A/N The witches!!! Yay!!!! I adore them and hope that they shall
prevail (I really have no idea what is going to happen in my beautiful
story, just that I shall write it)
Olivia lay on her bed with a sappy smile on her pale, blackberry stained face. Will had left already, and Anya was probably with some captivated boy. She was alone. She began to drift off into a dream-filled sleep, when she heard a scratching noise outside. She sat up in bed and walked cautiously towards the window. She grabbed a knife on her dresser. But outside the window stood a figure with long, rich black hair, pale limbs, and dark eyes. She was had all of the characteristics of a very young woman, yet she seemed old and learned. She was an older version of Anya, with dark, zealous eyes and pale red lips. She had with her a branch of cloud pine. Without looking at Olivia, she said
"Where is Anya?" Then her face turned and looked at Olivia, right in the eyes, old eyes meeting young ones, and Serifina Pekkala started.
"Oh!" she said in a rich voice.
"Lyra?" Serifina murmured, although she knew it was not, the likeness was amazing. Olivia's eyes said it all. She was not her mother, though her destiny was similar.
"Olivia" said Serifina in halting tones. "My daughter is not here?" She said, and Olivia sighed, she would not want to be Anya at the moment.
"No, Miss Serifina. I know who you are. My mother sent me a letter explaining everything. But Anya is probably out. We had a dance tonight." Serifina let a smile creep into her voice.
"That's my girl. Probably out with some boy right now. Or at her Rope Swing Place. But what I have to say to her concerns children with non-settled daemons." And Paleem, serpent formed, coiled at Olivia's throat.
"Anya will be distressed to learn this, as she has been studying the ways between worlds for as long as she has lived. But this does not concern her." Serifina looked sorrowful, for she knew how passionately Anya had thrown herself into this cause, and now it would not matter.
"This concerns you. Yes, Olivia, you. Just as your mother has read the altheometer by grace, you will be able to-" Serifina was cut off by the unearthly screech of something, and she looked pained.
"I must go. My daughter will tell you all you need to know." And with that, she was off, as fast as any lightning bolt.
Olivia lay on her bed with a sappy smile on her pale, blackberry stained face. Will had left already, and Anya was probably with some captivated boy. She was alone. She began to drift off into a dream-filled sleep, when she heard a scratching noise outside. She sat up in bed and walked cautiously towards the window. She grabbed a knife on her dresser. But outside the window stood a figure with long, rich black hair, pale limbs, and dark eyes. She was had all of the characteristics of a very young woman, yet she seemed old and learned. She was an older version of Anya, with dark, zealous eyes and pale red lips. She had with her a branch of cloud pine. Without looking at Olivia, she said
"Where is Anya?" Then her face turned and looked at Olivia, right in the eyes, old eyes meeting young ones, and Serifina Pekkala started.
"Oh!" she said in a rich voice.
"Lyra?" Serifina murmured, although she knew it was not, the likeness was amazing. Olivia's eyes said it all. She was not her mother, though her destiny was similar.
"Olivia" said Serifina in halting tones. "My daughter is not here?" She said, and Olivia sighed, she would not want to be Anya at the moment.
"No, Miss Serifina. I know who you are. My mother sent me a letter explaining everything. But Anya is probably out. We had a dance tonight." Serifina let a smile creep into her voice.
"That's my girl. Probably out with some boy right now. Or at her Rope Swing Place. But what I have to say to her concerns children with non-settled daemons." And Paleem, serpent formed, coiled at Olivia's throat.
"Anya will be distressed to learn this, as she has been studying the ways between worlds for as long as she has lived. But this does not concern her." Serifina looked sorrowful, for she knew how passionately Anya had thrown herself into this cause, and now it would not matter.
"This concerns you. Yes, Olivia, you. Just as your mother has read the altheometer by grace, you will be able to-" Serifina was cut off by the unearthly screech of something, and she looked pained.
"I must go. My daughter will tell you all you need to know." And with that, she was off, as fast as any lightning bolt.