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by destinyangel Disclaimer: I don’t own the trilogy, obviously enough. :-) Lyra wandered aimlessly along the Jordan streets. She desperately wanted to be with Will, but she knew that right now that couldn’t be helped. Pantalaimon trotted along beside her, sharing her pain. Lyra wondered where she should go. “Should we go back to Jordan College, Pan?” she asked. “Definitely not. Either everyone would be prying or would ignore us, both of which I know you can’t stand.” Pan responded. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Oh, if only the alethiometer were working! Why oh why did it have to be powered by my naivety?” “Why don’t we take it to –“ Pantalaimon went silent. Mary was in Will’s world. What were they going to do? ******** Will buried his face in his hands. It was all so painful, to be without Lyra. She had been his world, his one saving grace. He was just confused. He wished they hadn’t closed the holes. He knew they had to, but…. “Penny for your thoughts?” Mary Malone sat on the bench next to him. “Even though I already know what you’re thinking.” She smiled down at him gently, like his mom used to. “I miss her so much! I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed into her hug. “I know, I know. Shh, shh…. It’s okay,” she whispered. “Don’t let your mother see you like this, though. She may have some problems, but I don’t doubt she still has her motherly instinct alive and well.” “ I know,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “Do you know what happened between us? Everything?” “I have a good idea,” she said, smiling, and Will could not resist smiling back. He remembered vividly the look in Lyra’s eyes as she fed him that little red fruit – and tears came back to his eyes. He stood up, though, dry-eyed, and accompanied Mary down the street to his house. *******
Serafina Pekkala looked closely at the glittering thing in her hand. It
looked like it might have come from Mary’s spyglass, and except it was clear.
She pocketed and flew home to begin casting it in gold. It confused her. She had
lived her for a very long time and had never seen anything like the crystal drop
that now lay in her pocket. What did it mean?
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