First off...
Thank you to panfan, burning waters, vella, kaiserdragon52 and Countess
Kheldarson (well, she gets the joke :P) for reviewing. I would do a gushy
"you're the best you guys you keep me going etc etc" thing here, but I
figure you'll have read enough of those anyways. Suffice it to say, I love
reviews (which author doesn't?), so please keep writing them.
This chapter dedicated to Vella for being there and helping me to get the plot sorted out, even when I've had too much caffeine Vella...you really are the best. In your honour, I'm gonna give you a cameo in the next chapter, if you want it. Tho I'll probably have to change the name so people don't think it's an Eddings/Pullman crossover thingy. Don't worry, I'll keep the personality the same :P.
And if any of you others want to be in the story, then keep suggesting daemon names, and the two I like best will be put into the story, and the reviewer(s) who suggested them will get a part too.
Burning Waters, I like the two names you gave me. Do they have any meanings? What language are they in?
Kaiserdragon52...umm...that's slightly scary, but your death threat and the boredom of my half term have finally pushed me to write the next chapter.
And panfan- thanx for all those marvellously entertaining e-mails
Okay, okay, I'll stop now. This chapter takes up in Lyra's Oxford, soon after she has reached home after leaving Will's world. Don't worry, I won't leave you in suspense about Will and Gabrielle forever, this next part is just necessary to the story.
p.s. my writing style may vary just a tad depending on which universe I'm using...
Lyra's Oxford
Lyra surveyed her room. It was not, of course, the same room that she had inhabited prior to leaving Jordan College. That one had been small and functional, located in the servant quarters. This one was...magnificent. There was no other way to properly describe it. It was a scholar's room, given to her by the Master of Jordan College, despite the objections that rose from all quarters. The walls were a deep burgundy-red shade, with oak furnishings to match. A large fireplace lined one wall, and in it a huge fire burned away cheerily (A/N: I know they always burn cheerily, I just couldn't think of another word. Sorry). Another wall was lined completely with old tomes, faded with age. They were not, of course, Lyra's. They had belonged to the previous inhabitant, and the Master of Jordan College hadn't thought it necessary to remove them, yet.
In one corner of the room sat a large writing desk, which held only one item. Lyra's prized possession, the alethiometer, gleaming in soft light of the naphtha lamps that lit the room. And in the centre of the room, the crowning masterpiece that only served to increase the magnificence of the surroundings- a splendid four-poster bed, made of oak, curtained all round with drapes of burgundy velvet.
But what is this? The girl, Lyra, who sits on the bed, is crying. From the looks of it, sobbing her heart out. Her gaze is fixed on the alethiometer on the desk, and on the heavy books that she is supposed to use to relearn the art now lost to her. Unlike the alethiometer, the books are dumped unceremoniously on the floor; the pages of these precious manuals, once lovingly cared for, now permanently damaged and creased.
The girl, Lyra, lifts her hands to her face. Ferociously, she digs at her eyes, willing the tears to stop. "It's not fair, Pan, it's just not fair! We used to know this, we used to understand!"
"I know, Lyra, I know." Lyra's beloved daemon, Pantalaimon, jumps up to her on the edge of her bed, sliding to her neck, offering her all the comfort that his presence can give.
"Remember, Pan, we used it to save the world, all the universes once, but now, it won't even let me find out where he is, if he's still alive!" She has removed her hands from her eyes now, her sobs shortening to choking gasps of tears, and uses them to hold her daemon close to her, but this serves only to sharpen the memory of another whose body she held close to her once, and she once again begins to cry.
"Lyra, my dearest, I know that he is okay. Don't ask me how, Lyra, I just know it. I know that I would feel it if...if anything ever happened to him. Or to Kirjava"
She calms down slightly. She knows in her heart that what Pan says is true. The practical part of her, however, still demands the facts. She giggles slightly as Pan reaches up to her face, gently wiping away her tears. It tickles! She is just about to tell him how much she loves him, how happy she is that they will both be going to the school tomorrow and she will finally have a proper education, how glad she is that she still has him when all others have gone, when she is suddenly overcome by a feeling of nausea. She gets up, inadvertently throwing her daemon from her, and runs to one of the two doors in her room, leading to her bathroom. She opens it and runs straight to the toilet, bending over and retching. She continues till she feels weak, so weak and sick. But she can't control it. Once she is done, she sinks slowly to the floor, eyes half-shut, as her faithful Pantalaimon begins to clean her up. "Pan, oh Pan- I don't know what came over me." She whispers shakily. "Pantalaimon?" "Yes Lyra?" "I'm scared."
end of chapter
heeheehee, dontcha just love me for never seeming to finish a chapter properly? :P
anyways, I hope you like it. The next chapter is also going to be set in Lyra's Oxford, because I seem to be finding it easier to write it her POV for the moment. Will update sooner than I did last time, I promise. Bye for now. And remember, the moral of the story is...
REVIEW!!!!!
This chapter dedicated to Vella for being there and helping me to get the plot sorted out, even when I've had too much caffeine Vella...you really are the best. In your honour, I'm gonna give you a cameo in the next chapter, if you want it. Tho I'll probably have to change the name so people don't think it's an Eddings/Pullman crossover thingy. Don't worry, I'll keep the personality the same :P.
And if any of you others want to be in the story, then keep suggesting daemon names, and the two I like best will be put into the story, and the reviewer(s) who suggested them will get a part too.
Burning Waters, I like the two names you gave me. Do they have any meanings? What language are they in?
Kaiserdragon52...umm...that's slightly scary, but your death threat and the boredom of my half term have finally pushed me to write the next chapter.
And panfan- thanx for all those marvellously entertaining e-mails
Okay, okay, I'll stop now. This chapter takes up in Lyra's Oxford, soon after she has reached home after leaving Will's world. Don't worry, I won't leave you in suspense about Will and Gabrielle forever, this next part is just necessary to the story.
p.s. my writing style may vary just a tad depending on which universe I'm using...
Lyra's Oxford
Lyra surveyed her room. It was not, of course, the same room that she had inhabited prior to leaving Jordan College. That one had been small and functional, located in the servant quarters. This one was...magnificent. There was no other way to properly describe it. It was a scholar's room, given to her by the Master of Jordan College, despite the objections that rose from all quarters. The walls were a deep burgundy-red shade, with oak furnishings to match. A large fireplace lined one wall, and in it a huge fire burned away cheerily (A/N: I know they always burn cheerily, I just couldn't think of another word. Sorry). Another wall was lined completely with old tomes, faded with age. They were not, of course, Lyra's. They had belonged to the previous inhabitant, and the Master of Jordan College hadn't thought it necessary to remove them, yet.
In one corner of the room sat a large writing desk, which held only one item. Lyra's prized possession, the alethiometer, gleaming in soft light of the naphtha lamps that lit the room. And in the centre of the room, the crowning masterpiece that only served to increase the magnificence of the surroundings- a splendid four-poster bed, made of oak, curtained all round with drapes of burgundy velvet.
But what is this? The girl, Lyra, who sits on the bed, is crying. From the looks of it, sobbing her heart out. Her gaze is fixed on the alethiometer on the desk, and on the heavy books that she is supposed to use to relearn the art now lost to her. Unlike the alethiometer, the books are dumped unceremoniously on the floor; the pages of these precious manuals, once lovingly cared for, now permanently damaged and creased.
The girl, Lyra, lifts her hands to her face. Ferociously, she digs at her eyes, willing the tears to stop. "It's not fair, Pan, it's just not fair! We used to know this, we used to understand!"
"I know, Lyra, I know." Lyra's beloved daemon, Pantalaimon, jumps up to her on the edge of her bed, sliding to her neck, offering her all the comfort that his presence can give.
"Remember, Pan, we used it to save the world, all the universes once, but now, it won't even let me find out where he is, if he's still alive!" She has removed her hands from her eyes now, her sobs shortening to choking gasps of tears, and uses them to hold her daemon close to her, but this serves only to sharpen the memory of another whose body she held close to her once, and she once again begins to cry.
"Lyra, my dearest, I know that he is okay. Don't ask me how, Lyra, I just know it. I know that I would feel it if...if anything ever happened to him. Or to Kirjava"
She calms down slightly. She knows in her heart that what Pan says is true. The practical part of her, however, still demands the facts. She giggles slightly as Pan reaches up to her face, gently wiping away her tears. It tickles! She is just about to tell him how much she loves him, how happy she is that they will both be going to the school tomorrow and she will finally have a proper education, how glad she is that she still has him when all others have gone, when she is suddenly overcome by a feeling of nausea. She gets up, inadvertently throwing her daemon from her, and runs to one of the two doors in her room, leading to her bathroom. She opens it and runs straight to the toilet, bending over and retching. She continues till she feels weak, so weak and sick. But she can't control it. Once she is done, she sinks slowly to the floor, eyes half-shut, as her faithful Pantalaimon begins to clean her up. "Pan, oh Pan- I don't know what came over me." She whispers shakily. "Pantalaimon?" "Yes Lyra?" "I'm scared."
end of chapter
heeheehee, dontcha just love me for never seeming to finish a chapter properly? :P
anyways, I hope you like it. The next chapter is also going to be set in Lyra's Oxford, because I seem to be finding it easier to write it her POV for the moment. Will update sooner than I did last time, I promise. Bye for now. And remember, the moral of the story is...
REVIEW!!!!!