The Lost Artifact of Sira

Chapter 3 - Rough Skin

          Lyra's sweaty palms increase in wetness as she grips Hallows swords close to her. The documents in the other hand, she finds herself upon the entrance bridge. The chatter upon the large kingdom heightens her nerves. The boy from before, with many armored men behind him, runs towards Lyra at full speed.

  The bridge stands tall above a clashing river. On last resort, Lyra stands a top of the bridge's edge, finding only one way out.

The boy screams after Lyra.

The air is weightless as Lyra's frail body falls through it, towards her inevitable death.

   Lyra closes her eyes and hopes for another breath after this one, holding everything she owns close to her. The only items that matter.

   Before the boy and the men behind him, could reach the border of the bridge, a force held Lyra midair.

   This force, hugs Lyra and brings her under the bridge.

   Hallow's squire screams after her.

   "Find her!" The boy yells. The guards raise their brows at his sudden confidence and brattiness.

   "Do it! In the name of the king find her and bring me her head!" He threw a tantrum towards the scouts.

   Under the bridge, Lyra is suddenly placed on her feet by the force.

   Lyra does her best to gather her breathing as the two figures stand absently in the shadow of the bridge. One of the figures has a upside down moon upon their forehead while the other has a better built frame.

   Lyra finds herself start to run away. To her surprise, they or the force form before didn't stop her. She found herself in the forest, continuing her way to the middle of no where. The heat beat down on her and left her breathless as she was functioning on no food or hydration.

     She dropped to her knees as she found a shaded tree. Her feet rough skinned as her running hadn't stopped for hours. Her heavy limbs were brought to the papers. She counted them and sighed with relief. She turned herself over and laid on her back like a starfish.

   Her eyes close with the sound of silence deafening her ears.

  
   "Why are we helping her anyway?" A feminine voice sounded close to her. Lyra, slowly awakening, settled on the fact that she was still in the forest and away from the safety of the kingdom's walls.

    "She forced you to use your magic. Not everyone can stop someone from falling to their death." The voice followed a white head of hair with fair skin and slightly floppy ears.
    Lyra jumped back.
  "There she is." The woman beside her had a soft comforting voice. Upon her forehead was a upside down moon with a blindfold covering her eyes.
    "W-who are, you- you saved me-" Lyra found herself speechless.
     "Uh no, no we didn't. We didn't want to." The white haired woman spoke.
      The brunette suddenly threw a rock with the force of her moon upon her head.
      "What the hell Eden!" The fair skinned elf exclaimed.
      "It was a kind act. The fire girl didn't 'make me' save her. She's responsible for her own actions." The moon lady spoke wisely.
      "Bullshit! This pyromaniac," the hurt elf pointed towards Lyra, "Could also be a witch! She could do anything."  The woman's silver hair gleamed in the sunlight as she turned herself away.
      Lyra could feel herself form an emotion she didn't know she had the energy for.
      "I'm not. A witch." Lyra muttered.

     "Why did you jump, with these items none of the less." Eden changed the subject abruptly and raised the papers before her with the power of her mind.