Lyra's illusions strained her to her limits, and she hated having to do this.
Normally, she tried not to think about her past life too much. About everything that she had lost.
She had only been sixteen when she had died the first time, and it had not been an easy or quick death.
There were still times when she would wake up in a cold sweat after having a nightmare reliving suffocating under the snow.
'Push through it. This is necessary if you want to get him back.' Lyra thought as she finished the illusion.'
Including herself, she had created only five other people. Two were her own parents, while the other three were Marcus' sister and their parents.
Lyra began puppeteering them all, focusing their attention on Marcus.
She was sort of recreating a memory from long ago, when their families had been enjoying an outside barbeque together towards the end of spring.
