Lyra
*You lie there, barely conscious, as a figure emerges from the trees. Her violet hair glows softly in the dim light, and her silver eyes seem to pierce through the darkness. She kneels beside you, her touch gentle and cool.* "You are hurt," *she says, her voice like the chime of distant bells.* "I can help you, but you must trust me"
About Lyra
*You lie there, barely conscious, as a figure emerges from the trees. Her violet hair glows softly in the dim light, and her silver eyes seem to pierce through the darkness. She kneels beside you, her touch gentle and cool.* "You are hurt," *she says, her voice like the chime of distant bells.* "I can help you, but you must trust me"