A/N: Hi sorry you had to wait forever for this upload. This is only half the chapter so it's not very long, i was gonna finish it today, but im meant to be revising for my Philosophy exam, but i wanted to upload something for you guys, so here it is. Hope you enjoy :) please review
Sian xxx :D
Chapter two
I watched as he reached to touch the side of the silver rope in the sky. His hand slipped between the two shimmering strands and seemed to disappear, bringing it back into our reality he turned to look at me. The smile that was painted across his face quickly changed to one of worry and confusion as he saw my expression. How was it not still broken? Is it safe to step through? I looked down at the knife in his hand and then back to the opening he had created and finally into his eyes.
Lyra rolled over in bed as she felt the cool breeze on the back of her neck. Had I left the window open all night? She thought to herself. Half turning back over to the window, it was indeed open.
"Pan did you open the window in the night?" Lyra groaned as she rolled onto her back and pulled the covers up over her face, to shield from the glare of the sun though the open window. There was no answer from her daemon. "Pan?"
Sitting up in bed, her eyes scanned around the room. Pan was nowhere to be seen. With one last quick glance around the room she reached for the phone on the bed side table and dialled the only number she knew from memory.
"Hello. Is he there? Thank you. Why you always in the library this early? No don't worry I will come to you. I'm fine. Pan's gone. I'll tell you all about it when I get down there. Bye"
After putting down the phone her skinny, ivory legs swung off the bed and carried her across the room to the dresser. Lyra never really cared what she wore, most of her clothes were for convenience more than fashion so she threw on the first thing she found. A dark green shirt and a knee length tweed skirt, although during her time with Will she had started wearing trousers since her return to her own world the idea of wearing them just seemed wrong. After a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair wasn't a complete mess she grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
The library smelled the same as it had since she was a child, the familiar musky sent that seemed almost comforting to Lyra. As with general custom in libraries the large, expansive room was very quiet, with just the odd rustling of paper or a coughing breaking the silence. She quickly made her way along the rows of tall cases filled with old dusty books. And finally at the back of the room she found who she was looking for. Tucked away at a table in the corner sat Arren Cole, a student at the university in his final year and Lyra's best friend. He was easily recognisable from behind due to his nest of scruffy strawberry blonde hair. Lyra pulled up a chair next to him as he continued to scribble across his page.
"I'm nearly finished I promise, just one more paragraph" he quickly turned to smile at her then his eyes diverted back to his page of notes.
"It's all right" she tried to hide the sadness from her voice. The pen paused, hovering above the page until he set it down on the table. His face turned back to her and their eyes met.
"I think we need some tea" he stood to gather up his things and shoved them into his bag. Lyra a stayed sitting fiddling with a piece of scrap paper, tryign to smooth out the wrinkles with the fingertips. Arren gentle placed a hand on her wrist and took the paper out of her hand "I think Brown's will be open" he threw her a friendly smile "You can tell me all about it there."
Lyra sat down at the table in the far corner of the small café. She watched as Arren ordered from the counter. His weak attempt to flirt with the waitress was an embarrassing sight even from across the small café, he was leaning back against the counter as the young waitress got their order ready. Every now and then he would run his hands through his hair and shift his balance onto the other foot. When she bought the tray to the counter a flashed her an attempt at a sexy smile, but it turned into a creepy smirk, Lyra giggle into her hand as she leaned against the table. Completely ignoring his feeble advances she told him the amount of the bill and Arren eventually gave up and bought the tray over to Lyra. Upon it was what could be described as their 'usual' in Brown's, Tea for two, a slice of short bread and a toasted tea cake. She watched as he took a knife and split the short bread in two and put on slice on her plate.
"So why has Pan gone?"