One Was Lost

The first meet

Weeks after this tragic incident, Lyra was strolling down the same path with tired eyes as she had spent countless hours trying to find her friend. To no avail. She held the small black note in her left hand carefully making sure not to drop or lose it. Slowly she opened the note again and read the writing that was now practically engraved in her mind. Suddenly she hit something, or more like someone.
"Ack-" Lyra squeaked as she fell onto the cracked and dirty sidewalk. Once she collected herself, she looked up to see a hand stretched out in aid.
"Sorry about that," a formal and smooth voice echoed through the empty street. Lyra glanced up as the voice rang through her ears, only to come face to face with a man in a suit. Not only was this man in a suit but strangely enough he also had red hair tipped with black. The man smiled as he saw the confusion build on Lyra's face.
The man grinned as he spoke, "What a wonderful coincidence my dear, I was meaning to see you," the man said in a formal yet sinister tone. Lyra stared at the man in confusion and didn't return his salutation.
"Do I know you...?" asked Lyra, her voice hesitant and skeptical. The man's grin didn't falter but only widened, to the point his grin would be considered a cheshire smile. His eyes turned a darker shade as his once formal voice changed.
"More than you know dear," replied the man as he handed her another small black note, only it had a name written on the top:
Chernobog.
Both fear and anger replaced the confusion in a flash as she realized who this was. As she averted her eyes from the paper, she found the man had disappeared leaving no trace. With a pitiful sigh she opened the note and began to read.
As the sun sets and the land separates, an island will appear, but beware this island comes and goes as it wishes. . But travel with caution Lyra, as the times are ticking and your friend's time is leaving. Good luck as you will need it, Friend.
With both confusion and doubt, Lyra continued down the path, struggling as she was terrible at riddles. She sighed in frustration, as she couldn't figure it out. Only then did she notice the word friend was written weirdly which only caused more confusion. With a huff and a sigh, she entered the local diner. Frustrated, she sat down at a table, throwing the note on the table giving up.
"I'll never find my friend..." She placed her hands over her head in defeat. With this she attracted the attention of a certain joyful and enthusiastic boy. This boy approached Lyra with a curious and mischievous smile. He placed his hands on her table with a cheeky grin.
"Well hello there, oh whatcha got there?" He asked as he noticed the note on the table. Lyra rolled her eyes and sighed once again.
"It's a riddle and I'm terrible at them, but my friend's life is on the line and it's stressing me out," muttered Lyra with a defeated look. The boy grinned wider as she said riddle.
"I love riddles!" He exclaimed as he snatched up the note before Lyra could react. He snickered as he raised it high enough out of her reach and began to read.