UPDATE: 18.4.04. The entire story will have 4 or 5 chapters. However, this
one is very short. I haven't got a lot of spare time at the moment, with
exams and stuff, but I will try and do at least a chapter a week so keep
coming back. Thanks!
Oh yea... and my chapter names are pretty dull but it's the story that counts isn't it?
After death
Lyra was drifting towards the world of the dead. It was if she was following some kind of new instinct, but at the same time it was all too familiar. It had been a massive shock seeing her body left behind, but she had to move on. As a wizened elderly woman, she was not sad but merely surprised at what had happened. She knew that her atoms wanted to join Pantalaimon, she was craving it. It was like when Dust was rushing into the abyss, it had a purpose.
Will tried to cling to his home, but it was like trying to hold a bar of soap with cooking oil on your hands. There was nothing physical stopping him, yet it was like a craving. "A craving to move on towards the world of the dead", he thought. He and Lyra were more similar than they realised. At least there was the comfort of that harpy, Gracious Wings, welcoming them back. He wondered if Lyra was still alive, or if she was there, on the plain, waiting for him...
The atmosphere around them was changing. The colours were drifting out of their worlds as it had done those many years before. The re-living of their experience moved both Will and Lyra almost to tears, but as they had no body they could not cry.
And hours passed. Will missed Kirjarva, as Lyra did Pantalaimon.
The daemons themselves had floated away, loosening out and spreading themselves everywhere. Pantalaimon and Kirjava's atoms lives everywhere now, they were part of the rivers, plants, birds and even humans all over the worlds. They had combined together in every grain of sand, every drop of dew.
And Lyra and Will were walking steadily closer to their final reunion.
Oh yea... and my chapter names are pretty dull but it's the story that counts isn't it?
After death
Lyra was drifting towards the world of the dead. It was if she was following some kind of new instinct, but at the same time it was all too familiar. It had been a massive shock seeing her body left behind, but she had to move on. As a wizened elderly woman, she was not sad but merely surprised at what had happened. She knew that her atoms wanted to join Pantalaimon, she was craving it. It was like when Dust was rushing into the abyss, it had a purpose.
Will tried to cling to his home, but it was like trying to hold a bar of soap with cooking oil on your hands. There was nothing physical stopping him, yet it was like a craving. "A craving to move on towards the world of the dead", he thought. He and Lyra were more similar than they realised. At least there was the comfort of that harpy, Gracious Wings, welcoming them back. He wondered if Lyra was still alive, or if she was there, on the plain, waiting for him...
The atmosphere around them was changing. The colours were drifting out of their worlds as it had done those many years before. The re-living of their experience moved both Will and Lyra almost to tears, but as they had no body they could not cry.
And hours passed. Will missed Kirjarva, as Lyra did Pantalaimon.
The daemons themselves had floated away, loosening out and spreading themselves everywhere. Pantalaimon and Kirjava's atoms lives everywhere now, they were part of the rivers, plants, birds and even humans all over the worlds. They had combined together in every grain of sand, every drop of dew.
And Lyra and Will were walking steadily closer to their final reunion.