The Story Of Lyra Silvertongue

Chap 1: A Fatal Mistake

Lyra looked desperately around her, like she was trying to find someone. She was confused. She was at the bench in the botanic garden but Will wasn't. Suddenly she felt a ghostly tingle on her hand and sighed. He was here. She reached for where she hoped his face was and kissed him. She had guessed right, she knew, when she felt his soft lips touch hers. They weren't really there of course, but there was a certain feeling you got, like touching a spector, but a thousand times better. She smiled. She could be happy right now.

"Will," she whispered knowing he couldn't here her, "I love you. I love you with my whole heart."

She wished she could be there in his world, right there, sitting next to him. But for now this was good enough. Or, at least, as good as it could be. She had tried so hard to use the Alethiometer but was getting nowhere. She had refused to go to that snobby school for girls. She wouldn't be able to handle that life after all her adventures. She'd stayed an entire summer with Iorek in Svalbard, and had enjoyed every minute of it. Unless she was thinking of Will, which happened a lot.

She couldn't help it. As far as she was concerned Will was her everything. The only thing she would ever need in her life. But she couldn't have him. She knew Pan thought about Kirjava as well. Although they weren't as close as they had been, she could still nearly read his thoughts.

She didn't care what anyone said. She was going to find a way to her Will, even if it took a lifetime. She had to see his smile, feel his touch, and taste his kiss again or she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

A lot of times she found herself thinking, why me, of all girls that had to do what I did and see what I saw, why me? But she was glad she had suffered through those terrible trials. If she hadn't she never would have met Will. And as people say it's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. She used to think that was the dumbest cliché she'd ever heard, but now she knew it was true.

Although they'd only promised each other an hour they both stayed all day. As the sun sank into the horizon she knew she had to leave. She kissed Will one more time and left. She wasn't happy anymore. Her heart was heavy and she felt great loss yank at her heart once again. She sulked back to Jordan and cried herself to sleep.

She woke the next morning and dressed for work. She'd decided to make herself useful by finding a little job, where she could make a little money. She'd been hired to assist a horse trader at one of the horse fairs. She hated seeing the horses go, but they never stayed long enough to bond with anyway.

When she got there she checked in and grabbed some brushes. The horses had to look perfect so people would buy them. She kind of wished she could have a horse but always decided against it. She couldn't afford it. At the first stall a very ugly appaloosa/roan gelding with a funny head and short legs stood there. It upset her that no one had bought him after he'd been here for three weeks! He made up for his looks with a wonderful disposition, but no one would give him a chance. "Hey Joey. How are you this morning?"

She finished work and left at close to sunset. It had been a busy day and she was exhausted. She went to sleep but found that that wasn't any better.

***..."I'm hungry," Will said.

"Me too," said Lyra though she was feeling more than that, something subdued and pressing and half-happy and half-painful, so that she wasn't sure what it was.

They unfolded the cloth and ate some bread and cheese. For some reason their hands were slow and clumsy, and they hardly tasted the food, although the bread was floury and crisp from the hot baking stones, and the cheese was flaky and salty, and very fresh.

Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast-beating heart, she turned to him and said, "Will..."

And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.

She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. Her fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.

Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched...***

Lyra sat up in bed and her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't think about that right now, she wouldn't! She wouldn't let this get to her. She couldn't cry every time something happened; every time she saw a cherry or gold powder, or even stupid kitchen knives! Everything she saw reminded her of Will one way or another, true, but she couldn't let it take over her life like this.

She saw the sun was starting to come out and she decided to get an early start. Maybe she could relax. She got to the trader's tent and went to tend to the horses. A new horse stood in one of the empty stalls and she went in to see him. He was a cute little red horse but he was awfully dirty. She grabbed the brushes and got to work. She passed behind him to brush his other side—big mistake! His hind legs lashed out connecting with her head and sending her flying. As she crashed into the wall blackness took her over.