"You know, I have always wanted to travel." Willow said, crunching the sand in between her fingers. "Yeah? So why havn't you?" Lyra asks, looking over at Willow. "It's not that easy. Dad wouldn't let me go until now, and I'm only 17." She protested. "You never know, things can change." Lyra turned her head to the falling sun. Reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks glowed in the sky. . .