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If you would ask how one Lyra Black once Riddle how she died. She would have never guessed it will be at the place where her life started yet there she stood.
At their meeting place. Hidden in the many halls of the castle on the seventh floor behind the tapestry of Barnabas the barmy. She can hear the faint sound of footsteps patting away and she hoped they would make it. For what she will do next would only endanger those who stayed.
To be frank Lyra was not courageous, nor she was cunning and she certainly was not one to obey. Unlike her sisters she was meek and perfectly content in staying in the shadows watching quietly. How did this came to be, what happened that wrecked her world in chaos. . .
It was one man, a man named Tom Marvolo Riddle. A man with ambitions as great as Icarus himself, soaring high challenging to graze the sun yet as Icarus too had fallen to his death.
Lyra was reminded of what she came to finish, twisting the cold diadem held tightly to her chest. She could hear his voice, the soft whispers of the man she loved. His laughter that she treasured, his soothing promises of life free of the chains she was born with. She tensed as she a cold chill crept across her back. Tom Riddle the man she loved and married was gone, the monster that roamed this plane was not her husband and hasn’t been for years. He had led too many to their deaths, she knew Tom in spite of his foolish efforts to cheat death he too would cross the veil as mortal. With hopes her actions would put a stop to atleast some of the horrendous evils he had done.
She held her wand out, her fingers curled upon the cedar wood. No goodbyes or farewells said, but an unsaid ‘see you on the other side’ was left as the world around one Lyra Riddle seemed to burn. Her form engulfed in the flames of a rampaging beast.