A/N: So uhm. Here it is haha. I hope you like it. It's supposed to be longer but I just felt like it doesn't fit. But yeah.. here it is! :D I hope you like it! Leave a comment maybe if you have time pips.
Chapter One: Lyra
March 10, 1962
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4:03 pm
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The girl giggled as she ran around the garden. Small bare feet clumsily trying to go as fast as they can to get as far away from her as possible. Minty knew that the girl was doing it because she knew it was almost time to go in. She couldn't help but smile.
"Catch me Minty, Catch me!" The little girl exclaimed.
"Okay, get ready then!" she paused for a bit before play running to her charge, making monster noises as she went. The girl's eyes widened; a delighted squeal escapes her as she ran again.
Minty couldn't help smiling wider.
She remembers the first day she saw Lyra. A mere three days old babe wrapped a gray cotton baby blanket. She had looked up to see the face of the one someone she loved, loved and her heart broke just a little bit more at that moment. She wasn't there when it happened and it will haunt her for the rest of her life.
She was just an elf and had lived nearly 5 decades now. She's been serving ever since she reached the age when she can be of service. She liked it. The feeling of being needed and the feeling that she was helping.
She had served her previous Mistress since she was a babe and her Lady had treated her like family and so, when she was asked to take care of Lyra, she didn't even hesitate.
"Be careful! We can't have you wounded now of all times, it's your birthday tomorrow! Aren't you tired yet Lyra?" She asked as she watched as the girl turned her attention to a butterfly heading for the sunflowers.
"Nope!" Blue eyes looked at her for a bit, gave her a cheeky smile, and then proceeded to run after the purple insect.
She's seen a lot of babies in her life. Have personally had a hand in the care of three others before Lyra and she could say without any doubt that Lyra is much, much more advanced than a normal baby.
She stood there staring after the girl.
The baby.
Lyra never really acted like one. She was too well-spoken. Not even a year old and she could already run as she does now. She can feel that some of it are magic too, helping her move.
She's never seen anything like it before. When she speaks, Lyra understands.
She knew it wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Lyra was special. She knows it.
She was 4 months old when she first said no. She was trying to feed her then and the girl took one bite of the food and didn't like it. The next bite… she said had said no. Now that might be her imagination, but when she finally gave up and looked for another food to feed her, a strawberry this time, the girl nodded, looked at her in the eye, and said yes.
A month after that, she was already saying things like 'ban'na pwease' and 'no rapbewy'. Minty didn't know how it was possible. She didn't really care either.
She doesn't know why but she feels like it's better if she keeps it to herself and so that's what she did. She doesn't say one word about it. She promised to protect this girl with her life and these were dangerous times.
A giggle was heard as the girl tumbled down after she jumped, in an attempt to catch the butterfly. Misty could see the smile on the little girl's face as she stands up again.
'She looks just like her mother.'
And she does. She really does.
From the shape of her eyes to her nose and her face itself. It was all Calla's.
Calla's built too, most probably. An exact replica of the baby she once took care of a long time ago.
Beautiful.
Thick white-silver hair, loose curls framing the cherubic face. Rosy cheeks and pink lips, almond-shaped eyes, and perfectly shaped brows. She was her mother's daughter alright.
If only Calla was here to see.
There was a tug in her heart at the thought. Beautiful, kind Calla. Calla who was once a baby she was taking care of. Calla, who eventually became her friend and family. Calla, who would be so happy to see her little girl. Calla, who would demand Misty's word that she would protect her child.
Calla who wasn't here anymore.
A flash of brilliant blue was seen. The child looked at her for a moment, checking for her presence, before returning to her current adventure.
It was enough for Minty to remember she was her father's daughter too.
She doesn't really know the boy… well… man, really. But Calla had loved him. Had told stories of him. He made Calla happy and that alone had made her respect him.
She worries about the future though. Of when it will become necessary for Lyra to go back.
Back to that house with her father and his wife and his three other daughters.
She would do her best to prepare her little lady for that.
"Minty! Look, look! It's a caterpillar this time!"
"Really? Where?" She walked towards her and the girl grabbed her hand in excitement. She smiled.
One thing was for sure though… she would stay on her now lady's side no matter what happens.
"Oh, it really is a Caterpillar. Well done, Lyra!"
She owes it to Calla.
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5:39 am
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She can't say when exactly she started remembering things but she knew that it was just always there. It didn't come to her all at once but she always just knew that there was a time that she was another person.
A girl. With curly black hair and green eyes. She was petite, olive-skinned, and had freckles on her face. She loved sports, music, and playing instruments. She didn't have a mother or a father but all things considered, she did well. She lived till she was 21 years old and then she died.
She remembers how it happened. She prefers not to think about it.
But all the understanding of what was happening came when she was already a year old. Before that… it was like she wasn't fully conscious yet. There but not there. Can think but can't understand. She didn't feel stuck though.
It just… was.
To be honest, she was lucky that consciousness was granted to her when she was already a year old. Old enough to walk, albeit clumsily. Old enough to speak. Old enough to do things. Things that may make Minty think she's unnatural or prodigious but at least she's not stuck in a barely moving body.
If so, she might end up losing her mind out of boredom.
One month after she turned one, she was already trying to write. Clumsy fingers holding a quill of all things. Of course, it didn't end well. Most of the time it ended with her spilling ink everywhere. It was hard enough to try to write when you have baby arms but it became harder because of the fact that she has never in her life used a quill before.
A quill. Not a pencil. Or a pen. A Quill.
The day that everything clicked into place in her head was her birthday. It was sometime at dawn when it happened. She woke up and then she was just… there. And she understands.
It was quite confusing because there was so much information in her head. Information that the adult part of her was taking in about this life while she wasn't fully conscious yet. Information that in normal circumstances, would have made her lose her shit. But these weren't normal circumstances because as she said before, in the first year of her life here, she was present but also not.
Some part of her wanted to feel shocked, to feel frightened, to feel panicked, to scream bloody murder, but some part of her has also accepted it and had began to think of all of this as her new normal.
It wasn't just the whole reincarnation thing.
It was also the elf that was her nanny.
It was also that same elf that can make her float.
It was the moving pictures in the living room that waved and smiled at her.
It was the realization that it was just two of them in that house.
It was the understanding that this was a different time period.
It was the fact that she got reincarnated in a different world.
It was the certainty that she has done magic before and she can do it again.
So yeah. She was feeling conflicted. One part of her is already situated and the other still has no idea what to think. But she has always been a person that just goes on with the flow. She was never uncaring, but she accepts things very easily, as long as it is within reason.
So later that day, when the elf called Minty smiled at her, a small birthday cake on her hands and singing her a happy birthday, she smiled back.
She was here. Alive and breathing again. It would take time for her to completely come in terms with what was happening… but she'll get there. She always does.
Oh… and her name here was Lyra.
A/N: imma end it here for now haha. This kinda came out as like an extended prologue haha but ehh.. I thought it was necessary to put in. Hope you like it still! Comment what you think! It was a joy when I saw one had already haha. Thanks for the comment Vienna22!
