Lyra
Breathe.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
My eyes snapped open and immediately began scanning my surroundings. For a moment my body had felt foreign, as if I was no longer in control of it. My hyperventilation dissipated allowing me to conjure leveled thoughts concerning my present situation. I recalled Mariah forcefully gripping my hand and then darkness, complete and utter darkness. My ears perked up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. I found myself seeking it out, my steps cautious and calculated. I was in the palace, in fact, I was heading to my own chamber.
"In and out the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel. The money thought it was fun, pop goes the weasel!"
My breath caught in my throat as tears stung my eyes. I was now standing in the doorway leadin
