Chapter 7
Secrets within
A world. Where feelings didn't matter. The person who took Lyra didn't care about how Will felt. maybe they were counting on that. Maybe they wanted him to feel like this
"Why did she have to be taken?" Will moaned at Kirjava, "Why does everyone I try to protect keep getting taken?" small drops of tears in his eye
"Will, mourning wont do anything" Kirjava said slowly, for she too was in pain.
Will stood up and looked around quickly "Did Lyra say HOW she knew about the window?"
Kirjava stood outraged "Are you accusing Lyra and Pan?" Kirjava was quite beside herself at Will's thinking "After all you two have gone through you STILL don't trust her?"
"I'm not accusing Lyra, Kirjava, neither Pantalaimon. Just that, I don't think it was Lyra I heard in my dream.. And I think her vanishing was no accident"
"Duh! Of course it wasn't her fault!" Kirjava said annoyingly. "But I have to agree with you a bit. I wonder if Pan or Lyra could've told us how they'd known about the window "
Will and Kirjava were sitting in the Oxford park. The place Will and Lyra had met those policemen and asked them for directions, a long time ago, to show him that she understood his world. Will missed those times.
"So do I" Kirjava said thoughtlessly
"Please stop doing that" Will said quietly
"Stop what?" Kirjava said, crawling towards Will.
Will gave his dæmon a small smile and said softly "Nothing".
There was a minutes silence, then Kirjava said "Will, lets go back to the Garden"
"Why?" Will groaned, sitting down with his back against the hard brick wall of the garden. "What's the whole point now.. I've lost Mars. I've l-l-lost L-L-Lyra. I just want it t-to b-b-be over." Tears beginning to swell under his eyes.
"Will.. Calm down. I'm sure she's alright"
"SHE ISN'T BLOODY WELL ALRIGHT KIRJAVA!" Will said jumping up. "SHE'S BEEN TAKEN AND FOR ALL I KNOW KILLED!"
"Will.. Calm down. Act Reasonable" Kirjava said, Quivering. "She's alright. I know it. Use your' heart not your' head."
"SHUT UP" Will yelled.
"Will!" Kirjava said, taking a step back. "I can help you. if you just listen-"
"No! I'm going my own way even if I die doing so!" Will said regretfully, walking away into the distance.
Kirjava looked on at the dark haired boy retreating from her. What had happened here? She said to herself. Why is Will so uptight?
Kirjava abandoned this question and walked into the crowd of people outside the nearby shop and vanished.
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Midnight. Oxford.
Out of the Botanic gardens, emerged a jet-black panther. The five Silver slashes on it's back glowed an aura so bright it out shined any street lamp nearby.
Nobody was in the street and the Panther could walk around freely. It moved around the corner of the garden and stalked closer to the small scarlet puddle. Sniffing it, then looked up.
On top of the wall stood a cloaked figure. It's red slits for eyes stared emotionlessly down at the dæmon in front of it.
"So we meet at last Titallicus?" A Slithery voice whispered
"It seems like that" The Panther said clearly "Talk louder. Nobody is near. We won't be interrupted."
"Fine" The voice was bolder yet filled with the strange snake like suspicion. "Have you got it?"
"No. I'm looking for it."
"You had better hurry dæmon." The voice growled. Losing Patience "My Client has little patience left."
"I'll get it. Don't worry"
"I'll worry if I want to dæmon"
"Will you cut with the 'dæmon' stuff? It's annoying!" Titallicus said, annoyed.
"Fine. Just get it before I intervene"
The Cloaked being and the dæmon began to walk in different directions. The dæmon into the garden, and the Mysterious creature into the mist down the road.
Secrets within
A world. Where feelings didn't matter. The person who took Lyra didn't care about how Will felt. maybe they were counting on that. Maybe they wanted him to feel like this
"Why did she have to be taken?" Will moaned at Kirjava, "Why does everyone I try to protect keep getting taken?" small drops of tears in his eye
"Will, mourning wont do anything" Kirjava said slowly, for she too was in pain.
Will stood up and looked around quickly "Did Lyra say HOW she knew about the window?"
Kirjava stood outraged "Are you accusing Lyra and Pan?" Kirjava was quite beside herself at Will's thinking "After all you two have gone through you STILL don't trust her?"
"I'm not accusing Lyra, Kirjava, neither Pantalaimon. Just that, I don't think it was Lyra I heard in my dream.. And I think her vanishing was no accident"
"Duh! Of course it wasn't her fault!" Kirjava said annoyingly. "But I have to agree with you a bit. I wonder if Pan or Lyra could've told us how they'd known about the window "
Will and Kirjava were sitting in the Oxford park. The place Will and Lyra had met those policemen and asked them for directions, a long time ago, to show him that she understood his world. Will missed those times.
"So do I" Kirjava said thoughtlessly
"Please stop doing that" Will said quietly
"Stop what?" Kirjava said, crawling towards Will.
Will gave his dæmon a small smile and said softly "Nothing".
There was a minutes silence, then Kirjava said "Will, lets go back to the Garden"
"Why?" Will groaned, sitting down with his back against the hard brick wall of the garden. "What's the whole point now.. I've lost Mars. I've l-l-lost L-L-Lyra. I just want it t-to b-b-be over." Tears beginning to swell under his eyes.
"Will.. Calm down. I'm sure she's alright"
"SHE ISN'T BLOODY WELL ALRIGHT KIRJAVA!" Will said jumping up. "SHE'S BEEN TAKEN AND FOR ALL I KNOW KILLED!"
"Will.. Calm down. Act Reasonable" Kirjava said, Quivering. "She's alright. I know it. Use your' heart not your' head."
"SHUT UP" Will yelled.
"Will!" Kirjava said, taking a step back. "I can help you. if you just listen-"
"No! I'm going my own way even if I die doing so!" Will said regretfully, walking away into the distance.
Kirjava looked on at the dark haired boy retreating from her. What had happened here? She said to herself. Why is Will so uptight?
Kirjava abandoned this question and walked into the crowd of people outside the nearby shop and vanished.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Midnight. Oxford.
Out of the Botanic gardens, emerged a jet-black panther. The five Silver slashes on it's back glowed an aura so bright it out shined any street lamp nearby.
Nobody was in the street and the Panther could walk around freely. It moved around the corner of the garden and stalked closer to the small scarlet puddle. Sniffing it, then looked up.
On top of the wall stood a cloaked figure. It's red slits for eyes stared emotionlessly down at the dæmon in front of it.
"So we meet at last Titallicus?" A Slithery voice whispered
"It seems like that" The Panther said clearly "Talk louder. Nobody is near. We won't be interrupted."
"Fine" The voice was bolder yet filled with the strange snake like suspicion. "Have you got it?"
"No. I'm looking for it."
"You had better hurry dæmon." The voice growled. Losing Patience "My Client has little patience left."
"I'll get it. Don't worry"
"I'll worry if I want to dæmon"
"Will you cut with the 'dæmon' stuff? It's annoying!" Titallicus said, annoyed.
"Fine. Just get it before I intervene"
The Cloaked being and the dæmon began to walk in different directions. The dæmon into the garden, and the Mysterious creature into the mist down the road.