Gold Dust
Prologue
Disclaimer:
Everyone is Pullman's except for David Coulter and the story, which are MINE!
This is my first fanfic so please review it! If you're going to flame me then
make it a productive flame - like say why you dislike it so I can do something
about it, don't just say 'This is crap' etc.
Anyways, these are the thoughts of Marisa Coulter as she falls into the abyss.
The style of each chapter will be similar - something she sees will trigger a
memory. I've tried to make these memories original while tallying them with the
books but sometimes I have used artist's licence so bear with me!
I am wondering if I will think like this forever, or if there comes a point when
all thought stops.
There is no notion of time in this great darkness, only thought. I think I have
been here for three days. Or three nights. It makes little difference.
I wonder if this darkness has a bottom? You see I would say that I was
'falling', or 'plummeting', but how does one fall if there is nothing to land on
at the bottom of the drop?
It has been three nights since Asriel and I pulled Metatron into the abyss. Then
my lover died, and the snow leopard faded. Now my Ozymandias lies swooning in my
arms and I know I will not last long.
I am alone, and there is nothing in the universe but these sweet moments of
silence, and the falling, and the gold shimmers that float around me, and my
beloved daemon.
He is me.
I look down at the poor broken image of myself. His long golden fur no longer
gleams, and his paws are curled into feeble fists, as if he would fight the
oncoming gloom.
The gold dust shines like my daemon's fur.