Author's Notes- (Wierd, I wrote this chapter in paragraph form, with tabs and what-not, but when I uploaded it, it wasn't right, even after I fixed it in the quick edit, it went back to this wierd form.) I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in the past few weeks, I couldn't use my computer for a lot of the time, and I've been playing Starwars Galaxies a lot. I wrote this chapter on paper and am just now copying it onto the computer. You might be reading this almost a week after I actually wrote it because I'm trying to copy this chapter down in less than thirty minutes. And after that I'm gone. I'm amazed I've gotten so many good reviews so, thanks all, for all the support. And now the most anticipated... Chapter 6 Part 2 Huurrrrayyy!!!! Oh and this is Part 2 so don't expect it to be long.

Review Response- I got a few reviews that didn't seem like most of the reviews that just said 'I like it.' In different variances and extremities, don't get me wrong I love those kinds of reviews : ), but I got a few different ones lately.

ladyevenstar- The purpose of Chapter 7 is beyond our mortal minds to comprehend, in other words, wait a few chapters.

Ceres Wunderkin/Katty Engles- I understand both of your points here, so I'll try to satisfy both. I always thought I didn't have enough little details and maybe I went a bit overboard for this, but whatever. (And I won't bite your head off...... or will I?)

Chapter 6 (Part 2)

Paranoia

Lyra gasped

OMG! Lyra's alive YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Although I didn't get any bad reviews about 'killing Lyra off', did you people think that dead people could just rip something out of their heart and live again? Sheesh... seriously consult a therapist if you thought that. I'm not a happy-go-lucky kinda guy, expect dark changes in the way you think Muhahahah!!!!

As the blood from her wound soaked her clothes, her eyes were closed and she wondered if pain this immense could simply not be felt instantly.

She lay there on her knees for awhile longer, before finally opening her eyes to the dark alleyway, and nearly choked in surprise. She stood up on wobbly knees threatening to give way at any moment.

Her kidnapper lay motionless, face down in the debris that littered the alley. Her hands crept up to her breast to where she expected the dagger to be logged.

Nothing.

She nervously looked down and her eyes scanned over her front.

Nothing.

Then, Lyra thought, who- whose blood is it?

She walked slowly and cautiously to the still form lying limp. It took some effort, but she managed to flip it over. She gasped again and took a step back. An arrow had been driven, almost up to the flights, within the man's heart, blood still flowing freely.

Lyra looked subconsciously looked around the alley, seeing nothing she looked up around the tops of buildings lining the sides of the alley.

A light thud behind her had her spinning quickly on her heels, hearting beating painfully against her chest.

There was a tall women standing there, clothed in black silk, and holding, in one hand, a bow, and in the other a long branch of what Lyra expected to be pine. Her heart leapt, a witch had saved her! Maybe she was from Serrefina's Clan, or maybe even Serrefina herself!

"Greetings, Lyra Silvertongue!" A familiar voice hailed.

"Serrefina Peckala!" Lyra laughed in surprise and happiness, the first time in almost a year. She ran out to embrace the witch, oblivious to her blood soaked clothing. "If you had come only a second later, I may've died. I'm so glad you're here!" Lyra remembered how the priest had stalled, and shivered at how close to death she had come.

"I'm sorry our meeting can not be a joyous one," she said sadly. "Several of my scouts have reported a certain angel, female, that seems to have taken an interest in you, and seems to be relaying information between two worlds..."

Lyra's curiosity was aroused, "Do you know which ones?"

"Yes... yours and... Will's."

"But you said this could not be a joyous meeting, this is great news! She might know him!"

The witch shook her head, "I thought the same, Lyra, so I asked her on her latest trip, she just shook her head and flew away back to Will's world through an invisible gateway."

"Oh..." Lyra's disappointment was obvious in her tone of voice. "But who was..." She gestured to the body lying down on the ground.

The witch looked past Lyra to the man she'd slain, "A remnant of the church seeking to complete what his brother had not, possibly hired by the angel, but it doesn't matter now, you're safe."

"I figured..." The thought that there were still men out there seeking her death shook her up.

"Lyra dear, you don't look at all well."

And she wasn't, her stomach retched and she suddenly became violently sick. This was turning out to be a bad day.

Ending Author's Notes- Indeed, I started writing this on paper a few weeks before I'm writing this, I was having trouble, and Chapter 9 is coming on its way as well. And I said I'm not a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, I'm still not, I was thinking of killing Lyra off anyway and laughing as people started actually getting angry, but I never did say who died in the alley.