As she stepped out of the time portal, Lyra found herself standing right in the middle of a fierce confrontation. She could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her eyes.

It was the infamous face-off between Count Dooku and Sidious, and Yaddle was at the receiving end. The balance of force was on the brink of shifting.

Lyra, being a force-sensitive individual, could feel the devastating power of the dark side. But she also felt a strong call from the light side, pulling her towards Yaddle.

As Dooku advanced, Lyra braced herself, drawing strength from her own force. She knew she had to intervene, but she was unsure of the way.

In her hesitation, Dooku empowered by Sidious struck down Yaddle. Lyra screamed in dismay, tears welling up in her hazel eyes. The fight had taken its first casualty.

Lyra's body trembled with anger and grief at the loss that the galaxy was yet to understand. The bleak reality of her mission sank in, strengthening her resolve.

With newfound determination, Lyra focused on her force training. She would not let this death be in vain. She would make Dooku and Sidious pay.

Charging towards Dooku, she ignited her lightsaber. Her movements, guided by the force, were swift and precise. The air crackled with raw energy.

Dooku was shocked by this unexpected intervention, but he wasn't one to be easily deterred. He blocked Lyra’s attacks with ease as Sidious observed.

Despite her vigorous attempts, Lyra was unable to land a single blow. Dooku was far more experienced, and his mastery over the force was exceptional.

But Lyra wasn't disheartened. She noticed a slight falter in Dooku's defense and seized the opportunity. With a swift move, she disarmed him.

But before she could land a decisive strike, Sidious intervened. His unexpected attack sent Lyra flying across the field, crashing into a pile of debris.

Battered and bruised, she struggled to get up, but she didn’t allow the pain to overwhelm her. Her focus remained on the adversaries.

She watched as Sidious helped Dooku up and their triumphant laughter echoed through the battlefield. It stirred something inside her, fueling her force.

With grit and determination, she erected a force shield around her. Recovering her lightsaber, she charged at her foes with full force.

Dooku and Sidious braced themselves, and an intense battle ensued. The overwhelming energy of the fight was altering the very structure of the surrounding area.

Lyra fought with every fiber of her being. She wasn’t just fighting for herself or Yaddle anymore; she was fighting for the fate of the galaxy.

In a moment of surprise, she managed to wound Dooku. Sidious, realizing the threat she posed, attacked her with a powerful force lightning.

She absorbed the attack in her lightsaber and directed it back towards him. Sidious was thrown back, momentarily stunning him. This fight was far from over.

As the battle raged on, they were too engrossed to notice the time portal opening again. Lyra noticed it, her ticket back to where she belonged.

But before she could consider retreating, Dooku attacked, catching her off guard. She fell, the lightsaber slipping out of her hands.

She crawled, trying to reach her weapon, but Dooku was faster. In a swift move, he kicked the lightsaber away, out of her reach.

As Dooku raised his lightsaber for the final blow, Lyra closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate. The universe seemed to hold its breath.

Suddenly, the space around her warped, and she was thrown back into the time portal. She disappeared, leaving the battlefield behind.

She found herself back in her time, disoriented and battered, but alive. The memories of the battle were fresh, the feeling of loss, overwhelming.

Lyra knew she couldn’t change what had happened to Yaddle, but she had managed to disrupt Dooku and Sidious’s plan, causing uncertainty in their victory.

Her intervention would have consequences, ripples in time that would affect the future. As despair washed over her, she knew her fight was far from over.

With Yaddle’s sacrifice and the reality of what the galaxy was up against, Lyra found a new purpose. She would train harder, become stronger.

She knew the force was strong with her, but it needed refinement. It was clear she was destined for a greater purpose. It was her calling.

She realized that her journey was just beginning. In the face of darkness, Lyra was determined to be the beacon of hope the galaxy needed.

Despite the scars of the battle, she would stand tall, forever a symbol of courage against the darkness. And with that, Lyra began her true journey.

She was a symbol of hope and determination. She was the embodiment of the force itself. For the force was strong with Lyra, now more than ever.