'Ah...why does this always happen?' Lyra had a particular languid thought resonate repeatedly insisted her head.
She felt the cold steel, yet translucent blade pulse and twitch inside of her.
The pain was sharp and sudden at the beginning, but now Lyra just felt languid and motionless.
It happened again.
She let her guard down, and the ones to attempt for her life again were fellow humans. The first time was over a month ago.
But, at least then, Lyra could have at least been justified as unlucky. She was weak and frail. And in the face of Knights with powerful bodies and pulsing cores, Lyra was like a puny human before a natural disaster.
Then there was absolutely nothing she could do than dance into the palm of their hands, and to the tune they played.
But.
'It should be different now.'
It should have been different.
Wasn't she stronger now?
Lyra had changed, she believed so.
She had a core.