LYRA

I needed air. After staring at Riven's note until my eyes hurt I couldn't stay in my chamber anymore. The walls felt like they were closing in on me and the silence was too loud. So I grabbed a cloak and made my way to the courtyard, hoping the cold would clear my head.

The sun was setting when I arrived, painting the frozen valley in shades of orange and pink. Snow covered everything, pristine and untouched except for a few sets of footprints leading to and from the castle. I found a ...