I look and I see, and I see and I look, but still I do not understand. I lost my love, and it killed me, but I see people who claim to have their hearts broken and the go about their normal lives. It's said to be wrong to love someone who is the same sex as you, or who doesn't look like you, but who are we to say what is right or wrong?
The life of Mary Malone had not been easy. Although she had friends she hadn't felt comfortable in her own world for many years since she had returned from travelling. She found it hard to accept that she was back and kept looking around for the signs of the Mulfea who were her friends. She didn't speak to many people and was often to be found out in her back garden in the suburbs of Oxford tending the small shunted trees she grew with special care. She spent her days working in silence in a small office in the city centre and would only speak when spoken to. Her only friend was a boy young enough to be her son called William Parry.
It wasn't that Mary minded being alone, in many ways it was relaxing, but you had to admit that it was a big change after doing everything with other people. She was decided now that she made a mistake when it came to leaving the Mulfea, but also that she would never go back. Will often talked about finding a way to return to Lyra and get her back to the Mulfea but she knew it would never be so. Her time was finished and returning to the Mulfea and her friends would just bring even more pain. She didn't have any way of knowing what was happening there, and apart from the feeling of terrible sadness over the summer she had felt nothing to tell her what was going on. Truth be told she didn't even know if that feeling had anything to do with the Mulfea, but deep in her heart she believed the two worlds to be connected and her the connecting piece in the puzzle.
The Wheel-Pod seeds she had been given on her last day with the Mulfea had flourished in the air, and although they were no-where near as high as they would eventually grow to it was clear that they were doing very well. Mary often felt that they were growing disappointingly slow but Will was always quick to point out that in their own world they lived for many hundreds of years. She valued his friendship as much for those small words of counselling that anything else.
Mary had named her Daemon too, and she now saw him constantly without trying. His name was Mazzura, and now that she knew him she could hardly imagine how she had managed without his help in everyday life. There were definitely plus sides to how the people in Lyra's world had developed, and she could see now that although they had electricity and cars they were the loneliest of all worlds. For the Mulfea they always worked in pairs, and for Lyra and her friends they always had their daemons to talk to, and other worlds had dragonflies and deaths and many other forms of company that was with them at all times. She wondered often about how their world was different and the summer she returned home had began compiling a book about the differences between the worlds, although looking at it from the views of her world and how lonely it was so as not to raise suspicion. She had managed to get the book published though it had not gone very far in the charts, not even reaching the best-sellers lists in oxford, let alone the rest of Britain. There were roomers that it was doing well in Ireland but there was no proof and Mary felt that jetting off to some other country to follow a roomer was a waste at this time. The trees needed her constant care if they were going to do well, and making them do well was what she had now dedicated her life too.
She hadn't given up the idea of travelling totally though, and was ready to go out in any direction at any time, but there had to be a good reason and something to do with a boring pass time was not worth it.
Stargazing Maiden would like to apologise for the crappy and confusing chapter, and point out to anyone who didn't notice from reading this that the extracts at the beginning of each chapter are supposed to come from the book Mary wrote. Thanks, any reviews appreciated…S xxx
I am also aware that this chapter is short, but I had serious problems with it. love and peace.