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Chapter two part two

"We had a fight. Well it wasn't even a proper fight, but there's been tension there between us for weeks" Lyra stirred milk into her tea and then began fiddling with a sugar cube from the bowl on the table.

"Why has there been tension? I know you two don't always see eye to eye, but I wouldn't of thought he would put you in danger by just leaving. What if someone noticed you don't have a dæmon?" he sounded more worried than Lyra although this was always the dynamic of their relationship, he being the nervous, awkward type, her normally being the self confident and out going sort. But in recent weeks she had change, retreated into her shell and Arren had noticed.

"I've been having dreams, and of course he has the same dreams" her mind seemed to wonder, remembering the figure in those dreams.

"But he can't be mad about what's in your dreams, you don't consciously control them. The whole point is that they are part of your subconscious. Lyra. Lyra are listening to me?" He started waving a hand in front of her face bringing her back to reality.

"Sorry, sorry Arren. What were we saying?"

"Your having dreams and that's why Pan is angry with you." he paused and watched as she remembered that last few minutes and nodded for him to continue. "But I don't understand why they would make him so angry with you?" He stared at her waiting for the reply.

"I think about him all the time, its bad enough during the day, but I think now that I dream about him as well, I was just too much for Pan. Although I know there is a part of Pan that loves him as well but we are more separate than most people and their dæmon, He's got past it whereas I'm still holding on." She stared into her tea, as if she had asked it her fortune and was waiting for it's answer.

"When you say him, I assume you mean Will?" Of course she had told Arren everything. The most important time in her life, that seemed so long ago now. But there are moments, a bit like Déjà vu, when she could smell Iorek's fur or feel Will's hand on her shoulder. Only a split second, then she would be back, standing still in a busy street or holding up the que at the market. It had been happening more often in the past months.

"Yes. For years I only went to our bench on mid summers day, but in the last few months it feels like I'm being drawn there, and the dreams. They seem so vivid, so real. I could feel the wind coming from the gap in the world, the heat radiating from his body, his hand, rough to the touch." again his face retuned to the for front of her mind, making forget even her self.

Arren watched as her eyes seemed to glaze over, this time her let her have this moment. His dæmon jumped up from his lap onto the table. Her name was Alayna, a Netherland Dwarf rabbit. Her fur was a similar colour to Arren's messy head of hair, but much shorter and controlled. Lyra watched Alayna move around the table nibbling at Arren's slice of shortbread.

"You little minx" he tickled her between the ears. This loving action between human and dæmon made her miss Pan more. Although they fought, he was still her best friend, part of her. She felt her heart ache a little, a distant memory from the time she thought it was being ripped from her after leaving Pan on the pier when entering the world of the dead.

She broke her silence "I think the dreams mean something."

"Well of course they do Lyra, all dreams mean SOMETHING. What do you think they mean?" he continued to stroke Alayna's fur.

"I think they are a warning, some sort of for-shadowing of events to come. But when I consider it rationally they can be, there are things in these dreams that just can not happen." She began playing with another sugar cube and left Arren to consider her interpretation.

"Maybe...no...umm. I'm not really an expert on all this, analysing dreams I mean. Perhaps you should see someone who knows what they are talking about, they could help you to understand all this?"

"They will think I'm mad, parallel worlds, people without dæmons. You were hard enough to convince I don't think I could do it again." she seemed defeated, like she was accepting the fact that it was her mind forcing her to remember and never forget the one thing she could never have again. Arren was concerned, he had never seen Lyra like this.

"They don't have to completely believe you, to them they are just dreams. It can't hurt Lyra, all you can do it try" he touched her hand to try and comfort her, it seemed to help.

"Okay, I guess your right, it can't help to try. Do you have a number for anyone?"

His free hand cupped my face and thumb stroked my check. This seemed to calm me for now, but I still had so many questions. He could tell, he seemed to sense it from the look in my eyes "Later Lyra, everything will be explained later" then he smiled. I trusted him, love made sure of that. He took my hand and began to lead me through the gap in the world.

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