Chapter 1: A Midsummer's Day
Will Parry looked at the gate. His grey eyes focussing on the spot he knew Lyra was. Not in this world not a distance away, but right next to him in a place of space and time. Praying he would get a glimpse of that dark blond hair, and those clear pale blue eyes. The face of the girl he loved.
Will knew it would bear no fruit; He had looked at that spot every day for the last 9 years, ever since he was a boy, and never got closer to her then man was to perfection. Will was no longer a 12 year old boy he was a man, tall, well muscled, with jet black hair cut close to his head, he was a doctor at 21 well respected, a wealthy man, desired by any women he met. He should have been happy, but he wasn't. Will was never truly happy.
"Will" said his daemon Kirjava "You have an appointment to make." Will smiled at his cat daemon, she was only one of three beings that could make him do so, Kirjava was a large cat, about 3 times the size of a normal cat, with his own stormy grey eyes, and fur that was so many different shades, and you could try and count them for years.
"Yes" he replied "Kirjava, Do you think that she is there" It was a question he asked every time, and every time he asked he got the same replay "Yes" she said in that silky voice "But Will we need to stop doing this you are just making it hurt more"
He turned angry at the thought "You think I can stop and forget what happened to me and her" He showed his hand to her, his scared hand, the hand of the wielder of the Subtle Knife. "I can't forget" he started to sob "I have tried, I drink, I try to pretend it was fake, but I can't"
Kirjava jumped upon her shoulder, light for all her size, and licked his tears away. Will took comfort in that but still felt a sadness down to his heart.
"Well it's time to go" Will said and was about to turn, and if he fully turned this adventure wouldn't have had beginning, but as his back was nearly turned he saw, out of the corner of his eye he saw a shimmer. Will turned he knew this shimmer but he never thought of seeing it again in his life time.
There was a clang and a large double bladed knife, with mish-mached sides. It was short, with a rosewood handle, engraved in golden scroll work, inside a black sheathe. Before he touched it he knew what it was, he knew the look, the feel, and he looked through the window.
At first all he saw was a mix of red-gold and dark gold. Then a Pine-Martin darted into his arms, and a girl with dark blonde ran into his embrace. "Will" she muttered softly and for the first time in years William Johnathon Parry was happy.
