I don't own the Golden Compass, or His Dark Materials. If I did, I would be Philip Pullman. Which I'm not.
Silver Blade
I struggled and fought, but the men holding me were too strong. They bundled me into one side of the cage, then threw Ansh in the other as is he were something dirty and unpleasant. I shouted and lunged at the men outside, but they simply pulled down the side of the cage, trapping me and Ansh. I yelled again and beat the sides of the cage. The men were muttering and one was peering through the mesh at me. I threw myself at him and he reeled back, clutching his face. He walked to the control panel, and, glaring at me furiously, pulled a large lever down.
Pain blossomed in my chest. I cried out, and Ansh was leopard shaped, roaring and slashing the cage with his massive claws. It did no good. The light was creeping down the mesh that separated us, slowly severing the link between us. I cried out again and again, calling Ansh's name, feeling the pain as my heart was split in two. Ansh shifted into a puppy, his weakest and most vulnerable form. The light reached the bottom of the cage, and the pain was unbearable. I screamed, and Ansh howled, and then it was over. The light faded. The pain went, to be replaced by a feeling of emptiness, and hollowness. The side of the cage I had been leaning on was raised, but I hardly noticed. I gently fell sideways, toppling onto the floor. Ansh flopped down, onto my chest, and shifted into a lynx. I felt no flicker. His fur was soft, and his lynx form had always been my favourite. He curled up against me, rubbing his head against my chin. I let out a small smile, as did he. As my sight dimmed, the last thing I ever saw was a brilliant flash of gold. Ansh, my daemon, dissolving into a thousand flakes of shimmering light.