**DISCLAIMER: unfortunatley i do not own any of these characters, philip
pullman does... lucky guy....**
**Authors note: Roxy Surfer- Thank you sooo much for the suport! I did get
ur other one... u'll just have to wait ;) and i did repost because i forgot
the disclaimer * whoops * Thanks again!
Blitz Blazer- Yeah i have heard about it, i think its going to be called
the Book Of Dust and im really looking forward to it, thank you that really
means a lot to me ( keep reading**
Mary slowly slid her hand across the table towards Will. Will lifted his eyes slowly from his toast to Mary. "Will..." She murmured. "Yes?" "Will, you know... I'll... I'll always love you... and you are like the son i never had... and i would die for you if need be... and..." She rambled on, unwilling to control the emotions flowing out of her like a waterfall. " I love you too." Will met her eyes and gave his small but secure smile that Mary loved. Mary sighed, she definatley couldnt tell him now, he was too happy she didnt want to shatter that thought when she told him... the happiness in his eyes would wisp away into the wind along with everything else he cherished if she did. "Well... I hope you have a good day at school." They both stood up at the same time and inched toward each other cautiously. " I hope you have a good day too." He said, taking a couple steps toward her. Then they embraced in a very akward, but loving hug. Will said I'll see you at three and walked out the door.
Mary was left in the middle of her kitchen, wondering if she would ever tell him.
** Dame Hannah had watched the whole event from the teachers table, eating her porridge. She had brought Lyra Silvertongue into her college two years ago, in hopes that she would blossom into a wonderful young lady and try to forget the past and move forward. And she had been constantly concerned that Lyra had become steadily worse. She was a wonderful scholar, the Dame had to admit, but she had no passion left, no longing for life. Dame Hannah excused herself from the table and gracefully stood up, intending to go to Lyra's dorm.
She walked up the small, narrow steps leading the way to Lyra. When she finally reached a door she knocked twice. A muffled sob was all that could be heard through the wooden door. "Lyra, its Dame Hannah... I was wondering if we could talk." A sound of concern was certain in her voice, even to Lyra's ears. Lyra decided to collect herself and open the door.
"Thank you, darling." Dame Hannah looked around the room, expecting to see Pan, Lyra's deamon somewhere. He was nowhere to be found. She thought this rather peculiar. In truth he was making his way down the the botanic gardens, for he longed for Will as well. Nevertheless, she continued, " Please tell me what is wrong? Did you get in a row with Margaret?" Lyra shook her head, she couldnt waste her energy on a verbal answer or else she would burst out infront of the Dame. Lyra didnt want anyone seeing her at her weakest moment, she tried to look strong. "Whats wrong then?" Lyra couldnt stand it anymore, she would have to tell someone, someday... She whispered, " oh... its so terrible..." "What is darling?" Lyra took a deep breath. And then she burst out in tears, admist all those tears she cried out, " I'm in love!" She pulled a pillow from her bed and sobbed. Dame Hannah was quite taken aback by this response. Quite surely a fifteen year old girl could not possibly be in love. But she then relized that this wasnt just some fifteen year old girl. Dame Hannah did not talk, merely listened as the young woman told her the story of her only love.
**
Will shuffled his feet across the sidewalk as he made his way to school. Dreading it and looking forward to it at the same time. He found everytime he went, it was becoming harder to shut out the teasing.
He walked for a bit, wondering why Mary was acting so peculiar. He knew that she had something to tell him, it had be haunting his dreams for days, but he didnt want to coax it out of her. He just had to wait. I hate waiting, he thought. He seemed to be hating a lot of things lately. Life in general.
He walked by the botanic gardens, deciding to take a detour. He walked into the heaven of shrubery and by a forest of rose bushes, not stopping to fully absorb the elgant design. He had one destination, but he did not know it yet, for his brain was not leading him there, rather his heart.
He walked past countless types of flowers until a small bench was in sight.
** Pan was being as sly as he could, for it was literally impossible for people to be seperate from their deamons, only witches can. He crept along the Botanic Gardens, finding it odd that next to no one was there. Finally he found small wooden bench only about 10 feet away. He continued towards it.
**
Will sat down on the bench, closing his eyes. He was recalling the day that he left Lyra, this exact place. Oh how he longed for her... wanted to smell her hair, look at her face, kiss her lips. He remembered the blissed fruit.
**
Pan sat down in the exact same place on the bench as Will was, and at that moment he felt a surge of joy. He was connected to Will and his deamon. The hairs on Pan stood on end from excitement. Five miles away, in Lyra's dorm, Lyra suddenly smiled. Dame Hannah was utterly confused at this point and waited for Lyra to explain her sudden change of mood. But no answer came from Lyra, all she did was stand up and peered out the window, smiling as she had never smiled before.
**
Will almost jumped from the emotion that lept inside him. Lyra is near he thought. He was about to get up to look for her, but he then realized, she is here, but in another world. He made himself comfortable on the bench, and basked in the feeling of love, somewhat the way that people enjoy being overwhelmed with sun on a beach.
Then something caught his eye in the grass about three feet infront of him. He didnt really want to move, as if plastered to the bench, but he felt something pulling him to the piece of metal. He slowly rised, evidently annoyed that he had be taken away from his haven, and limbered over to the shiny substance. He slowly picked it up and held it in his hand, and gasped at it.
It was the tip of the subtle knife.
Mary slowly slid her hand across the table towards Will. Will lifted his eyes slowly from his toast to Mary. "Will..." She murmured. "Yes?" "Will, you know... I'll... I'll always love you... and you are like the son i never had... and i would die for you if need be... and..." She rambled on, unwilling to control the emotions flowing out of her like a waterfall. " I love you too." Will met her eyes and gave his small but secure smile that Mary loved. Mary sighed, she definatley couldnt tell him now, he was too happy she didnt want to shatter that thought when she told him... the happiness in his eyes would wisp away into the wind along with everything else he cherished if she did. "Well... I hope you have a good day at school." They both stood up at the same time and inched toward each other cautiously. " I hope you have a good day too." He said, taking a couple steps toward her. Then they embraced in a very akward, but loving hug. Will said I'll see you at three and walked out the door.
Mary was left in the middle of her kitchen, wondering if she would ever tell him.
** Dame Hannah had watched the whole event from the teachers table, eating her porridge. She had brought Lyra Silvertongue into her college two years ago, in hopes that she would blossom into a wonderful young lady and try to forget the past and move forward. And she had been constantly concerned that Lyra had become steadily worse. She was a wonderful scholar, the Dame had to admit, but she had no passion left, no longing for life. Dame Hannah excused herself from the table and gracefully stood up, intending to go to Lyra's dorm.
She walked up the small, narrow steps leading the way to Lyra. When she finally reached a door she knocked twice. A muffled sob was all that could be heard through the wooden door. "Lyra, its Dame Hannah... I was wondering if we could talk." A sound of concern was certain in her voice, even to Lyra's ears. Lyra decided to collect herself and open the door.
"Thank you, darling." Dame Hannah looked around the room, expecting to see Pan, Lyra's deamon somewhere. He was nowhere to be found. She thought this rather peculiar. In truth he was making his way down the the botanic gardens, for he longed for Will as well. Nevertheless, she continued, " Please tell me what is wrong? Did you get in a row with Margaret?" Lyra shook her head, she couldnt waste her energy on a verbal answer or else she would burst out infront of the Dame. Lyra didnt want anyone seeing her at her weakest moment, she tried to look strong. "Whats wrong then?" Lyra couldnt stand it anymore, she would have to tell someone, someday... She whispered, " oh... its so terrible..." "What is darling?" Lyra took a deep breath. And then she burst out in tears, admist all those tears she cried out, " I'm in love!" She pulled a pillow from her bed and sobbed. Dame Hannah was quite taken aback by this response. Quite surely a fifteen year old girl could not possibly be in love. But she then relized that this wasnt just some fifteen year old girl. Dame Hannah did not talk, merely listened as the young woman told her the story of her only love.
**
Will shuffled his feet across the sidewalk as he made his way to school. Dreading it and looking forward to it at the same time. He found everytime he went, it was becoming harder to shut out the teasing.
He walked for a bit, wondering why Mary was acting so peculiar. He knew that she had something to tell him, it had be haunting his dreams for days, but he didnt want to coax it out of her. He just had to wait. I hate waiting, he thought. He seemed to be hating a lot of things lately. Life in general.
He walked by the botanic gardens, deciding to take a detour. He walked into the heaven of shrubery and by a forest of rose bushes, not stopping to fully absorb the elgant design. He had one destination, but he did not know it yet, for his brain was not leading him there, rather his heart.
He walked past countless types of flowers until a small bench was in sight.
** Pan was being as sly as he could, for it was literally impossible for people to be seperate from their deamons, only witches can. He crept along the Botanic Gardens, finding it odd that next to no one was there. Finally he found small wooden bench only about 10 feet away. He continued towards it.
**
Will sat down on the bench, closing his eyes. He was recalling the day that he left Lyra, this exact place. Oh how he longed for her... wanted to smell her hair, look at her face, kiss her lips. He remembered the blissed fruit.
**
Pan sat down in the exact same place on the bench as Will was, and at that moment he felt a surge of joy. He was connected to Will and his deamon. The hairs on Pan stood on end from excitement. Five miles away, in Lyra's dorm, Lyra suddenly smiled. Dame Hannah was utterly confused at this point and waited for Lyra to explain her sudden change of mood. But no answer came from Lyra, all she did was stand up and peered out the window, smiling as she had never smiled before.
**
Will almost jumped from the emotion that lept inside him. Lyra is near he thought. He was about to get up to look for her, but he then realized, she is here, but in another world. He made himself comfortable on the bench, and basked in the feeling of love, somewhat the way that people enjoy being overwhelmed with sun on a beach.
Then something caught his eye in the grass about three feet infront of him. He didnt really want to move, as if plastered to the bench, but he felt something pulling him to the piece of metal. He slowly rised, evidently annoyed that he had be taken away from his haven, and limbered over to the shiny substance. He slowly picked it up and held it in his hand, and gasped at it.
It was the tip of the subtle knife.