Chapter 3 The Forgotten past

Lyra's mind reeled as the figure's words echoed in her thoughts. Everything she thought she knew was a lie? What did that even mean? The figure's smile grew, its eyes glinting with amusement. "You don't remember me, do you?" it asked, its voice low and husky. Lyra shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. "No, I don't," she admitted. The figure chuckled, its eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's because your memories of me were erased," it explained. "But I'm here to tell you that I'm your brother, Lyra." Lyra's eyes widened in shock. "My brother?" she repeated.

The figure nodded, its smile growing. "Yes, Lyra. We were separated when we were children. And I've been searching for you ever since." Lyra's mind was a jumble of emotions. She didn't know what to believe or who to trust. "Why should I trust you?" Lyra asked, her voice firm. The figure's smile faltered, its eyes clouding with sadness. "Because, Lyra, I'm the only one who can help you uncover the truth about your past," it said. "And I'm the only one who can help you escape the web of deceit that's been spun around you." Lyra's brother, whose name was revealed to be Kieran, told her that she was not who she thought she was. She was not a Shadow Weaver, but a member of a secret organization that had been hiding in plain sight. "The organization is called the Order of the Veil," Kieran explained. "And you, Lyra, are one of its most valuable assets." Lyra's mind reeled as she tried to process the information. She was a member of a secret organization? What did that even mean? As Lyra struggled to come to terms with her newfound identity, she received a message from an unknown sender. "Meet me at the old windmill on the outskirts of town," the message read. "Come alone." Lyra's instincts screamed warning, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had to go. "What's waiting for me at the windmill?" Lyra wondered, her heart pounding in her chest.