Divorce, a creation for those who can't stand what true love really is? Or is it our way of telling the powers above that true love has no meaning. Love is a feeling of joy and power, but divorce is the work of the devil. This proves that there is no true love left in the world or that we have not learned to love…would you really get rid of your true love?
Lyra's world
"Lyra? Lyra, wake up. The voice spoke gently to her, and Lyra roused herself, thinking for an instant that perhaps it was Will calling her. Unfortunately she was mistaken, for when she opened her eyes it was David who was staring down at her, cupping her face in his soft, dark hands.
"Lyra, come on, we've got to get you warm again. You're freezing away out here." Lyra stood up and pushed him away roughly.
"No David, you're wrong. I've done this many a time before; to me this is like nothing special. It's only you who seems to have a problem with being outside in the cold."
"This isn't cold." He grunted. "Lyra, wake up and smell the frozen fish. This is the middle of an arctic winter. I don't get what you're doing out here." He tried to pull her to him, but she pushed him away, suddenly realising how absurd the whole thing was. Because he was right, she was in the middle of no-where, somewhere towards the arctic, but it was no big deal to her. What bothered her was that he had followed her to the arctic even after she'd left the letter telling him what was happening.
"Come on," he moaned, and tried to pull her away. "You're a bit delusional, that's what's wrong. And I can understand why, too. I asked around Oxford after you left, it must have been two weeks ago now, and I found out the truth about your friend. He was killed on the ice above Svalbard, just like you claimed from the start, and you never took his body back. After that you disappeared for a while, and when you came back you had changed, apparently for the worse. Ever since then you've been on about a boy who could have existed or could have not existed, and the only person anyone can think it could be was Roger, the kitchen boy who was taken by those Gobbler people a few years back."
Lyra glared at him, giving him her best angry face. "William Parry is no fictional Character." She hissed. "He's my best friend and I love him with all my heart. That's why I'm going to find him, and you shouldn't have followed me. We didn't want you to come, I thought I made that clear in my letter."
David frowned, trying to remember, and then it seemed to click in him mind.
"Oh yea Lyra, some letter. What was it, 'My heart will always belong to the boy I told you about before.' 'I'm going to find my long-lost-love.' Oh yea, I'm just going to feel great about that aren't I!"
"So, why did you follow us then? I told you in my letter, I could only ever love you like a brother. I thought you'd take that as I didn't want you to follow me."
"I couldn't take it like that. Neither could Claskinda, and she's my daemon so it would have killed me to break her heart. I love you Lyra, and Claskinda loves Pan, why can't you seem to see that?"
"Oh, I see it." Lyra growled. "I see that you both believe you love us so that we can never feel good going back to Will, and I see that you have never wanted me to be happy. I wish I had seen it before, but I couldn't see it because I was blind to all your wrongs. I believed you to be like Will, and so I trusted you, but as I knew you better and better I could see that I'd made a mistake, and ever since then I've been regretting my decision." Lyra hated herself for saying these things, but she felt that if she was ever to get away from the young man who had attached himself to her so obediently she was going to have to be harsh.
"That's not true Lyra." He cried. "How can you say so many things about me, you know its' not true, you know I love you for who you are." He fell silent and looked at Lyra for a second, but she gave him a look that forced him to continue.
"And anyway, it's you who is in the wrong, you're the one who has just said that you only went out with me because I reminded you of your ex. If that isn't shallow or wrong then I don't know what is!"
"I know that was wrong." Lyra replied. "But if you knew what it was to love someone as much as I love Will then you would understand too. It's not a hard thing to understand when you've felt the touch of the person you most love. He was the person who settled my daemon, we have a special connection."
"Oh." Said David; resigning himself to the fact that he had now lost Lyra for good, now that he knew that it had been the boy she was running off to join who had settled Pantalaimon. "I understand now that I could never take the place of this boy, whoever he is, but I wish with all my heart that I could have." Lyra frowned, neither impressed or amused by his pleading.
"Yea, well. You can't, so get lost." She got up from the ground, gathered her pack and walked away into the gathering dawn. Behind her David stood and stared for several minutes, watching as the back of the worlds most stubborn girl/woman disappeared into the distance.
Will's World
in their world Will and Mary were standing beside a grove of large trees, their tops seeming to brush the skies but dwarfed in comparison to the wheel pod trees of the Mulfea. Mary looked at Will, and he understood immediately what she was going to say, it was what came of spending a large amount of time in each others company and sharing some life changing experiences.
"This goodbye then?" Will asked, and Mary nodded.
"Yes." She replied. "I've come this far, and it's further than I expected. It's time for me to find somewhere to settle down."
"You're not coming as far as the world of the Mulfea then?" He asked.
"No." She replied. "The angels have promised to protect you and Lyra and your daemons, but they made no such promise to me. I cannot come with you, because although I would love with all my heart to meet with my friends the Mulfea again I would prefer to live with them when I was in good health."
"I understand. But… What if I left a window open for you?"
"It would not work, or else you and Lyra would have left a window for you both to use. You know that in your heart, I know you do." she reached out and took his hand in hers, willing some of her energy into the young adult she had grown to love like a son. He nodded.
"Yea, I suppose. I don't know, I suppose it's just that I want you to be happy, you know, after everything you've done for me since mom."
"Don't mention it." Mary frowned at him.
"I've told you more than enough times, I don't want to hear it. what I did for you I did to thank you for introducing me to travelling, and its me who should be thanking you to that." She smiled at him, and he felt a tear coming to his eye. Will hated saying good-byes, but most of the main parts in his life seemed to involve a goodbye. There was the time when he started travelling, when he said goodbye to his mother, and the time at the end of his travels when he said goodbye to Lyra. Then he had said goodbye to his mother and now the next closest thing to a mother he had ever known, his dear friend Mary Malone.
Mary hugged him to her closely, and he was enveloped in the warm smell he knew so well.
"Goodbye, Will." She whispered. "Look after yourself, and tell Lyra I said hello." He hugged her back, and smiled gently through his tears.
"I will, don't worry. And anyway, it's not really goodbye. We've got all eternity after to be together, and you'll get to talk to Lyra then too." she hugged him at that, and then pushed him through the window he had just opened. From her side of the window as she watched as the young man who she knew so well walked away into the haze, and swore she nearly saw him wipe away a tear as he turned back to wave.
Okay, so now I've done chapter ten. I thought I'd make Mary and Will going there separate ways kind of sad, but I didn't do it very well. Next chapter tomorrow or the next day or whenever, because my parents now have no control over whether or not I update! Yay! Anyways, reviews appreciated as always, love and peace, Stargazing Maiden.