Nephilim and Lyra are not dolls or even the typical toys, but rather they are framed pictures that I treat like toys. I often have made up many stories in my mind about them, but I'm only going to tell the most common and accurate one. I won't bother to explain their personalities, because the story explains them well enough...

Nephilim’s Friend Lyra

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Nephilim. She always looked so cute, and she wore a pretty pink dress. Nephilim lived in a small house out on a beautiful countryside.

Nephilim rarely went outside, however, because all the other children in her world, which had only children and no grown-ups in it, hated her. If Nephilim ever even left her house’s property, a lot of other children would come and throw eggs at her.

Nephilim was always very sad, and she often cried a lot. She greatly wished she had a friend. Since she couldn’t leave her property, Nephilim had to get food from apple trees that lived in her yard. She also got water from a small pond in the back of her yard. Nephilim wasn’t happy, but she managed to live and survive in her life.

Nephilim was also very gentle and had a kind heart. Nephilim did not eat meat, and she loved to help injured animals. And although she was never thanked for it, if another child was in danger, Nephilim would help them get to safety.

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            And then there was Lyra. Lyra was a very playful little girl. Lyra wore a pretty light-blue dress, and a heavy winter jacket, all year around. The jacket gave Lyra the ability to keep other children nice and warm, whenever she hugged them or snuggled with them.

            Lyra often liked to play on the playground. One day, Lyra bumped her head on a hard, metal pole while she was playing there. Lyra let out a loud yelp, then fell on the ground.

            Lyra couldn’t get herself up, so she closed her eyes and started to cry. Bur before long, Lyra heard a voice say, “Need some help?”

            Lyra opened her eyes, and saw a cute little girl in a pink dress standing before her.

            “Yes, please!” replied Lyra.

            “Okay!” said the little girl in the pink dress as she helped Lyra stand up.

            “Thank you!” said Lyra.

            “You’re welcome!” replied the little girl in the pink dress.

            And in a flash, the little girl in the pink dress was gone.

            “I forgot to ask her name!” thought Lyra.

*  *  *

            The next day, Lyra heard a loud whistling sound which meant she was being summoned to a meeting with all the other children.

            “I wonder what it’s about,” thought Lyra as she went to the meeting place.

            When Lyra arrived, all the children spoke to her at once.

            “Lyra!” they all shouted. “There is this little girl who is a bully! She is mean to everyone and everything near her! She wears a pink dress.

            “That description seems awfully familiar to me,” Lyra thought.

            “She must be stopped!” the other children went on. “We must pillage and destroy her home! She lives in a pretty-looking countryside, in a small house. Will you destroy her home for us, Lyra?”

            Lyra paused and thought for a moment.

            “Yes, I will,” said Lyra.

            “Okay then!” said the other children. “Soon Nephilim’s house will be gone! She’ll have no place to live and she will starve!”

            “That’s just what you all think!” thought Lyra. “Nephilim must be the little girl in the pink dress who helped me! I’d better go and see her, and make sure she’s alright! The others will never know that I didn’t believe their lies! I mean, Nephilim a bully? Come on! She helped me!”

*  *  *

            Nephilim was relaxing in her house when she heard a knock on her front door. She’d never had anyone come to her door before, so she thought it might be a trick and decided not to open. But the knocking continued, and was followed by a voice yelling, “NEPHILIM!”

            Nephilim still didn’t want to answer.

            “It’s okay, Nephilim. I won’t hurt you!” the voice said. “I just want to talk with you!”

            Deciding to take the risk, Nephilim opened the door. Lyra was there, and she walked inside.

“Hi, Nephilim,” said Lyra. “It’s me, Lyra! I’m the one you helped on the playground, and your help has not been forgotten! The other children sent me to destroy your home, telling me that you were mean. But I didn’t believe those lies one bit! So thank you, Nephilim!”

Nephilim’s heart now had a happy feeling inside that she had never felt before.

Lyra went on, “Nephilim, will you be my friend?”

“Do you really mean that? Of course!” replied Nephilim.

And so Nephilim and Lyra were friends. They ran around, played games like tag, giggled together, snuggled and talked. At one point Lyra was feeling worried, so she asked, “Do you think the other children will hate me now, Nephilim?”

“Don’t worry, Lyra,” replied Nephilim. “We’ll convince them to be kinder.”

“Really?” asked Lyra?

“Of course!” replied Nephilim. “As friends, we can do anything!”

Lyra now felt reassured, and Nephilim was tickled pink as ever to have her first friend.