Re:Lyra-Starting Life in Another World (Re:Reader-Lyra Edition)

Chapter 2: Carpooling

The light inside the car had finally reached its climax, and blinded the entire cabin. Lyra could hear the car begin to rev up, and the ride smooth out.

Was the car floating? Had she somehow driven off a cliff? She couldn't bring her eyes to look forward at such an intense light.

The sensation continued for what felt like the longest few seconds of her life, but all of Lyra's attention was being occupied by the feeling of the hand on her shoulder.

Before she knew it, the hand was gone. As soon as it was, the light began to dim, until it finally became a more warm light, like sunshine almost, it was no longer the bright scalding white of before.

With her eyes still shut, she started to feel the car rumble.

Was the car back on the road? No. This rumbling was much too consistent to be natural. Bricks maybe. A cobblestone road.

Lyra struggled to open her eyes, which before closing them were still used to the darkness of the night.

Her vision, while blurry started to come back through. Looking ahead, Lyra could begin to see an area that was well lit, as well as voices, as if she was standing in a crowd. As her sight cleared up further, what appeared to be a horse's carriage could be made out, and she was approaching it very quickly.

Lyra: Wh-wha- AHHHHH!!!

Lyra slammed the brakes with all she could and jerked the wheel.

Narrowly avoiding totaling her car, she instead careened into a stack of wooden barrels and crates, shattering and destroying many before the brakes finally put and end to the car's destructive slide.

?: My inventory! Oh this cannot be!

What? Crates? Barrels? Inventory?, Lyra thought, analyzing the situation, her eyes darting around trying to understand what just happened.

Lyra: Is.. is it day time?

Lyra rolled down her window and looked up at the sky. It was slightly cloudy, but otherwise bright, sunny day.

An older woman came running from the other side of the carriage that Lyra saw just moments before her crash.

Woman: Oh dear! It's all ruined! That metal box must have come flying off one of the passing ground dragon carriages!

A rather rotund man, wearing a black apron and scruffy clothes made his way around the same way the woman had come from.

Man: None of that matters now! Come honey, we need to find whatever blithering idiot of a carriage driver lost their load and demand compensation for their failure to secure their product!

Woman: Oh, but some of this might be salvageable—!

Man: We haven't the time! Quickly! We must find whoever is responsible for this!

And with that the two departed into the busy avenue of bustling carriage traffic.

Lyra: Do... do they not realize that I'm the one who crashed here? It's like they didn't even recognize that this is a car or somethi—

Wait a minute... , Lyra thought. Ground dragons? DRAGONS?

Lyra opened her front car door, got out, and observed the damage. Thankfully, the damage appeared to be the car shoving the goods and them toppling over had broken them more then the actual impact did, as her car was left with only a few scrapes.

But after she saw, she heard.

City sounds. The sounds of mid day hustle and bustle of an urban area. Shee turned to see what was behind his car.