Midnight Whisper

t for Lyra, everything felt different. The haunting whisper from the night before lingered on her

f salt and something ancient, somet

atched fishermen push their boats into the fog. Their figure looked more like gho

remarked, stepping outside with a shawl wrappe

r finger along the rim of her cup. "Do you believe

ous and a little sad. "Some stories are

al, aren't they

ed a moment of silence to pass. "Your

east, that's what everyone said. Yet, even then, something about

hings that whispered not just to frighten, but to summon. Your father

he find?" L

ve to find out about it yourself. But be careful, dear. Whispers

as restless, grey, and foamy. Each wave seemed to carry hidden secrets. When sh

hing caug

ke a twisted tear. As she picked it up, a bump ran through her, bringing

this. On

carrying a voice that didn't come f

't forget w

g. She recognized that voice. It wa

her own

ng deep inside her wa

Lyra had a

ering structures made of coral and bone, glowing symbols fl

re stoo

ow as if he was been controlled by an evil spirit

his voice layered with

as their fingers touched, everything

king down in a sw

the ocean, the Counci

of a breathing creature. Each member wore robes made of seawe

mber whispered, a woman with tr

said, running a clawed hand

n awakens complete

t about

silence

is... u

ur spread

he was before, everyt

st int

e pendant tightly. The dreams were becoming clearer no longer

m because they had been apart not like the friend she once knew, yet there wa

n't looked through it in years, too afraid to open it, but now, her

s a calling. We are not meant t

ga

t handwriting. "Lyra must never

ll make out t

fa

ands

he pendant b

g at her window, soaked with rain, bleedi

flickering silver. "They're c