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CHAPTER III
William awoke to tiny paws on his chest. He opened his eyes groggily, and felt
a tiny greet cat licking at his cheeks.
“That’s Emerald!” said a cheery voice from the corner. As William’s eyes
trailed to find the source of the voice, he saw a woman hidden behind a cloud
of light brown curls preparing a pot of strange blue tea. He reached his hand
out to pet the cat, stroking its soft fur.
“Who are you?” he replied.
“My name is Lyra Venus Cassiopeia Andromeda Zephyr the Fourth.” She
paused, “but you can call me Lyra.”
They conversed and drank tea until Lyra had finished explaining what had
happened. Apparently, Lyra had found him some time after he collapsed from