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"Are you sure about this, Helena?" Maya asks as they fly above the decimated lands of the kingdom.
"I'm sure! No one will notice!" She smiles, sure that everything will go as planned.
"I don't even need to look for it anymore. I still have my own lyre."
"What are you talking about? That was the lyre of your mother that you kept safe for a long time, right? Why are you giving up now?"
"Because. . . I don't wanna cause more trouble. Aunt Letitia told me that."
"We're not looking for trouble. We're 'looking' for that lyre."
Helena with her hawk eyes searches for the lyre. It was white and blue so it's a little hard searching through the debris. There is so much to look at and the odds are great that it's destroyed now. If not, then it could be buried in the debris. And they couldn't possibly search under every wreck.