Editing The Lioness (Warhammer High) (section)

==Epilogue==
As the second week after the accident start, Lyra felt that things had finally come to a close. Almost. Much had happened in the past weekend for her, but Imperator High remained the same. The large structure was as busy as ever as classes ended that Monday afternoon. Thousands of students made their way out of the giant maw that was the entrance to the school, leaving the majority of the building's hallways empty.

Mostly empty, as Lyra remained inside. There was one last piece of business to complete.

“You sure he is going to show up?” Freya asked beside her. She nodded carefully as she looked over at her friend. Freya seemed impatient as they waited by her locker, fidgeting in place several in the past five minutes.

“Stay calm, your father won’t ground you again so soon after lifting the previous punishment.”

“I’m not taking that risk,” said Freya.  Lyra chuckled at the idea. “So where is WD? And what about your bike?”

“I wanted WD to stay at home for a bit, get some rest. He doesn’t look like he needs it but I don’t want anything else to happen to him. Cypher is going to have a chat with the chapter’s tech priests and design a safer model for myself, probably from the ground up to be sure that it will be the best they can make for my usage.”

“Handmade jetbike? Aren’t you the lucky one.”

“After this past week, I wouldn’t believe it,” Lyra muttered back. They had a long conversation earlier in the day of what happened to Felix and herself. She had yet to see him once since Saturday night, meaning he was taking the danger very seriously.

Several moments of silence passed between the two before Freya spoke up, seeming a bit nervous as she spoke. “You didn’t mention details about the fight to your dad did you?”

Lyra knew immediately what she was talking about and shook her head. “All I told him is that we began to fight, caught you off guard and knocked you out. Nothing about nearly killing me.”

Freya shrugged. “You didn’t knock me out. I just felt falling backwards put me in a better position.” She smiled at her and Lyra shook her head, not wanting to have this argument years down the line on how the battle had went. Thankfully, her guest had arrived a minute later than he should have.

Freya immediately tensed up as their target came around the corner down the long hallway. Beside him was a large student with short blonde hair. They stood side by side at the other end of the hallway, looking at them as they did the same. Seconds passed as they began to move forward, a move mimicked by Freya and herself. As they closed the gap, she could note Freya’s fist clenching slowly.

“Easy, not looking for a fight,” Lyra whispered to her.

A few feet apart they stopped, face to face for the first time.

“Isaac Durn I take it?” she asked the shorter one of the two. He nodded, moving forward slightly to close the gap even further. Freya immediately stepped in front of Lyra, blocking her from him. The large student beside Isaac also did the same move, and the two bodyguards locked eyes, neither backing down.

“Freya, stop!” Lyra commanded, and her cousin could only growl in response. “Your companion must be brave to challenge someone like Freya.”

Isaac laughed at that, slapping his friend on the back in a friendly gesture. “He’s Mordian. I don’t think he knows the meaning of fear.”

Lyra smiled at that, finally pushing past Freya towards Isaac. He did the same as they were only two feet apart, looking each other over. The bodyguards, seemingly useless, backed off to their original positions and waited patiently for the deal to complete.

He was as tall as herself and had unkempt brown hair. For the most part, he looked as normal as the majority of students that went to Imperator, but something about him stood him apart from the rest. She couldn’t quite tell what it was, but she felt that this was not the violent person she was told he was.

“Lady Lyra, I have something of yours.” He reached into his pocket and produced a small pin. He reached out to her and laid it in the cup of his hand, waiting for her to pick it up. Carefully, she grabbed the gold jewelry and looked it over once. The engraved drawings inside were as she remembered it. It was as real as she could tell without some further verification.

“Why didn’t you bring this to me when you found it?” she asked him. He looked at her for a brief moment and sighed.

“Considering the rumors that follow me of my past, I doubt you would let the issue go at the time.”

She nodded slowly, looking at the pin as she knew it would be true. “Unfortunately true. I am sorry if this has stressed you at all.”

He laughed loudly at that, shaking his head. “You were the one who went on a date with that asshole Felix. I feel sorry for you, really.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “Don’t worry. He got what was coming to him.” He nodded at that. She looked at him over once more. “So are the rumors true? Are you a gang member back on Praetoria?”

He smirked at that, shaking his head. “You think the authorities would let a person with a violent record into this school with some of the most important teenagers in the galaxy?”

Lyra nearly smacked herself, wondering why she hadn’t thought of that herself. “Of course not.”

He paused and took a step back. “I guess since this is done and all...” he started, but she raised a hand, making him pause in place.

“Wait, Isaac. Since we seem indebted into each other, how about we find a way to close this issue once and for all?”

He stared at her for a moment. “Go on.”

“I know this cafe near my district. Would you have a drink with me?”

His expression did not change as he again took his time in answering. Freya and the Mordian seemed shocked, looking at her and then to each other as if they had heard incorrectly. Eventually, Isaac grinned and nodded.

“Sure. Want a ride?”

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