur, the occasinal tolkin chractur- Lengolas, Baromer..." she continued on in a droning sort of monotone.
"Er...that's...that's QUITE enough." Krystal spoke up, to the relief of all, even Lyra.
"Yeh. Wll, shall we go thn?"
"Go...where?" Will asked.
"Well, u cant STAY here." Lira replied, as though that were obvious. "U'll have 2 b trnsported ack...the elvs will know what to do."
Somehow, none of them were comforted by that.
The ground where they landed was unusually cold and hard, for dramatic affect, Lyra supposed.
"Where are we?" the words were spoken by the fangirl.
"As if we know," Lyra replied bitingly. "It's your fanfic."
The fangirl shrugged. "Well it's your universe."
"Well, actually, I don't think it is...anymore." Will said hesitantly.
"Not a crossover?!" Lyra said, panic in her voice.
"No, no." Will assured her quickly. "Just...I think we're in another world."
"That can only mean one thing..." Lyra groaned.
"Yes!" The fangirl squealed happily.
"What?" Kirjava voiced Will's internal monologue. Will jumped, startled by the sudden reappearance of his daemon.
"Alternate dimensions." Krystal told them all in a superior voice. "Create alternate canon characters. Or, at least in the minds of SOME dilusioned fanfic writers..." she shot an uncharacteristically nasty look at the fangirl.
The fanfic writer was quite upset. All her characters were rebelling against her! There was only one thing to do...
As Will, Lyra, and Krystal took stock of their surroundings (no one knew where the daemons had dissapeared to) a chill crept into the air, sending shivers of fear up their spines.
"Really," Lyra said. "Do you have to be SO melodramatic?"
"Er...sorry."
The previously unmentioned door flew open and a girl entered, though no one could see her face in the convenient shadows. Nevermind that it was daytime.
Lyra shivered and a low, wary moan escaped her lips. She screwed up her face and shot daggers (metaphorically, of course) at the fanwriter. "HONESTLY...Is this really necessary?"
"Er...yes?"
Lyra let out a spew of asterisks.
The girl in the shadows stepped forward. She was small and rather wiry, with pale blue eyes and hair that would be a darkish blonde if it were clean. She smiled, and all three of them gasped melodramtically.
Will stared. "Lyra?" he ventured after a moment.
She laughed lightly. "No, silly. Even fanfic writers don't have enough power to make copies of canon characters...I'm a product of many, many irritating spelling mistakes. You probably ended up here because of a spelling mistakes? Anyway, I'm Lira." or, at least that's what she MEANT to say. What everyone else in the room heard was: "No, silly. Evn fanfc writers dont hav enouh power to mak copys of canin characts...I'm a prodict of many, many, iritatting spelling mistakez. U probly ended up her becuz of a speling mistak? Anyway, Im Lira."
Lyra closed her eyes. "This isn't funny anymore. It just isn't funny. Why can't you leave our lives alone?" she groaned.
"Because I loved the books so much." the fanwriter explained. "They...inspired me."
"Inspired you to this?" Will's voice was incredulous.
"Er...well, yeah."
"Anywa," Lira said. "We shuld get ot of her prtty soon. I hear u have 2 save the world and all?"
Lyra took several deep calming breaths. "How did you hear that?"
"Oh, thngs gt arund. We lik to kep track of th storys that r goin arund incase were neede, u kno?"
"Who's 'we'?" Will asked.
"Oh, you know- Herry Potter, Prof's Mcgonnagel, Dumbeldur, the occasinal tolkin chractur- Lengolas, Baromer..." she continued on in a droning sort of monotone.
"Er...that's...that's QUITE enough." Krystal spoke up, to the relief of all, even Lyra.
"Yeh. Wll, shall we go thn?"
"Go...where?" Will asked.
"Well, u cant STAY here." Lira replied, as though that were obvious. "U'll have 2 b trnsported ack...the elvs will know what to do."
Somehow, none of them were comforted by that.
