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AN: Reviews are appreciated and this story will be updated regularly! I hope you enjoy! (Sorry this chapter is extremely short!)
Chapter 1 The Window
Will lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling in a dream like state...like he always did when alone. Thoughts ran through his mind a thousand miles an hour: Lyra, Iorek, Serafina, his mum and again Lyra. His black t-shirt creased and tattered but neither Will nor Kirjava, his cat daemon beside him cared. Outside, he could faintly hear Mary Malone humming a love tune, her daemon twittered along with her. He tried to smile but instead a tear fell down his cheek. It had been exactly a year since Lyra and him had to separate, a year since anything fun had happened. Sometimes the sixteen-year old wondered if it would have been better to just follow his love back to her world. But Kirjava, barely awake, growled at the end of the bed at the thought. Remember what you agreed! We must build our own republic of Heaven! She thought to him angrily, eyes blazing with fury for the first time Will had met her.
"Okay Kirjava...But do you ever wish that there could have been another way? Another way to stop the Dust leaking through to nothingness?" Will asked, sitting up straight and placing his hand on the silky pelt of his daemon. "Yes...Yes I do dear Will. But what is done is done. And anyway Midsummer's Day is nearly upon us! You will be with Lyra then" She replied wisely, her tail flicking, reminding Will a lot of his old cat, Mottie.
The boy just sighed a long almost painful sigh before standing up. "I am going for a walk...Care to join me?" "Nah, go ahead! I rather just pig out here" chuckled Kirjava. Will smiled and walked out of the house slowly, giving Mary a quick wave before heading out towards the nearby forest. Most daemons would have had no choice but to follow their companion out that door, but Will and Lyra were different. Like the witches, they had learnt a special skill while in the Land of the Dead. It let their daemons travel far from them and so could retrieve useful information. The forest was denser than any in Oxford, the dead leaves crunched under the weight of Will's boots and the birds in the trees above took to the air in fright
A little later, Will was leaned against an ancient Oak tree, gulping down water from his canteen and admiring the beautiful landscape before him. And then...he saw it. At the corner of his eye, Will could make out the most familiar thing on the world to him. A window hovering in mid air, in it were trees and mountains like the forest he stood in, but somehow much different. His mouth dropped and the canteen fell from his hands. It couldn't be...Had the angels forgotten about this window? He shook his head over and over, blinking his eyes several times, trying to wake himself up from this strange dream. But he was awake.He ran over to it eagerly, examining the edges, the back of it, which was invisible. Suddenly in the other world through the window, it began to pour rain, thunder and lightening.
A traveller passed the window, oblivious to it. And Will gasped out loud, padding after the poor looking traveller was a bear! It was a daemon, which meant that this could only be one world for sure.Lyra's world!