Mag-log inLyra POVI didn’t stop running.My legs just kept moving even when I didn’t tell them to.The house blurred behind me.The sound stayed in my head.That one sharp moment.Then nothing after it.I reached the wall near the hallway corner and collapsed there.My hands were shaking too much to hold still.“No…” I whispered.It didn’t feel real.Not yet.Not fully.I pressed my fists into my eyes like I could push the memory out.But it stayed.Him.That small smile.Then gone.My throat tightened.“I told him not to go,” I said quietly.My voice didn’t sound like mine.I stayed there, curled against the wall, not knowing how long passed.Then—Footsteps.I froze.Evelyn.She stopped when she saw me.“What happened?” she asked.I tried to speak.Nothing came out.“They came,” I finally said.Her eyes sharpened.“Where is Kieran?”That name broke something i
Lyra POVHe didn’t look like someone who belonged to danger.That was the first thing I noticed.He looked… normal.Not like the people in the woods.Not like the men in the dungeon.Not like the ones in the market.Just a boy.Standing there.Looking at me like I was the strange one.“Hi,” he said.Just like that.Like this was nothing.Like finding someone in your house wasn’t something to be scared of.I didn’t answer.I just stared.My hands stayed by my sides, stiff, like if I moved too fast something bad would happen.He tilted his head a little.“You don’t talk?” he asked.“I do,” I said quickly.My voice came out small.He smiled a little.Not in a mean way.Just… like he found that funny.“Okay,” he said. “Good.”Silence came again.I didn’t know what to do with it.“What’s your name?” he asked.“Lyra.”He nodded like that meant something.“I’m Kieran.”
Lyra POVI started noticing her habits.Not because I was trying to spy.Just… because I didn’t know what else to do.She didn’t stay in one place for too long.In the morning, she moved around the house quietly, doing small things—arranging, cleaning, checking things I didn’t understand. Then she would leave.Not for a short time.For hours.The first time she left after I came, I sat by the door.I didn’t touch it.I just sat there.Listening.Waiting.Like if I stayed close enough, I would hear her coming back sooner.I didn’t.Time moved slowly in that house.Too slowly.So I started walking around.Carefully.Like I didn’t want to break anything.Or make her regret bringing me.I didn’t go back into that room with the books.Even though I thought about it.A lot.Instead, I stayed in the main space.Sometimes I sat on the chair.Sometimes on the floor.Sometimes I just st
Lyra POVI didn’t sleep again.I just lay there, staring at the ceiling until my eyes started to hurt.At some point, I turned to the side and watched the door.It stayed closed.But not locked.I kept checking that.Over and over.Like it might change if I looked away for too long.It didn’t.Still… I didn’t relax fully.I don’t think I know how to yet.After a while, I sat up.The room felt too quiet again.Not bad.Just… too much space for my thoughts.So I got down from the bed and stepped into the hallway.No one.The house felt empty.I walked slowly, my fingers brushing lightly against the wall as I moved.The table was still there.The chair I sat on earlier hadn’t been moved.Everything looked the same.But something felt different.I couldn’t explain it.I stood in the middle of the room for a moment, just looking around.Then I noticed something I hadn’t paid attention
Lyra POVI woke up before I opened my eyes.That was the first thing I noticed.Usually, I woke up suddenly—heart beating fast, body tight, like something was about to happen. Like I had to be ready to run even before I knew why.But this time…I was just awake.Lying still.Breathing slowly.It felt strange.I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds longer, listening.Nothing.No footsteps outside the door.No voices.No metal sounds.No shouting.Just quiet.Real quiet.My eyes opened slowly.The ceiling came into view.Same as before.Plain.Still.Not moving.I turned my head slightly.The room was exactly how I saw it before I slept.Nothing had changed.No one had entered.No one had touched anything.I sat up slowly.The blanket slid off my shoulder, and I paused for a second, looking down at it.I wasn’t used to this.Sleeping without holding my bag.
Lyra POV I didn’t know how far we had walked before the noise started to fade. At first, the market still followed us—the shouting, the arguing, the sound of people calling out prices like they were fighting for attention. But little by little, it all drifted behind us until it became something distant, like a memory I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep. My hand was still in hers. I noticed it when my fingers shifted slightly against her palm. I hadn’t even thought about letting go. That scared me a little. Not because it felt wrong… but because it didn’t. We passed houses—real houses, not stalls or broken corners or wooden boxes people slept beside. Some had doors open. Some had people sitting outside like they had nowhere else to be. A child ran past us barefoot, laughing at something I couldn’t see. I turned my head and watched him. He didn’t look hungry. He didn’t look scared. He didn’t look like he was trying to survive. He just… existed. I looked away quickly. “Are you t
Lyra’s POVDaddy said he wouldn’t be long.He always said that. He would bend a little so his face was closer to mine and tap the tip of my nose with his finger. “Stay put, little princess. Guard the house for me.” And I would salute him because it made him laugh. Mommy would shake her head like we
Lyra POVI woke up feeling at peace.That felt strange.I’m not supposed to feel peaceful here.But my body felt light, like I had slept really well. I lay there for a moment staring at the stone ceiling above me, trying to understand why my chest didn’t feel so tight today.Maybe it was because of
Lyra POV The door opened suddenly.It was a lady, dressed in a uniform looking like a servant.I guess she was.She carried a tray of food and the smell hit my nose so fast my stomach growled before I could stop it.The big man walked over and took the tray from her hands.“You may leave,” he told
Lyra’s POVI couldn't answer.I didn't know anymore.All I knew was that three days ago, I had parentsAnd now I didn't.The man didn’t look angry.That was the first thing I noticed.His hand was big around my wrist, but he wasn’t squeezing it. When I turned fully, I saw his face properly.He had







