Lyra has just brought an injured man into the Cave where she stays with the other boarding other girls. The mysterious man has died and their healer seems to recognize him. Who is he and why does Miss Dale seem to know him?
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Previously in Part 1:
“Come in.” Miss Dale Called. She sat behind her small wooden table. The table seemed as if it might collapse at any second underneath its contents of paper and an oddly shaped bundle. Miss Dale watched me with her shrewd hazel eyes just behind her sharp protruding nose. Her lips were thinned, never a good sign. She indicated for me to sit. I sat and watched the candlelight dance on the Cave walls.
“Lyra, do you know who that man was?” She asked me immediately, not one for small talk. I just shook my head in mute reply. She nodded and leaned back in her chair. “That man just so happens to be the one who brought you to us, all those years ago.” She paused, waiting for my reaction. So that is who he was. I had fuzzy memories of my journey to the Cave. Miss Dale soon continued, “He told me he would never return here and if he ever should then things would be very bad in the outside world.” She paused as if suddenly wondering if she should have told me that. “He managed a few words before he died. Lyra, he wanted you to have his coat.” I sensed this was not a pause.
“His coat?” I asked numbly, my mind in the distant past. Miss Dale nodded,
“It was his dying request.” She pushed the bundle towards me. “That will be all.” Understanding that I was clearly dismissed I left her office and headed back to my quarters in a daze. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled my nose. I was sick all over on one of the healing beds. They had lit the funeral pyre already. The smell reminded me of ten years ago when my family had died.
I avoided the pyre as much as I could as I went to my room. I dumped the man’s coat on my bed. It unraveled a little and a flickering pink caught my eye from within. I opened one of the pockets inside the coat and found two small stones no bigger than pebbles. The one pebble was a pale pink.
The pink looked like it was moving in a swirling pattern but halfway through a swirl it would change again. It looked as if the pink was smoke inside the stone. The second stone was clear but it had solid red streaks that were connected to each other looking like hundreds of broken spider webs. Unlike the other one, the smoke did not move. It remained solid. I did not want to touch it. It gave off a feeling of hatred, pain and anger. I decided to pick up the pink one. As I touched the stone, I felt a strange tingling sensation race up my arm and spread all over my body.
I tried to move my hand away from the stone but I no longer had any control over my body. Shortly after the tingle, I was suffocating, falling at an uncontrollable speed. It felt like I was being pushed through a tight small tunnel, darkness surrounded me. I realised my eyes were closed. My lungs were burning as I tried to gasp for breath.
I could feel my lungs straining to get air. Just as I was about to pass out my feet hit something solid and I could breathe again. I opened my eyes and I saw pink smoke all around me. As I stood there gasping I realised that there was a solid white stone path beneath my feet. Curiously I followed it to see where it would lead me. I came to a little house with white stone walls made up of smaller stones, a pink roof and pink door. The windows also tainted slightly pink. Outside the house sat two cherry blossom trees in full bloom. I walked up to the door to knock but the door melted away at my touch, as if caught in a breeze. I entered the house without thinking. As I walked in I saw a man with green hair. His face was hidden in a the pink haze that seemed to be all around. I could feel his eyes on me watching me as I made my way slowly towards him. Sitting cross legged on the floor he watched as I looked around the room for furniture of some sort but there was none. When a small breeze disturbed the haze I saw the green haired man’s face clearly. It was the same man that had just died. I quickly stepped back thinking of running, but where could I go?
“Do not worry; I mean you no harm.” His voice was deep and smooth. I took no comfort from his words yet my body acted on its own. To my horror I walked forward and sat on the floor and looked at him like a child getting ready to be told a story. Questions formed in my mind but there was no need to voice them because he already started to answer them before I could ask.
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