** Lyra **
Darkness.
That was all I felt around me. A void of emptiness, consuming me. It drifted me away like a leaf on a river—my body weightless, my thoughts disjointed.
I tried to speak, but no sound escaped my lips. Only the thud of my own heartbeat echoed—slow and faint.
It felt like I was fading away.
Just when I thought I was lost, destined to disappear forever, I heard a voice.
“You’ve fought too long to die now. You have a long way to go, and a mission to carry out in due time. Many clans will depend on you. You can’t die now—not so far away from your destiny.”
A figure stepped forward, closer to me. Her features were unmistakable—because she was me. A version of me, taller, more commanding. She radiated a strange, haunting grace. Her purple eyes glowed, revealing the side
