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 beginning to rev up and the ride smoothing itself out 

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

The sensation continued for what felt like the longest few seconds of her life, however, 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 warm light. 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 began to see an area that was well-lit. She could also hear 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. 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 an end to the car's destructive slide.

?: My inventory! Oh, this cannot be!

What? Crates? Barrels? Inventory?, Lyra thought, analyzing the situation. Her eyes darted around as she tried 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 a 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 of 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 don't have 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 only damage that was noticeable was that her car was left with a few scrapes.

But after she saw, she heard.

City sounds. The sounds of the mid-day hustle and bustle of an urban area. She turned to see what was behind her car. Before her was a wide street, filled with many carriages. However...

Those weren't HORSES pulling them, but rather, large beasts. Lizards? No, dragons. The woman's voice echoed in her head. "Ground dragons", she had said. Lyra couldn't believe her eyes. ACTUAL dragons! Some on two legs, some on four. Some blue, or green, or a display of many OTHER colors.