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Chapter 2

"Ahhhhhhhhh," She yawned, chucking the blankets off of her. She moved her neck from side to side getting rid of the kinks from sleep. Today was the last day of her part-time job at the museum. She was both excited and sad because she really liked her job, but she needed to spend more time studying to finish her schooling to become a Historian. She always felt like she was an old soul living in a modern world so when she started learning about the past something in her purred happily.

She had a quick shower and put on her clothes. She paused before putting on her shirt, looking down at the mark on her left breast that was right above her heart. It looked somewhat like a Celtic knot with all its swirls and twirls but it was nothing she had ever seen before. Her mother insisted it was a birthmark but she didn't believe her. In her 21 years, it didn't fade as some birthmarks do. She shrugged, no point in worrying about something that didn't really matter.

She pulled her long black hair up in a ponytail high atop her head. She had a pretty face which her mother always told her that she could forget about learning history and get into modeling. She just laughed at her saying she wasn't the egotistical type. She went down sans makeup. She rarely used it unless it was a night out. She had naturally long, thick eyelashes that surrounded her sea-blue eyes and her lips held a natural red hue.

She ran down the stairs and grabbed the toast that just popped up. "Ouch, hot." She said, dancing the toast between her fingers.

Her mother laughed at her. "Of course it is sweetie."

The daughter sat down at the breakfast table where there was already an array of breakfast foods. "Looks delicious mom."

"Thanks, Lyra." Her mom sat down in front of her. Lyra looked at her mom, now if she wasn't so committed to being a housewife, her mother would've made a great model too. Her looks were more refined with age and were sharper than her own. She got most of her looks from her mother but got her wavy black hair from her father. He was also a handsome man with sharp features, he worked as a police commissioner and

loved his job.

"It is your last day at work right?" Her mom asked filling her plate.

"Yeah," Lyra said, thinking about the opening of a new exhibit today.

"Hey, Lyra?" Her mom said to get her full attention.

"Yeah, mom?" Lyra said putting a forkful of eggs into her mouth. Her mother looked serious.

"You know your father I and love you very much right?"

Lyra almost choked on her food. "O-Of course I do mom. What is this about?"

"Nothing Hunny, I just wanted to make sure that you knew that you are our world. Even if we aren't around know that we will always be in your heart." Lyra nodded to her mother. Everyone once in a while her mother would say things like this. She had been doing it for as long as she could remember but her mother began to say it almost weekly since she turned 21. The first time she asked her mother if she was going somewhere. The next time she asked her mother if she or her dad were sick. Since then it would always catch her off guard and make her feel a bit uncomfortable.

" I love you too mom," Lyra said breaking eye contact a bit. Her mother smiled at her and watched her finish the rest of her food.

Lyra looked at her watch. "Shoot, I have to get going, mom." Lyra quickly got up from her chair and grabbed her pack. "I'll see you later."

"Bye honey. I love you." Her mother waved to her as she went out the door.

What Lyra didn't see was her mother sitting back down and shedding a tear.

Lyra went into her car and headed to work. Working at a museum was such a rewarding job in her opinion. Being the history buff she is, she had the opportunity to see some of the artifacts that she read about. She pulled into her usual parking spot and noticed the new banner that hung from the building. The new exhibit was featuring artifacts from the Sengoku jidai. The warring states period was extremely fascinating to her and she loved learning about the period in Japanese history that was marked by social upheaval, political intrigue, and near-constant military conflict. To be honest she was a bit of a weapons enthusiast. Even though she didn't own any of her own, she has spent many hours learning about them and drooling over the ones she saw in the museum.

She quickly headed in and changed into the provided uniform which consisted of a black pencil skirt that went to her knees. Black flats since they were more practical than heels having to walk around all day. She wore a dark red vest with a white blouse underneath. Normally her job was to help direct anyone that may be lost or looking for a specific exhibit. But today she was assigned to the new exhibit since there would be a larger crowd visiting the area.

Lyra was super excited to see it. She hadn't been able to look yet since it had been closed for the renovations. But she knew what was there since she was given a booklet to study from so she knew what artifacts were being exhibited.

When she goes into a new exhibit for the first time she always cherishes the moment. She wanted to go in and get a quick overview of the room before guests arrived. This one she was going to take in slowly. As she entered her initial view was that of armour. Then she saw collections of pottery and other household tools. Lastly, glad the curators set it up this way, were the weapons. Glass cases were displaying beautiful weapons of all kinds. There were various lances, spears, and halberds. There were also crossbows and swords. She wished she could hold them all just for a second.

A glint of light flashed in her eye, distracting her from the crossbow in front of her. The light from the sun was refracting off an old sword. No glass case was covering this one as the sheet seemed to be rusted on. As she laid eyes on the hilt and pommel something within Lyra stirred. Her heartbeat became erratic and she clenched her clothing above her heart. Her desire to touch the sword was so great. Though it was very much frowned upon. She began to sweat, holding herself back from grabbing it. She felt like she was princess Aurora who was drawn to the spinning wheel and pricked her finger. But nothing would happen if she touched the sword, right? A trembling hand began to reach forward. She could no longer help herself. She quickly looked around her. No one was in the room yet since it was still early.

One little touch wouldn't hurt, right? She reasoned with herself. Tentatively she reached out and grabbed it. Suddenly her heartbeat went loud in her ears and it felt as if her blood was on fire. Next thing she knew she saw blackness.

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