**dont own it, just write it. Author(ess? Whats the female equivalent to
author... or is there?) notes: Oh my goooodness i am ammmazzzinnnggglllyyyy
regretting the fact that i havent updated in like a century and a half! I
just didnt know how i was gonna write this one... srry for such the
AMAZINGLY long wait, ive uhhh... well sumthing good happened to me and i
got caught up in it all. But thanks so MUCH to everyone that posted, you
guys are the reason i keep going (slowly but surely ;) ) now on with the
showww**
Lyra sat in the small wooden chair up against a large desk in her classroom. Her teacher, Mr.Plumber went out of the room for a minute, needing to use the restroom. As soon as he left, her back became slouched and she started fiddling with her nails, refusing herself any more work for the time being. If Mr.Plumber could have a break, why couldn't she? Her eyes slowly shifted from her nails onto the Alethiometer shining on the far right corner of her desk.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Lyra felt the Alethiometer wanting her to ask it a question. But what question was still to be determined. Although Lyra had been taught all there was to know about how to read the Alethiometer, she could not be taught how to read what it wanted her to do. That was beyond any teachers capability, and they could only hope that with enough practice Lyra would regain that intuition.
Her eyes were permanently fixed on the contraption, and her mind was challenging it to tell her what to do, to give her some indication of what she was to ask. Pan leapt up on the desk and gave it a playful kick as if to say "come ON!" No such luck.
The door opened as Mr.Plumber's large figure walked through. Lyra sighed, straightened up, and turned back to her work, hoping that she could later find out what it was she had to do. ***
Will regained his senses and stood from the grass, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He tried the glass door one last time, but the handle didnt budge. Will picked up the garden gnome sitting near the wall and smashed through the door and ran to Mary sprawled out on the ground.
Kyriaa jumped to her side, checking her pulse. A faint heartbeat was found in her lifeless body. *** A few hours later, Will was still in the kitchen, surrounded with tall, built men that took away Mary and were now asking him a endless amount of questions. "What happened, son?" "Well... i... forgot my english book in my room so I came home. And the front door was locked to naturally i went to the back door and Mary was..." Will trailed off, not wanting to face the reality. He focused his attention on the men with gloves scouring ever inch of his kitchen. The tall man put his hand on Will's back, making Will's body tense up and focus on him. "Mary was what?" "She was making a sandwich... but I could...." Will wanted to say that he could see that he had never seen before, making him and Kyriaa not sure what it was, but he thought that too bizarre to say. "...but when I got to the glass door, after a couple of moments of knocking, trying to warn her..." "and then..." the man removed his hand from Will's back, getting impatient with what the man thought was dramatic pauses. Will's mouth opened and said some words, too quiet to hear. "Sorry?" "...They... took her..." "Who's they? What did they take?" "They are Specters. They took her soul." *** Lyra sat on her bed cross legged after her dinner with the alethiometer in her right palm. "What are you trying to say?!" she shook it desperately. The arrows started whirling around and Lyra was pulled into the deep trance that she had not yet been for the longest time. She spoke to the alethiometer. It was trying to urgently tell her something. Another door has been opened. **
Lyra sat in the small wooden chair up against a large desk in her classroom. Her teacher, Mr.Plumber went out of the room for a minute, needing to use the restroom. As soon as he left, her back became slouched and she started fiddling with her nails, refusing herself any more work for the time being. If Mr.Plumber could have a break, why couldn't she? Her eyes slowly shifted from her nails onto the Alethiometer shining on the far right corner of her desk.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Lyra felt the Alethiometer wanting her to ask it a question. But what question was still to be determined. Although Lyra had been taught all there was to know about how to read the Alethiometer, she could not be taught how to read what it wanted her to do. That was beyond any teachers capability, and they could only hope that with enough practice Lyra would regain that intuition.
Her eyes were permanently fixed on the contraption, and her mind was challenging it to tell her what to do, to give her some indication of what she was to ask. Pan leapt up on the desk and gave it a playful kick as if to say "come ON!" No such luck.
The door opened as Mr.Plumber's large figure walked through. Lyra sighed, straightened up, and turned back to her work, hoping that she could later find out what it was she had to do. ***
Will regained his senses and stood from the grass, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He tried the glass door one last time, but the handle didnt budge. Will picked up the garden gnome sitting near the wall and smashed through the door and ran to Mary sprawled out on the ground.
Kyriaa jumped to her side, checking her pulse. A faint heartbeat was found in her lifeless body. *** A few hours later, Will was still in the kitchen, surrounded with tall, built men that took away Mary and were now asking him a endless amount of questions. "What happened, son?" "Well... i... forgot my english book in my room so I came home. And the front door was locked to naturally i went to the back door and Mary was..." Will trailed off, not wanting to face the reality. He focused his attention on the men with gloves scouring ever inch of his kitchen. The tall man put his hand on Will's back, making Will's body tense up and focus on him. "Mary was what?" "She was making a sandwich... but I could...." Will wanted to say that he could see that he had never seen before, making him and Kyriaa not sure what it was, but he thought that too bizarre to say. "...but when I got to the glass door, after a couple of moments of knocking, trying to warn her..." "and then..." the man removed his hand from Will's back, getting impatient with what the man thought was dramatic pauses. Will's mouth opened and said some words, too quiet to hear. "Sorry?" "...They... took her..." "Who's they? What did they take?" "They are Specters. They took her soul." *** Lyra sat on her bed cross legged after her dinner with the alethiometer in her right palm. "What are you trying to say?!" she shook it desperately. The arrows started whirling around and Lyra was pulled into the deep trance that she had not yet been for the longest time. She spoke to the alethiometer. It was trying to urgently tell her something. Another door has been opened. **