Lyra woke up to the warm rays of the sun peeking through her window. She stretched, feeling the softness of her bed and the comfort of her cozy apartment. It was just another day on Earth, in the bustling city of New Haven. As she got dressed, Lyra's mind wandered to her job at the local bookstore.She loved being surrounded by books and helping customers find their next great read. Her boss, Mrs. Jenkins, was kind and understanding, and Lyra felt grateful for the sense of community they had built together.Lyra headed to the kitchen to start her day with a steaming cup of coffee and a slice of whole-grain toast. She checked her phone for any important notifications, scrolling through social media to see what her friends were up to.The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the familiar contours of her apartment. Lyra's eyes lingered on the shelves filled with her favorite novels, the vintage typewriter her grandfather had given her, and the collection of crystals her mother had left behind.Feeling content, Lyra grabbed her bag and headed out the door to start her day. As she walked to the bookstore, the sounds of the city enveloped her: the hum of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the district.''Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins.'' Lyra was greeted as she entered the bookstore, where the scent of coffee and freshly printed books filled the air. The familiar sight of rows upon rows of stories waiting to be discovered brought a smile to her face.''Good morning to you too, Lyra." ''How are you today? '' Mrs. Jenkins asked, her warm smile mirroring Lyra's own. Lyra felt a sense of belonging in the bookstore, a place where she could lose herself in the pages of a good book and escape from the hustle and bustle of the city outside.This is her dream land, the bookstore where she works, surrounded by the comfort of literature and the company of kindred spirits who shared her love for stories. As she settled in for another day of work, Lyra couldn't help but feel grateful for the sanctuary that Mrs. Jenkins had created for book lovers like herself.Lyra has always been bright and cheerful, but in the bookstore, her spirit seemed to shine even brighter, lighting the shelves and bringing joy to all who entered. The cozy atmosphere and familiar faces made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be.''I am good, Mrs. Jenkins,'' Lyra answered with a smile.''I thought you had a class today? ' Mrs. Jenkins asks."I do, but it got canceled last minute," Lyra replied. "I couldn't resist coming in to spend some time here instead."''Okay then, if that's the case, why don't you help me rearrange the new arrivals section? '' Mrs. Jenkins suggested, knowing Lyra's love for books and organization would make her a perfect assistant. Lyra eagerly agreed, grateful for the opportunity to contribute to the bookstore she loved so much.''Oh, there's new arrivals? '' Lyra couldn't hide her excitement as she followed Mrs. Jenkins to the section. "Yes, we just got a shipment in yesterday," Mrs. Jenkins replied, leading Lyra to the stack of boxes waiting to be unpacked.
''Oh, the new series of the mystery novels I've been waiting for must be in there! '' Lyra exclaimed, eager to see the new additions to her favorite genre. Mrs. Jenkins smiled at Lyra's enthusiasm, knowing that her assistance would make the task of unpacking and organizing much more enjoyable.''You are a bright ray of sunshine in this store, Lyra,'' she said, handing her a box cutter to help with the unpacking. Lyra beamed with gratitude and quickly got to work, eager to uncover the treasures hidden within the boxes.As she carefully opened the first box, Lyra's excitement grew with each novel she revealed. Mrs. Jenkins watched with a smile, happy to see her young assistant so enthusiastic about the task at hand.As the two are busy unboxing the books, a group of teenagers entered the store, browsing the shelves with curiosity. Mrs. Jenkins welcomed them warmly, knowing that their presence would bring a lively energy to the shop.But they started laughing and chatting loudly, causing Lyra to pause her unpacking momentarily. Mrs. Jenkins gently reminded them to keep their voices down, wanting to maintain the peaceful atmosphere of the bookstore.''Please kindly lower your voices while you're browsing. We want all our customers to enjoy a quiet and relaxing experience here,'' she said with a smile. The teenagers quickly apologized and continued exploring the shelves more quietly, respecting the bookstore's tranquil ambiance.''This is boring. Can we go somewhere else? '' One of the teenagers complained, looking around impatiently. Mrs. Jenkins kindly suggested that they could explore the outdoor reading area if they preferred a livelier setting.''Yeah, it's a beautiful day outside; you might enjoy reading in the fresh air,'' she added with a friendly tone.''Don't tell us what to do. Old lady,'' one of the teenagers retorted rudely. Mrs. Jenkins maintained her composure and simply nodded, allowing them to make their own choice about where to spend their time.''Okay, then just don't make a mess in my library.'' Mrs. Jenkins then returned to her Lyra, hoping that the teenagers would respect the library's rules and property during their visit.''What happened there, Mrs. Jenkins? '' Lyra asked, concerned. Mrs. Jenkins sighed and replied, "Just some teenagers being teenagers. Hopefully they'll behave themselves." She then went back to her book, trying not to dwell on the rude encounter.''Are you sure it's just, okay? You want me to talk to them? '' Lyra asked Mrs. Jenkins, chuckling, "I'll keep an eye on them from here." She appreciated Lyra's concern but knew the teenagers would likely behave themselves in her presence.As Lyra and Mrs. Jenkins finished arranging the new arrivals, a mysterious package caught Lyra's eye. Wrapped in black paper with cryptic symbols, it seemed out of place among the other books. "What's this?" Lyra asked, her curiosity piqued. Mrs. Jenkins' expression turned enigmatic. "I received it yesterday, addressed to you." Lyra's heart skipped a beat. "Me?"Lyra's fingers trembled as she unwrapped the package, revealing a leather-bound book adorned with strange markings. "This symbol..." Lyra whispered, recognizing the emblem from her grandfather's old typewriter.As Lyra opened the book, the pages revealed a message in her grandfather's handwriting:"Lyra, the shadows are coming. Trust no one. Seek the truth in Aramania."Suddenly, the bookstore's lights flickered, and an eerie presence filled the air. Mrs. Jenkins' eyes widened in alarm.'' What? Electricity is off today. Maybe I'll call Kaido later to check on our generator.'' Mrs. Jenkins quickly dialed Kaido's number, hoping he would be able to fix the issue before it got any worse.But Lyra's feet felt rooted to the spot. The book's words seemed to sear themselves into her mind."Aramania?" Lyra whispered. "What does it mean?""Lyra, what happened??" Mrs. Jenkins asked as she noticed Lyra's bothered expression. "I don't know, but I feel like I need to find out," Lyra replied, determination in her voice. Mrs. Jenkins looked at her with concern.'' Who is that from? Did you find out? '' Mrs. Jenkins is curious. Lyra 's has never had letters before; she's an orphan; she's been alone since her grandfather died a year ago.Gemini Lyra's grandfather was a writer and an explorer; he and Mrs. Jenkins have history but choose to be good friends.''I am not sure, but it has grandfather's handwriting.'' Lyra explained, her eyes scanning the letter for any clues. ''Your grandfather doesn't fail to surprise people. Mrs. Jenkins remarked with a knowing smile, remembering the adventurous spirit of Lyra's grandfather. "I hope the letter brings good news," she said, offering a reassuring pat on Lyra's shoulder.Lyra shrugged and decided to continue on her day.
Mrs. Jenkins and Gemini(Lyra's grandfather) were once friends during his lifetime.