** disclaimer: dont own characters** **A/N: thank you soooooooooo much to
everyone who R/R! It meant the world to me. Just for that heres the next
chappy. Hope you like it! Please review with suggestions/ comments ( **
Lyra turned to Dame Hannah. "You know what, i feel a lot better. Thank you
very much Dame." She chimed. She then turned and skipped out of the room
and down the stairs.
Dame Hannah had a look of utter confusion written all over her delicatley
aged face. In all her years of running her college she had never had the
chance to encounter such a bizzare young lady. She shook her head and
walked out of the Lyra's dorm, delicatley shutting the door behind her with
a click.
Lyra's heart was pounding a mile a minute. Her head was throbbing with ideas and possiblities of why and how this had happened. Deep down she knew, but she didnt want to set herself up for a dismal let down. She couldnt take one more of those. So she covered it up with such inferior excuses as maybe Pan got frightened by a human. No... I would have felt frightened not loved. She finally settled on Pan day dreaming about Will, and set off to the days tasks.
** Will held the shard of metal in his hand, examining his long lost friend. Engulfed by Lyras love, he ran his index finger over the metal. His hand stopped with a jolt. How can i feel Lyra? I'm not on the bench anymore he thought, bewildered. Maybe she is standing in the same place as I. He decided to move across to the rose bush as an experiment. He could still feel her. As if she was following him. Then as if by fate, he fumbled and dropped the small piece of metal into the vibrant green grass.
Suddenly he didnt feel Lyra there anymore. Depression covered him as if taking a black body sack and putting him inside. He felt almost dead without her love. He stared down at the subtle knife's tip. What was going on?
** Kyriaa bounded through the grass, feeling amazing. She and Will had collectivley decided to take a break from each other for the week, and she decided to explore her own backyard, literally. She had slept among the stars at night, reliving in her dreams the adventures her and Will had been through, even more the adventures that her and her beloved Pan had seen. She spent her days frolicing in the grass, always close to Will, yet a thousand miles away. She looked towards Mary's flat. Through the glass door she saw Mary preparing a simple sandwich for lunch. Kyriaa sighed with love for her.
Lately Mary had seemed like more and more of a mother figure to Will, and Kyriaa wouldnt of had it any other way. Mary stayed at home during the day, working long hours to make the Republic, staying far away from anyone from her past profession and took care of Will as if he was her own. Kyriaa hopped a bit closer to the window, facinated by the movement and sureness of Mary's hands as she sliced thin bits of tomato. Kyriaa's eyes opened wider, something was happening. She moved closer, her nose touching the glass. Suddenly Kyriaa was scratching at the door, desperate to find a way in. She had to help Mary, what was happening to her?... she didnt understand. Kyriaa started wailing desperatley. But all she could do was watch from behind the glass....
** Will felt Kyriaa's cry. He shoved the subtle knife in his pocket and ran out of the gardens. He ran by an old lady, nearly knocking her over, but he didnt even notice where he was going. He was finding Kyriaa. A couple of minutes later he found himself trying to dislodge the front door of his flat. It wouldnt budge. Mary had been planning to get a locksmith to come and look at it. But she was busy, so busy with the Republic. He turned and ran around the side of the house. Fumbled with the latch to the backyard, and bursted through running towards the glass door.
He found the glass door indented with deep claw marks of desperation. And Kyriaa, on the ground in hysterics. His breathing quicked as he looked through the glass. He tripped and fell on the grass, never taking his eyes off what was beyond the glass door. ** DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN oooh cliffhanger. Bwhaha. Sry guys this was a shorter one... i'll post another hopefully next week :p. Remember R/R!! **
Lyra's heart was pounding a mile a minute. Her head was throbbing with ideas and possiblities of why and how this had happened. Deep down she knew, but she didnt want to set herself up for a dismal let down. She couldnt take one more of those. So she covered it up with such inferior excuses as maybe Pan got frightened by a human. No... I would have felt frightened not loved. She finally settled on Pan day dreaming about Will, and set off to the days tasks.
** Will held the shard of metal in his hand, examining his long lost friend. Engulfed by Lyras love, he ran his index finger over the metal. His hand stopped with a jolt. How can i feel Lyra? I'm not on the bench anymore he thought, bewildered. Maybe she is standing in the same place as I. He decided to move across to the rose bush as an experiment. He could still feel her. As if she was following him. Then as if by fate, he fumbled and dropped the small piece of metal into the vibrant green grass.
Suddenly he didnt feel Lyra there anymore. Depression covered him as if taking a black body sack and putting him inside. He felt almost dead without her love. He stared down at the subtle knife's tip. What was going on?
** Kyriaa bounded through the grass, feeling amazing. She and Will had collectivley decided to take a break from each other for the week, and she decided to explore her own backyard, literally. She had slept among the stars at night, reliving in her dreams the adventures her and Will had been through, even more the adventures that her and her beloved Pan had seen. She spent her days frolicing in the grass, always close to Will, yet a thousand miles away. She looked towards Mary's flat. Through the glass door she saw Mary preparing a simple sandwich for lunch. Kyriaa sighed with love for her.
Lately Mary had seemed like more and more of a mother figure to Will, and Kyriaa wouldnt of had it any other way. Mary stayed at home during the day, working long hours to make the Republic, staying far away from anyone from her past profession and took care of Will as if he was her own. Kyriaa hopped a bit closer to the window, facinated by the movement and sureness of Mary's hands as she sliced thin bits of tomato. Kyriaa's eyes opened wider, something was happening. She moved closer, her nose touching the glass. Suddenly Kyriaa was scratching at the door, desperate to find a way in. She had to help Mary, what was happening to her?... she didnt understand. Kyriaa started wailing desperatley. But all she could do was watch from behind the glass....
** Will felt Kyriaa's cry. He shoved the subtle knife in his pocket and ran out of the gardens. He ran by an old lady, nearly knocking her over, but he didnt even notice where he was going. He was finding Kyriaa. A couple of minutes later he found himself trying to dislodge the front door of his flat. It wouldnt budge. Mary had been planning to get a locksmith to come and look at it. But she was busy, so busy with the Republic. He turned and ran around the side of the house. Fumbled with the latch to the backyard, and bursted through running towards the glass door.
He found the glass door indented with deep claw marks of desperation. And Kyriaa, on the ground in hysterics. His breathing quicked as he looked through the glass. He tripped and fell on the grass, never taking his eyes off what was beyond the glass door. ** DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN oooh cliffhanger. Bwhaha. Sry guys this was a shorter one... i'll post another hopefully next week :p. Remember R/R!! **