Hope had been a powerful thing this far: it had helped keep the month of waiting for her from driving you mad. And even when there was but a sliver of it, Lyra ended up in your arms.
And now you have more than hope. You have hope...
And you have Lyra.
There was a chance. More than a chance.
You'd been gone for a month. Trying to get back to normal on Earth was almost certainly a fool's errand. But here, here things were beginning to look up.
You gently brush a hand through Lyra's soft mane, reaching breaking point as tears begin to roll down your face, able to conjure only a whisper. Your mind was made up.
"Then I'm not going anywhere."
You've done it. You'd saved the mechanical nightmare that appeared at your door all that time ago. You'd vowed to take care of it, and now she'd vowed to help you. Now, it was her turn to give you solace.
Not far behind you stood the two guards. The pair who'd been keeping you under their watch the whole time, as if you were prone to murderous rampages. Though, given the circumstances, it was understandable.
As the pair of you sat there, the two guards looked to each other. With a nod, they turned and headed away for the castle.
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Before long, Lyra's promise came true. With her help, you were able to show the locals that you were not who they thought you were, finding yourself finally able to socialise with them without being rejected as a monster.
Your life on Earth was forgotten.
Because it was better here.
The End.