Look Onto Me: Chapter One
Midsummer's Day
By Crystle (Not Crystal nor Krystle nor Crystel but Crystle)
A fanfiction of Mr. Philip Pullman's best-selling His Dark Materials series
The day was surprisingly cold and brisk, and the wind whipped in Will's face despite he having long turned his collar as far up as it would go. Eyes casting around him, feet clad in thick boots, he trudged through the rain, his umbrella lying forgotten at home.
Kirjava padded along beside him, her gleaming fur glistening from the rain. With a sharp shake, she threw the droplets off like a dog and yawned.
"It's early, Will," she remarked, taking care to avoid the puddles lest she get wetter. "It's not even six o clock yet."
The dark haired boy shrugged. "It doesn't matter if we get there early," he replied, hefting his empty school bag over his shoulder. He'd told his mother he was going to school—left her a note more like, since she hadn't yet woken, and had had to take his bag in case she'd found it.
He reached the park before anyone else had even looked at it that day, and pushed open the creaky wrought iron fence, shining like the gate to heaven with its coat of dew and rain.
He'd memorized the path to the bench and reached it in seconds, sitting down and laying his bag beside him, where his daemon laid herself.
"And now," she said, softly, looking up fondly at the boy she shared her being with. "And now...we wait."
Kerstel didn't even stir when Lyra slipped silently out of bed and dressed. Pan moved ahead of her—checking the empty corridors for teachers patrolling the halls. When he came back in and whispered that all was clear, she followed him outside, gleefully running out the gate into the hazy morning light.
Pan leaped into her arms, and she welcomed his small weight snuggled against her heart.
A heart that read Will Will Will!
The iron gate creaked and protested as she pushed it open, the fog surrounding her almost delectable.
"Pan?" she called out quietly, reaching out her hands as she almost blindly walked through the park. The fog created wetness on her lashes and she blinked often, trying to find her way.
"Lyra?" her daemon replied, and she frowned because he seemed so far away...
"Pan, where are you? Come to me," she said, stumbling, still reaching out blindly into the puffy white fog. Finally, through the sounds of their voices, they found each other and moved on.
A light rain began falling, wetting Pantalaimon's snowy fur even as Lyra tried to cover him with her arms.
"Where are we, Pan?" she asked, blinking repeatedly.
Her daemon climbed up onto her shoulder, trying to become her second eyes and helping her see.
"We're almost there," he called down. "Listen to me--I'll direct you."
Will leaned back against the hard wood of the bench, absentmindedly stroking his daemon and closed his eyes. It had started raining again and he was getting wet. A voice probed the back of his mind—reminding him that he should have thought ahead and taken along with him an umbrella.
Kirjava purred next to him, her great lustrous fur dampening and becoming slick from the rain. Her deep rumbling began lulling her boy to sleep, and she found herself becoming tired too. There was still a connection there—even if it were not as strong as it had been before...
"Kirjava? Do you think she's there right now? Over in that 'nother Oxford? Do you think she's sitting right here?" he asked, drifting off into sleep.
His daemon nodded, tucking her head neatly into the long fur of her body. "Yes," she replied, firmly, "I'm sure she is."
I'm sorry it's so short again! But I've been very, very busy lately (dang school...) and I thought that you guys would rather have a nice, right-now, shorter chapter, than a very, very late longer one so....I really hope you enjoyed it! And yes, Look Onto Me does have a plot—it's just taking a while to develop...but I swear it exists....
Thank you all so much for your reviews—I seriously did not expect to get so many. It all makes me want to write more . So read and please do review! If you write at all, you know that writers write for three main reasons:
Because they enjoy reading and want to create their won story
Because if they don't, they'll start daydreaming in the middle of class and get in trouble with the teacher...(raises hand ;)
Because they want others to see and comment on the crap in their head!
So please, please review! I'll give you...um....(imaginary) peppermint 'cause it's almost Christmas! (not really....what am I saying...)
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