Title: Love on a Silver Platter
Summary - After Giacomo Paradisi ghost comes to Lyra and informs her that another knife was created to open up worlds without making Specters, Lyra appoints the witches to help her find it. They find that a window is still open to Cittàgazze and travel through, after discovering the second knife Lyra opens up a window to Will's world and travels through, but will things be the same.... (Lyra and Will are now 16.)
AN: Wow has it really been over a month since I last updated???!!! Sorry bout that, time flies!
A big thanks to: BlueGemini612, Eco Warrior, Leaylin, demon m-chan, Culwilyawen, Rumia (FYI it doesn't cheapern the affect at all, and as for the fact that it's not possible, not very many fictions stories are, but yet PP has created His Dark Materials, and there obviously isn't a knife that can open up worlds, or armoured bears etc. ), Lyssa Belle, fdhadfj (someone was having fun with the keyboard lol), Lucy and Chazza (we go back to the Btvs days lol).
Lyra's eyes widened. Giacomo made no attempt to disappear from her sight, his game was up, not that he was trying to hide anything, for Lyra was one of the main sources of his existence. The girl steadily made her way over to him, on tip toe in fact, as though she was balancing on a feeble plank of wood that could break at any minute. By now she was in within two feet of him. The wrinkles on his weathered face stood out a little more, and his eyes, a little brighter, but he was still a ghost. Pantalaimon squirmed into Lyra's sweater and as a large bulk grew in her sleeve, a little whiskered face peaked out its nose. Pantalaimon sniffed the air surrounding Giacomo. All seemed safe so he gave the signal to Lyra to move closer.
"Hello child," Giocomo said in a raspy strained voice, most likely forever strained from when he was forced to call for help day after day.
"Mr. Paradisi..." Lyra said hesitantly beginning to stick out her hand, but she quickly drew it back. He wasn't corporeal.
An awkward silence settled in the air.
"I have seeked you out for...many weeks," Giacomo began, "When you traveled to the world of the dead, I was one of the many eerie faces who followed you faithfully. While some had doubt I knew you and the knife bearer would lead us to paradise, and fulfill your promise, and so as though I am not proof enough, you have. And I would like to offer my gratitude, on behalf of all ghosts...the dead, or what you will."
Lyra nodded, dumbfounded why he would seek her out to merely offer his thanks. "I see by your expression that you are confused, yes? Well I suppose you may want to take a seat, pull up a barrel..." He let out a shriveled laugh, softening when he saw that Lyra was not laughing at all. "Ah uh, yes my child, on with my tale..."
"After I was freed from the canyon, we fought against Asriel's Soldiers, and once he had gotten our victory, we retreated into the woods, some however did become matter, like you had intended, perhaps they wished it to be, but quite a few of us had ends to tie up, mine lay in Cittàgazze. I traveled there, no need for a knife my child, ghosts don't need such..."hands on" tools. A temperate change occurs when we travel to and fro and for a second we are slightly delirious, but once we get our bearings we are on out way again. I traveled through barren land to find my home, The Tower of Angels. Where the knife used to call home, however I suspect it is now..."
Lyra couldn't help it, she opened her mouth, "The knife is no more, Will Parry had to destroy it," a sensation went through her when she said his name, pride.
"Of course, of course, you think I don't pick these things up, believe me I hear many clips of tales on journeys. But the knife is safer than it ever could be in whole, right now. For the knife was good and evil, but the evil grazed every edge, while the good was bound to the middle, the handle and to the users mind, however pure it was. Tools like that, their power can never be harnessed."
Lyra was now listening intently; an imaginary rope bound her ears to the words that came out of his mouth.
"The Knife begged for evil, it dreamt of evil, it devoured evil, evil was its being. And I must confess to you Lyra Silvetongue, that I made a mistake. The Knife wants Dust to escape form this world. It wants to create Specters to escape and devour the very souls of our-or now yours I suppose, kinsmen."
"How do you know this, why wouldn't you have found it before?!" Lyra burst out, she has a twinge in her head, almost as though she felt betrayed. It was hard enough to tell who to trust, and now it seemed evident that Giacomo had lied to her. But his eyes were surveying her now, as though he trying to read her, but could not find the page where he had left off, but a triumphant noise rumbled in his throat, but his eyes darkened, if that were possible.
"Calm yourself child," Giacomo stated, "Have you not been listening to a mere word I have said? I DID NOT do it deliberately!" Lyra felt frightened, his pale face looked evil when the setting, pastel sun, shone through the small basement window.
"I'm too old for this," he groaned. "I know you may feel let down, but I too have been so as well...
"The Guild of The Knife Bearers has weakened so over the past century, alliances have broken and betray has settled into the fault. But it startled me still when, when I returned I found a tomb, located in the basement, in The Tower of Angels. I did not remember it, nor had my memory failed, for it was kept secret from me, well many more as well..."
"Confusion? Understandable, perhaps I should tell you the story of the Guild..."
"When the Knife came into this world so did the Guild. Millions, perhaps even billions of years ago. But shortly after, there was a disagreement. For there were 12 members, and six of them believed that the knife should be used for evil, the other half believed it should be used for good. They argued day and night. The Atapalchi, the good doers, wanted to move the good to the outside and bind the evil to the middle, but evidently they did not get their way. They split from the Guild, more or less, that is they developed a private one, in the basement of The Tower of Angels. There, in the depths of the dark cave another (ring lol just kidding) Knife was forged. A Knife of pure good. The Atapalchi hid it from everyone. Their breath was tight, and they said little, for if any of the Malvagità (evil doers) found out, well simply said hell would unleash. They protected the door with curses, the information was unclear of which spells they used, but they held. For a while anyway. Now in The Atapalchi was a small man who went by the name of Triphigus. Most described him as feeble, likely to collapse at any given moment. And as it was, it was he that betrayed them. One day a member of the Malvagità overheard him cursing himself for going in on such a plan to forge another knife. The Malvagità man instantly snatched him and took him up to the highest peak in the tower. And he caved in immediately, afraid of the torture that might await if he kept his mouth closed. He told him everything, about the members, exactly how they created the Good Knife. And once he was satisfied, he felt relief wave over him."
"What happened to him?" Lyra asked hesitantly.
"They killed him." Giacomo said simply.
"That is after they had him tell them how to lift the curses in order to get into the basement. They marched down, and with a simple flick of their fingers, the entire Atapalchi was dead. They took the Knife and meant to destroy it, but good always triumphs my child, even if it is in peculiar ways. They threw it in a fire, but that merely made it stronger, they had a sword attempt to cut it in half, but the Knife resisted. Leaving no other option The Malvagità buried The Knife. Deep into the Earth where the earth itself burned the very soil that surrounded it. Flames licked at your fingertips, and there it was forgotten, by all but the Malavagità. But they were not immortal, and they died off, and a new Guild took their place, unaware of the other Knife."
Lyra's breath was caught in her throat, "So there's another knife?!"
"Yes, the book was of ancient text, a reliable source."
Lyra's mind raced; there was a way to Will! AN: Please Review!!!! Lol
Summary - After Giacomo Paradisi ghost comes to Lyra and informs her that another knife was created to open up worlds without making Specters, Lyra appoints the witches to help her find it. They find that a window is still open to Cittàgazze and travel through, after discovering the second knife Lyra opens up a window to Will's world and travels through, but will things be the same.... (Lyra and Will are now 16.)
AN: Wow has it really been over a month since I last updated???!!! Sorry bout that, time flies!
A big thanks to: BlueGemini612, Eco Warrior, Leaylin, demon m-chan, Culwilyawen, Rumia (FYI it doesn't cheapern the affect at all, and as for the fact that it's not possible, not very many fictions stories are, but yet PP has created His Dark Materials, and there obviously isn't a knife that can open up worlds, or armoured bears etc. ), Lyssa Belle, fdhadfj (someone was having fun with the keyboard lol), Lucy and Chazza (we go back to the Btvs days lol).
Lyra's eyes widened. Giacomo made no attempt to disappear from her sight, his game was up, not that he was trying to hide anything, for Lyra was one of the main sources of his existence. The girl steadily made her way over to him, on tip toe in fact, as though she was balancing on a feeble plank of wood that could break at any minute. By now she was in within two feet of him. The wrinkles on his weathered face stood out a little more, and his eyes, a little brighter, but he was still a ghost. Pantalaimon squirmed into Lyra's sweater and as a large bulk grew in her sleeve, a little whiskered face peaked out its nose. Pantalaimon sniffed the air surrounding Giacomo. All seemed safe so he gave the signal to Lyra to move closer.
"Hello child," Giocomo said in a raspy strained voice, most likely forever strained from when he was forced to call for help day after day.
"Mr. Paradisi..." Lyra said hesitantly beginning to stick out her hand, but she quickly drew it back. He wasn't corporeal.
An awkward silence settled in the air.
"I have seeked you out for...many weeks," Giacomo began, "When you traveled to the world of the dead, I was one of the many eerie faces who followed you faithfully. While some had doubt I knew you and the knife bearer would lead us to paradise, and fulfill your promise, and so as though I am not proof enough, you have. And I would like to offer my gratitude, on behalf of all ghosts...the dead, or what you will."
Lyra nodded, dumbfounded why he would seek her out to merely offer his thanks. "I see by your expression that you are confused, yes? Well I suppose you may want to take a seat, pull up a barrel..." He let out a shriveled laugh, softening when he saw that Lyra was not laughing at all. "Ah uh, yes my child, on with my tale..."
"After I was freed from the canyon, we fought against Asriel's Soldiers, and once he had gotten our victory, we retreated into the woods, some however did become matter, like you had intended, perhaps they wished it to be, but quite a few of us had ends to tie up, mine lay in Cittàgazze. I traveled there, no need for a knife my child, ghosts don't need such..."hands on" tools. A temperate change occurs when we travel to and fro and for a second we are slightly delirious, but once we get our bearings we are on out way again. I traveled through barren land to find my home, The Tower of Angels. Where the knife used to call home, however I suspect it is now..."
Lyra couldn't help it, she opened her mouth, "The knife is no more, Will Parry had to destroy it," a sensation went through her when she said his name, pride.
"Of course, of course, you think I don't pick these things up, believe me I hear many clips of tales on journeys. But the knife is safer than it ever could be in whole, right now. For the knife was good and evil, but the evil grazed every edge, while the good was bound to the middle, the handle and to the users mind, however pure it was. Tools like that, their power can never be harnessed."
Lyra was now listening intently; an imaginary rope bound her ears to the words that came out of his mouth.
"The Knife begged for evil, it dreamt of evil, it devoured evil, evil was its being. And I must confess to you Lyra Silvetongue, that I made a mistake. The Knife wants Dust to escape form this world. It wants to create Specters to escape and devour the very souls of our-or now yours I suppose, kinsmen."
"How do you know this, why wouldn't you have found it before?!" Lyra burst out, she has a twinge in her head, almost as though she felt betrayed. It was hard enough to tell who to trust, and now it seemed evident that Giacomo had lied to her. But his eyes were surveying her now, as though he trying to read her, but could not find the page where he had left off, but a triumphant noise rumbled in his throat, but his eyes darkened, if that were possible.
"Calm yourself child," Giacomo stated, "Have you not been listening to a mere word I have said? I DID NOT do it deliberately!" Lyra felt frightened, his pale face looked evil when the setting, pastel sun, shone through the small basement window.
"I'm too old for this," he groaned. "I know you may feel let down, but I too have been so as well...
"The Guild of The Knife Bearers has weakened so over the past century, alliances have broken and betray has settled into the fault. But it startled me still when, when I returned I found a tomb, located in the basement, in The Tower of Angels. I did not remember it, nor had my memory failed, for it was kept secret from me, well many more as well..."
"Confusion? Understandable, perhaps I should tell you the story of the Guild..."
"When the Knife came into this world so did the Guild. Millions, perhaps even billions of years ago. But shortly after, there was a disagreement. For there were 12 members, and six of them believed that the knife should be used for evil, the other half believed it should be used for good. They argued day and night. The Atapalchi, the good doers, wanted to move the good to the outside and bind the evil to the middle, but evidently they did not get their way. They split from the Guild, more or less, that is they developed a private one, in the basement of The Tower of Angels. There, in the depths of the dark cave another (ring lol just kidding) Knife was forged. A Knife of pure good. The Atapalchi hid it from everyone. Their breath was tight, and they said little, for if any of the Malvagità (evil doers) found out, well simply said hell would unleash. They protected the door with curses, the information was unclear of which spells they used, but they held. For a while anyway. Now in The Atapalchi was a small man who went by the name of Triphigus. Most described him as feeble, likely to collapse at any given moment. And as it was, it was he that betrayed them. One day a member of the Malvagità overheard him cursing himself for going in on such a plan to forge another knife. The Malvagità man instantly snatched him and took him up to the highest peak in the tower. And he caved in immediately, afraid of the torture that might await if he kept his mouth closed. He told him everything, about the members, exactly how they created the Good Knife. And once he was satisfied, he felt relief wave over him."
"What happened to him?" Lyra asked hesitantly.
"They killed him." Giacomo said simply.
"That is after they had him tell them how to lift the curses in order to get into the basement. They marched down, and with a simple flick of their fingers, the entire Atapalchi was dead. They took the Knife and meant to destroy it, but good always triumphs my child, even if it is in peculiar ways. They threw it in a fire, but that merely made it stronger, they had a sword attempt to cut it in half, but the Knife resisted. Leaving no other option The Malvagità buried The Knife. Deep into the Earth where the earth itself burned the very soil that surrounded it. Flames licked at your fingertips, and there it was forgotten, by all but the Malavagità. But they were not immortal, and they died off, and a new Guild took their place, unaware of the other Knife."
Lyra's breath was caught in her throat, "So there's another knife?!"
"Yes, the book was of ancient text, a reliable source."
Lyra's mind raced; there was a way to Will! AN: Please Review!!!! Lol