Third Person pov :
The garden of the Silver Moon Estate were usually a place of vibrant life, filled with blooming moon-flowers and the soft rustling of ancient willow trees. But today, the cold autumn wind had stripped the trees bare, leaving the garden looking as desolate and empty as Lyra felt.
Lyra sat on the cold stone bench, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. She had her head resting on her arms, her face buried in the dark fabric of her sleeves. She didn't want to hear the soft, worried whispers of her parents inside the manor.
She just wanted the world to stop reminding her of what she couldn't see.
Suddenly, Lyra’s ears twitched.
Someone was walking toward her across the grass. But the sound was entirely wrong. Even the stealthiest warrior made a faint crunching soun
