Before I start the book I wanted to say thank you and give a shout-out to Ashlin_Panda giving me the cover. She is really good! Go follow her! Also I would like to say The the first few chapter don't sound great, but the book gets better. I won't be talking from here on in. Bye!

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Everyday is a battle. Every year, minute, second is a hassle and a struggle to keep on going and stay alive.

I have been living by myself since my parents died when I was ten. It seems like the only thing that can keep me entertained and sane are the many plains, that are stacked in rows, surrounding my house. The plains are like those packages that come with a "bonus'", they come with things that you see once and then never see again.

It's kinda funny. Everyday, I look outside the window of the little cottage that I own, wishing that one day I would see a person out there in the fields of grass. It's not an unusual thing to wish for, considering that the nearest person would take, at most, two weeks to get to. I just... don't want to be alone, for once.

Sometimes I would turn on the radio and listen to the songs and I would listen to the recordings that my dad had made of The Smiley Morning Show. My dad would tell me about how great Indiana was and how he loved it.

Speaking of songs, my name. My name is kind of unusual. Every night my mom and dad would say, "Why, aren't you very important to the universe!" And I would always ask why and they would say, "Because, you are the lyrics in this one song of ours." And then they would kiss me goodnight. They would say that because my name is Lyra or Lyric.

My name is Lyra, but my nickname is Lyric. I am 25 and I still say that I am important to the universe at night.

I want them to come back, but I know they won't. Maybe they are just too busy for their daughter, or maybe they just don't love me. But that is impossible, because they both are dead. My father committed suicide and my mother followed suit. I wish that whole day was erased.

It is now time to get out of my thoughts and get back to the reality.

I sit in a chair that is next to a big window in the front of my house. I look out at the dark, splattered sky and sigh. I wish I could escape up there.

I look up towards the galaxy of stars and gas that is visible from here.

I laugh and I sit down to cry.

I have been alone for years, centuries even, why would my wish come true. I want someone, I truly do, but it is not going to happen.

I start to cry even more. I hate everything. I wish I could just curl up and die. I bring my leg up to my chest and I hug the only knee I have and I cry even more.

You probably can't imagine what it is like to have no one; to have no one like you.

Fun fact: most of my life was my parents worrying about how I am going to live with one leg and only a majority of my face. I don't even have my left eye. I mean, I have my left leg but my right has been missing since my birth. My parents don't even know how I lived.

I have no one, yet I go to the closest town many times to get food, clothes, money, paper, books, etc., as well as sell some of the homemade foods I make. I like to go to the market, which is closer than other shops, because they have everything and it has less people. Considering that where the market is located, there is a lot of people and it is crowded. The people there literally take their time to avoid me and back away from me as far as possible. The salespeople always pray out loud for me not to come to their booth.

I have always hate it all, the care my parents always gave me, though I probably took it for granted, the long, cold stares of the people around me, and even how my only friend doesn't even know what I look like.

My friend became my friend because my dad met her and had me write to her. From there, we became friends and we would write back and fourth, never actually going to the other person.

I then realize I was back in my mind, and that I was probably still crying away in reality. How silly.

I snap back to reality and I realize that I was still crying. I wipe away my tears and slid my foot back down to the ground and get up to my feet. It's funny because i have only one foot. Anyway, I look out side as I get up and I realize that the mailman has probably put in my mail.

How I get my mail is that there are people at post offices that have magic. There are a limited amount of people with magic and all of their offspring don't even have a spec of magic. But anyway, these people who work there create a portal to my mailbox and just put in the mail that way. It all seems surreal to me. The regular mailmen don't have time to go through days worth of travel. I can't blame them, neither would I.

I walk, which to anybody else would be jumping, to the door of my house which is basically behind the chair I was in. I should have gotten my walking stick. Well, the door is on a wall that is going away from the chair. Anyway, I make my way there and onto my porch, outside. I go down the steps, making sure I don't fall, and my foot hits the ground. I then go to the mailbox that is on the right from the stairs. I look inside the mailbox and what do you know, a letter.

I pick up the one tiny letter and make my journey back to that lonely chair, but this time, I go to the couch, which is front, left from the chair. I slam my body against the couch and I start to rip the top of the envelope. It reveals a letter that is folded into thirds to fit into the envelope.

I open the folds and a letter emerges. I start to read.

To my dearest friend, Lyric,
      Hello, I am pleased that you were able to write to me in less than a week from when I sent you my letter. Are you just not that busy now-a-days?
      I wonder how everything is going over there. I know that it is hard on you, knowing that by the time this letter arrives, it would be the anniversary of your parents death. How are you holding up? I hope you aren't cooped up in the house, crying your days of fun and freedom away. That just wouldn't be right.
      If you are wondering, everything is doing fine and my little boy is now ten. I wished him a happy birthday for you, so no need to worry. His sister is a bit jealous of his gifts, sometimes it's hard to keep this family in line.
      I am thinking about taking a journey to the train station that is about a days away. If I am correct, there is a stop at a station that is about a day, or more, away from your house. The whole journey will take at least three days, minimum.
      Now onto the bad news of these letters. Oh, how I dread writing these words. I hate to tell you that my husband has fallen ill and in time, he will die. The doctors cannot find a cure to his illness and has decided to send him to me, Charlotte, and Jacob until his departure from the world.
      My mother has also recently died in a peaceful state of sleep. The doctors think it was due to old age. This house is starting to look more barren as time flies. People here are dropping dead by the second.
      Here is where my letter to you ends. Please do not write me back, I will most likely will be on the train or getting there. That means that your letter will not be able to be seen by my eyes and I would have missed out on your adventures that you always tell me about. I hope to see you soon.
          Love,
                 Elizabeth

I smile at her note. Knowing my life, she will probably not make it due to her husband or other. It doesn't take a genius to figure out patterns.

I snap out of my thoughts and I look out of the window across from me. I see a streak, slowly moving across the dark sky. I get up off the couch and get closer to the window. If this was a dream, don't wake me up. The shooting star was moving slowly across the sky; like it was waiting for someone.

I am now in front of the window, my hand on the frame of the glass. I squint, just to make sureI wasn't imagining this. I slid my hand off the frame as I closed my eyes.

Maybe if I wished on it, everything would be alright... let's hope.

I made my wish and I opened my eyes to see the same star racing across the rest of it way. It was racing against time - worry - fear - love - rejection - or maybe it was just me, not the star.

I look back out at the land in front of me and a swear I could see a man out on the curve of the field. I am confused.

My thoughts were cut short by a blinding light. The light filled my vision and burned my eyes. It filled the shadows in my house and everything was white. I lost my balance and I start to jump back but that never works for someone with one leg. I end up falling on my side on the wooden-glass table behind me.

Glass started to impale my arm and my side, my face and my hip. I screamed in pain and I open my eyes. Everything is covered in blood. Glass is everywhere. My breathing was unstable. I had to soon realize that I would die if I didn't take care of my self.

I stop screaming and I sucked up the pain. I start to help myself up and it hurts like hell! I curse under my breath as I balance on my foot.

I steadily try to walk to my bedroom, I fall in pain and so I resort to crawling to my closet where a first-aid backpack is stored. I get back up and I pick it up and the shear weight of it make me almost collapse, once again.

I slowly walk to the bathroom in the same hallway as my bedroom, holding on to everything I could. I open the door and I set the backpack down while suppressing all the pain in my right side.

I open the backpack and I rummage thought it. I search for tweezers and bandages while more and more blood is leaking. I feel even more weak.

I find some tweezers and face the mirror that I stand in front of. With the tweezers I take out the shards of glass that is impaled into my skin clothes. I take off the shirt and bra that I have on, off. Then, one by one, pull out the rest of shards of glass and more blood comes out with each one.

My vision is fading and my side and arm is becoming more numb. I take this moment to wrap bandages around my stomach, my arm, my shoulder, and part of my hip.

My life is draining out of me and I take the strength I have left to go to my bed and lay down. I am doing this because, if I faint, at least I don't have the possibility of my head cracking open as well.

I leave the bloody mess, the backpack, and everything and I make my way to my bed.

I make it to my bed and I collapse. I don't bother to get under the sheets and I lay on my back. Darkness consumes my vision and sleep overtakes me.

Everything is calm.