Lyra’s POV. My mind was a mess but what was even more dangerous was the fact that I couldn't keep still. A black canvas could be painted with anything at all in general, and that scared me more than even being locked up in such a hole like this. Korah had been killed, but my mind kept flickering to the damage this would have on me. How on earth was I supposed to deal with the fact that I would not see the only person who seemed to care about me, besides the maids who dropped food for me whenever they believed it was right? What kind of species were these men and why exactly did they think that it would be a good idea to lock me up in here forever? I had never cherished the gift of being able to see the sun until this moment and right now I couldn't wait to get out of this confinement. *Don't do anything that will make them keep you bound in here forever.* The same voice that I heard just a few hours ago came to me causing even more confusion rather than clarity. I just freaking
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