Lyra once again found herself in the woods. But this time, she wasn't just lost. She was scared. The children were nowhere to be found.
As always, she was the one left to search for them while they hid far beyond her reach. They were quick, clever, and merciless in their games. And Lyra, with her muteness and lack of abilities, was the perfect target for their tricks. She was always the fool in their cruel amusement.
Clutching the hem of her dress, she moved cautiously, scanning the area. If only she were as quick-witted as they were, perhaps she would have found them by now. But to her dismay, she did.
Her wandering gaze landed on an abandoned cabin nestled among the trees. A flicker of hope stirred inside her. Maybe they're hiding there. Without hesitation, she quickened her pace, her heart pounding as she reached the worn wooden door.
