Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai
It was human.
But the cost of their victory was always there, walking silently beside them.
Lyra tried to sing. She would open her mouth, but often, no sound would come out. The memory of the vortex, of the curse Kael had taken for her, was a wall in her mind. Her songs, once as natural as breathing, were now shy, frightened things.
When she did manage to sing, it was different. The songs were softer, sadder. They were no longer the silly, bubbling tunes of a carefree child. They were the songs of someone who had seen the dark and was grateful for the light.
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