Lyra’s POVThe pain dragged me under like a riptide, pulling me into memories that weren’t quite mine but somehow were.I was young again, ten years old. The forest surrounded me, familiar yet different. My hands were small, trembling, and covered in something dark and wet.Blood.“Lyra!” A boy’s voice, desperate and afraid. “Lyra, please!”I looked up, and there he was. Young Killian, sprawled on the ground, clutching his side. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his shirt, pooling on the earth beneath him.His brown eyes found mine, wide with pain and betrayal.“Why?” he choked out. “Why didn’t you stop them?”I tried to move toward him, but my feet wouldn’t let me. I tried to speak, to explain, but no words came. I just stood there, frozen, my blood-stained hands hanging uselessly at my sides.“I trusted you,” Killian whispered, and the hurt in his voice cut deeper than any wound.The scene shifted, becoming fragmented. My father’s face, twisted with rage. Adult voices argui
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