** DISCLAIMER: I dont own any of Philip Pullmans amazing characters... he
does**
**oh yea and please if u have time R&R... on with the show**
Lyra pulled up a chair at the large dining hall of St. Sophia's next to
Margaret. It was her final year at that damn place, she thought. Lyra had
been spending a year and a half doing intensive studying on the
alethometer. Dame Hannah had been thouroughly suprised with Lyras amazing
progress. The reading of the alethiometer would take most young women a
lifetime to grasp, while Lyra had been able to do it in two years. And she
didnt slack off either.
She eat, drank and breathed the alethiometer. She wouldnt stop studying it, and Pan would always check that it was by her side . Her determination to learn had not only given her a clear advantage, it also gave her an awful rep that restricted her social life. Well actually. Margaret was her only friend. And the only reason Margaret hanged around Lyra was because she herself was a loser. And losers must stick together, as her saying goes.
But Lyra didnt care. Didnt care that all the girls walked a little faster when they saw her in the hall. Or when they spread evil rumours about her family, not that she had family anymore. The girls at St. Sophia's were vicious. They didnt understand anything that happened outside their little perfect lives of makeup, clothes and boys. Their biggest worry was their final grade for that year. Meanwhile, Lyra had a destiny, and she had been through more things than what most people would go through in two lifetimes.
Lyra and Pan stared down at her breakfast of porridge. It was so bland, no color, no life. With a sickening feeling she realized the comparison of this bunch of oats and water with her current life. It was pointless, the Republic was finished, her study almost finished, and what would she do after that? She picked up a slightly-dull-from-all-its-use spoon, and dug into her meal.
"Do you KNOW what happened yesterday when I went into the market for lunch?" Margret chirped eager for conversation. Not waiting for a reply from Lyra she rambled on, " Alright, so i was getting some apples 'cause i was soooo hungry... i was looking through them and i finally found the perfect one so i looked up to buy it and there was this BEYOND cute boy staring at me. We talked for a bit and.... ahhh i think im in love!" She finished with a dazed out look in her eyes.
"HA!" Lyra exploded, suprised at the sound of her own voice.
"Whats so funny? Well? What?"
"Nothing ..." Lyra murmured. In love. These girls dont even know what puppy love is. Pan rolled his eyes dramatically. Then she remembered Will. She hadnt been thinking about him much lately with her examinations getting close. But whenever she did, her heart felt ripped out from pain. The one thing she longed for, with all her heart, had left through a window two years ago. A simple tear ran down her cheek, then another came appearing to be racing with the first. Lyra got up from the table with Pan in her arms, murmered a "im not hungry" and set off running to her dorm.
***
Will sat at the small table in the middle of the kitchen facing Mary. His face told the story of his life. Instead of the normal youthful skin that a young man his age was expected to have, his skin was tough and almost raw. It had undergone so many adventures that it was tierd, and it was clearly apparent on Wills face. His mouth was small and blended well with his skin, as if it did no longer have the urge to be reconized, used even, after his last kiss with Lyra. His sharp eyes were what set many peoples senses ablaze. They had a fierce look to them, many eyes like this could have belonged to a warrior. The depth of his eyes reminded Mary of the stories she was told of the abyss that Lyra's parents were thrown into, deep and bottomless, full of unknown emotions and feelings. Over all Will was quite a handsome young man, but many did not see that, for he was odd. He did not have friends, and rarely attended school. But when he did he only sat in the back and watched, as if entertained by the passing of knowledge between teacher and students, but never looked as if he was meaning to learn. In reality, he was there to learn, and he did wish that he could attend more often, but with all the work that he had with The Republic, he had only time for few lessons. He felt withdrawn from the world, and he would spend most days curled up into bed crying. Crying from his heart, for his heart. He felt it was the only way he could cope with his numerous losses.
When Will and Mary returned to their Oxford, they found the old lady that took in his mother. She said that her mother had a fercious fit one day and threw herself down the stairs, and she died of heart complications. Will's only real reason for leaving his love, Lyra, was gone. And he had regretted it everyday since.
Mary stared across the table at Will, with a furrowed brow. She had been increasingly concerned with Will over the last couple of months, he had seemed so withdrawn from life. She cried at night for him. Her face also told a story, a story that was soon comming to a conclusion, for her purpose was done. She didnt want to tell Will yet, but she knew the time was comming soon, too soon.
She eat, drank and breathed the alethiometer. She wouldnt stop studying it, and Pan would always check that it was by her side . Her determination to learn had not only given her a clear advantage, it also gave her an awful rep that restricted her social life. Well actually. Margaret was her only friend. And the only reason Margaret hanged around Lyra was because she herself was a loser. And losers must stick together, as her saying goes.
But Lyra didnt care. Didnt care that all the girls walked a little faster when they saw her in the hall. Or when they spread evil rumours about her family, not that she had family anymore. The girls at St. Sophia's were vicious. They didnt understand anything that happened outside their little perfect lives of makeup, clothes and boys. Their biggest worry was their final grade for that year. Meanwhile, Lyra had a destiny, and she had been through more things than what most people would go through in two lifetimes.
Lyra and Pan stared down at her breakfast of porridge. It was so bland, no color, no life. With a sickening feeling she realized the comparison of this bunch of oats and water with her current life. It was pointless, the Republic was finished, her study almost finished, and what would she do after that? She picked up a slightly-dull-from-all-its-use spoon, and dug into her meal.
"Do you KNOW what happened yesterday when I went into the market for lunch?" Margret chirped eager for conversation. Not waiting for a reply from Lyra she rambled on, " Alright, so i was getting some apples 'cause i was soooo hungry... i was looking through them and i finally found the perfect one so i looked up to buy it and there was this BEYOND cute boy staring at me. We talked for a bit and.... ahhh i think im in love!" She finished with a dazed out look in her eyes.
"HA!" Lyra exploded, suprised at the sound of her own voice.
"Whats so funny? Well? What?"
"Nothing ..." Lyra murmured. In love. These girls dont even know what puppy love is. Pan rolled his eyes dramatically. Then she remembered Will. She hadnt been thinking about him much lately with her examinations getting close. But whenever she did, her heart felt ripped out from pain. The one thing she longed for, with all her heart, had left through a window two years ago. A simple tear ran down her cheek, then another came appearing to be racing with the first. Lyra got up from the table with Pan in her arms, murmered a "im not hungry" and set off running to her dorm.
***
Will sat at the small table in the middle of the kitchen facing Mary. His face told the story of his life. Instead of the normal youthful skin that a young man his age was expected to have, his skin was tough and almost raw. It had undergone so many adventures that it was tierd, and it was clearly apparent on Wills face. His mouth was small and blended well with his skin, as if it did no longer have the urge to be reconized, used even, after his last kiss with Lyra. His sharp eyes were what set many peoples senses ablaze. They had a fierce look to them, many eyes like this could have belonged to a warrior. The depth of his eyes reminded Mary of the stories she was told of the abyss that Lyra's parents were thrown into, deep and bottomless, full of unknown emotions and feelings. Over all Will was quite a handsome young man, but many did not see that, for he was odd. He did not have friends, and rarely attended school. But when he did he only sat in the back and watched, as if entertained by the passing of knowledge between teacher and students, but never looked as if he was meaning to learn. In reality, he was there to learn, and he did wish that he could attend more often, but with all the work that he had with The Republic, he had only time for few lessons. He felt withdrawn from the world, and he would spend most days curled up into bed crying. Crying from his heart, for his heart. He felt it was the only way he could cope with his numerous losses.
When Will and Mary returned to their Oxford, they found the old lady that took in his mother. She said that her mother had a fercious fit one day and threw herself down the stairs, and she died of heart complications. Will's only real reason for leaving his love, Lyra, was gone. And he had regretted it everyday since.
Mary stared across the table at Will, with a furrowed brow. She had been increasingly concerned with Will over the last couple of months, he had seemed so withdrawn from life. She cried at night for him. Her face also told a story, a story that was soon comming to a conclusion, for her purpose was done. She didnt want to tell Will yet, but she knew the time was comming soon, too soon.