Beyond The Last Dawn

Chapter 2: Road To Solmira



A strange warmth settled into Lyra's skin as she stood amidst the silver grass, the alien sky stretching endlessly above her. The aftershock of her rebirth still lingered—her body felt both familiar and foreign, as though she had been sculpted from something beyond her understanding.

She took a slow breath, tasting the air. It was richer than anything on Earth, humming with energy that buzzed faintly against her skin. The grass beneath her feet shimmered when she moved, responding to her presence like a living thing.

The name still echoed in her mind.

Lyra.

It felt right. More right than Eliza had ever felt. But the weight of it unnerved her. She clenched her hands, trying to steady herself. The last thing she remembered was the crash, the sensation of her body breaking—dying. And yet, she stood here, whole, transformed.

"I shouldn't be alive," she whispered to herself, her voice carrying strangely in the still air. The words hung between truth and uncertainty.

She looked down at her hands again, turning them over slowly. The skin glowed faintly, catching light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. She wasn't just alive—she was something else entirely. The woman who had driven home from the observatory was gone, replaced by this being with silver eyes and iridescent skin.

A gust of wind swept through the field, carrying a distant sound—whispers? No, voices. Faint, like echoes from an unseen world. She turned sharply, scanning the endless horizon. Nothing but shimmering grass and a distant city that floated impossibly above the land, its towering spires reflecting the golden sky.

The whispers grew louder for a moment before fading again. Lyra strained to hear, to understand, but the words slipped away like water between fingers.

A flicker of movement caught her eye.

Near the crest of a small hill, a figure stood watching her.

Lyra tensed. The figure was cloaked, their face hidden beneath the shadow of a hood. They did not move, did not speak—just observed. The presence sent a shiver down her spine.

Part of her wanted to run, to hide, to escape this strange watcher. But where would she go? This world was unknown to her, its dangers and sanctuaries equally mysterious. And something within her—something new and instinctual—told her that running would solve nothing.

She took a hesitant step forward. "Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse, unfamiliar to her own ears.

The figure remained silent.

Another step. "Who are you?"

The hooded figure lifted a hand. Not in greeting, not in warning—just a slow, deliberate gesture. The moment their fingers moved, the whispers in the air grew louder, as if the very wind carried words meant only for her.

"Awaken, Assembler."

The phrase again. The same one that had greeted her upon her arrival. A pulse of energy rippled through her, starting at her core and spreading outward to her fingertips. Her vision blurred for a second, darkening at the edges as if she might faint. When she steadied herself, the figure was gone.

Her heart pounded. She turned in frantic circles, scanning the empty landscape. No footprints. No sign they had ever been there.

"Hello?" she called, her voice swallowed by the vastness. "Come back!"

Only silence answered.

A hallucination? A side effect of whatever had happened to her?

No. The words had been real. They had meant something. "Assembler" was not just a random title—it carried weight, purpose, expectation.

The unease in her chest hardened into resolve. She needed answers. And the only place that might have them was the city on the horizon.

Without looking back, she set her feet toward the distant spires of a civilization unlike anything she had ever known. Each step caused the silver grass to glow beneath her feet, as if recognizing her passage. The path ahead was long, but she had no other choice.

She was Lyra now. Eliza was gone. And with each step, that reality became more certain.

The Journey to Solmira

The walk stretched far longer than she anticipated. The golden sky never darkened, never shifted, as if time itself was uncertain in this place. She wasn't sure how long she had been walking when she first noticed the strange patterns in the grass—footsteps that glowed faintly before fading away.

Not hers.

Something was moving ahead of her.

Lyra slowed her pace, her senses sharpening. The footsteps were deliberate, leading toward the same destination as her. Someone else was traveling to the city.

She found herself moving more cautiously, alert to any sound or movement. Back on Earth, she had never been particularly athletic or skilled in tracking, but here, her body seemed to know what to do. Her footfalls became lighter, her breathing steadier. She felt her eyes adjust, focusing on details she might have missed before.

The trail was fresh—whoever had passed this way was not far ahead.

She followed the fading footprints over a gentle rise in the landscape, noting how the vegetation changed subtly. The silver grass grew taller here, interspersed with delicate flowers that seemed to turn as she passed, tracking her movement like tiny sentinels.

She crested another small hill and froze.

A man stood at the base of the slope, adjusting the straps of a large satchel slung over his shoulder. He was old—perhaps in his sixties—but his posture was strong, his presence sharp. His cloak, weathered and frayed at the edges, bore intricate embroidery that shimmered faintly when the light caught it.

His hair was silver, not with age but by nature, tied back in a simple knot at the base of his neck. His face was weathered but not unkind, marked with lines that spoke of both laughter and hardship.

He turned his head slightly, as if sensing her.

"Well," the man said, "I certainly wasn't expecting company on this road."

His voice was deep, steady, carrying the weight of experience.

Lyra hesitated. She had no idea who this was—whether he was friend or foe—but he seemed… normal. Tangible. Not a vanishing phantom whispering cryptic messages into the wind.

She chose her words carefully. "I— I don't know how I got here."

The man studied her, his eyes sharp but not unkind. His gaze lingered on her face, her eyes, her skin—taking in the otherworldly qualities that now defined her. But unlike what she might have expected, he showed no surprise. It was almost as if he had seen her kind before.

"Ah. Another lost soul, then."

That phrase sent a chill through her. Another. Not the first, then. How many others had found themselves transformed and abandoned in this strange realm?

"Where is here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The man exhaled through his nose, as if considering something. He glanced at the sky, then back toward the distant city. Then, he gave a small nod, mostly to himself. "Walk with me. If you truly don't know where you are, then you have much to learn."

She hesitated.

"I won't force you," he added, adjusting his satchel again. "But if you're lost, wandering alone isn't wise. There are things between here and Solmira that find newcomers... interesting."

The way he said "interesting" made Lyra's skin prickle with unease. He spoke as if danger was simply a fact of life here, not something remarkable or unusual.

Lyra glanced toward the distant city.

She had no reason to trust this man. But she had even less reason to trust the unknown forces that had brought her here.

After a moment's pause, she stepped forward. "You know about people like me?"

The man gave a half-smile that revealed nothing. "I know many things. Whether any of them will help you is yet to be seen."

With that cryptic answer, he turned and began walking toward the city once more. After a brief hesitation, Lyra followed.

Aetheria—The World Beyond

As they walked, the man introduced himself.

"Elias," he said. "Scholar, traveler, occasional troublemaker."

He spoke in a tone that suggested humor, though Lyra wasn't sure if she was meant to laugh.

"Lyra," she said before she could think. The name had surfaced too easily, too naturally. A part of her wanted to correct herself, to say "Eliza," but the word stuck in her throat. That name belonged to someone else now, someone who had died in a car crash on a lonely road back on Earth.

Elias gave her a sidelong glance, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Ah. That's a name with weight."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

He gestured vaguely toward the sky. "Lyra—the Constellation of the Eternal Song. An old name, tied to even older myths. I wonder if fate has a sense of irony."

She wasn't sure what to make of that.

"You speak like you've done this before," she said, watching him carefully. "Met people who've... arrived here suddenly."

Elias adjusted his pack, his expression revealing nothing. "This world has many doors, both in and out. Some find their way here by accident, others by design. Few understand the journey they've made."

His vague answers were beginning to frustrate her, but she held her tongue. He was the only source of information she had.

They walked in silence for a while before Lyra finally asked, "What is this place?"

Elias slowed his pace slightly, as if weighing his words. "Aetheria," he said at last. "A world of many wonders, many dangers. It is not a single land, nor a single people. It is…" He gestured around them. "A realm of magic, science, and all things in between."

Lyra listened intently, trying to absorb this information. A different world entirely. Not some hallucination or dream, but a real place with its own rules and inhabitants.

"Is there a way back?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "To Earth?"

Elias's expression softened slightly. "There are always ways between worlds, for those who know how to find them. But first, you must understand why you're here."

She wasn't sure if that was comforting or not.

"You said I was another lost soul," she said. "That means this has happened before?"

Elias gave her a knowing look. "More than you'd think."

Something about that answer sent a shiver down her spine.

"What happens to them? The others like me?"

Elias was quiet for a long moment. "Some adapt. Some thrive. Others..." He shrugged, leaving the sentence unfinished.

The implication was clear enough. Not everyone survived their transition to this world.

As they walked, the landscape gradually changed. The silver grass gave way to more varied vegetation—trees with trunks that seemed to be made of crystal, flowers that opened and closed as they passed, small creatures that darted away too quickly for Lyra to identify.

"The city we're heading to," Elias said after a while, "is called Solmira. It's one of the Seven Great Cities of Aetheria, and the closest thing to a neutral ground you'll find in this realm."

"Seven cities?" Lyra asked, grasping at any concrete information he offered.

Elias nodded. "Each built on one of the great ley lines that cross this world, each with its own character and dangers. Solmira is known for knowledge and trade. A good place for a newcomer to find their bearings."

Lyra tried to process all this information. It was overwhelming, like trying to understand an entire culture and world from a few sentences.

"And the people who live there? Are they... like you?" She hesitated. "Or like me?"

Elias chuckled. "Solmira holds all kinds. You'll find scholars and merchants, travelers and thieves, beings from a dozen different realms and dimensions. Some will look like me, some like you, some like nothing you've ever imagined."

The notion both terrified and fascinated her. A city of impossible beings.

"Will I be welcome there?" she asked quietly.

"Welcome?" Elias raised an eyebrow. "That depends on what you bring with you. Solmira values knowledge and skill above all else. If you have something to offer, you'll find your place."

Lyra fell silent, considering his words. What could she possibly offer a city in another world? Her knowledge of astronomy? Her research skills? Would any of that matter here, where the very laws of physics seemed to be suggestions rather than rules?

And what of the word "Assembler" that had echoed through her mind? What did that mean in this world of Aetheria?

They continued walking, and as the city of Solmira loomed closer, Lyra's mind swirled with questions.

The great spires were clearer now, connected by bridges that seemed to defy gravity. The entire city appeared to float above a vast lake that shimmered with the same golden light as the sky. As they drew closer, she could make out smaller structures—buildings of crystal and stone, gardens that hung suspended in mid-air, waterfalls that flowed upward instead of down.

"How is that possible?" she asked, gesturing to the floating city.

Elias smiled, the first genuine smile she had seen from him. "In Aetheria, the question is rarely 'how is it possible' but rather 'who made it possible.' Everything you see was crafted by someone or something, shaped by will and power."

Lyra tried to wrap her mind around that concept. A world shaped by will rather than natural forces.

"And me?" she asked softly. "Who shaped me?"

Elias's smile faded. He looked at her with an expression she couldn't quite read—sympathy, perhaps, or concern.

"That," he said quietly, "is the question that brought you here in the first place."

Why had she been brought here? What was the meaning of the name that had settled so easily into her being? And why did she feel an inexplicable sense of purpose thrumming beneath her skin?

She didn't have the answers yet.

But she intended to find them.

As they approached the outskirts of Solmira, Elias stopped and turned to her. "A word of advice, Lyra. In Solmira, knowledge is currency. Be careful what you share, and more careful still about what you seek. Not all answers lead to peace."

With that cryptic warning, he gestured toward a narrow path that wound its way toward one of the great bridges leading to the floating city.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Lyra took a deep breath, gazing up at the impossible city that waited. No, she wasn't ready. How could anyone be ready for something like this? But she had no choice.

"Yes," she said, stepping forward. "I'm ready."


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