His Dark Materials Book Four: The Shadow Globe
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Chapter One
There was a slight rumbling as the plane pulled away from the gate. Will Parry leaned back in his seat and gazed out of the window. He was preoccupied: he barely noticed when the flight attendants started to come down the aisle telling passengers to pay attention to the safety demonstration that would be taking place on the small TV screens attached to the screens in front of them shortly. On his lap, Kirijava was restless too. She shifted from foot, cleaning first one paw then that.
At last she couldn't take the tension. "Will," she murmured, careful not to startle him. They had long since mastered the art of talking to each other while other people were about. It had to be done discreetly, particularly on the part of Will who had to be careful not to move his lips too much.
"What?" he replied, careful to keep looking out of the window.
"Why are you doing this? You know what the Angel said – we weren't supposed to go looking for windows. We're supposed to build the Republic of Heaven. And now you're-"
"If I hadn't heard about that strange anomaly Dr. Fletcher described, I'd agree with you. But if I'm right and this is a window, could we honestly live with ourselves if we didn't take this chance?" Will said heatedly, which wasn't his style at all. Kirijava knew what had brought on the unusual show of passion. It was the possibility that had just gone unspoken, the possibility that they might finally be reunited with Lyra and Pan.
"You're abandoning your education! And besides, Lyra and Pan have probably gone on with their lives now. Even if we did find them, what's to say that she isn't married with children by now?"
Will scoffed. "Married? With children? At nineteen?"
Kirijava scowled. "You know how old fashioned her world is."
"We've never been there. We don't know. And besides, I find it hard to imagine Lyra as the sort to jump into something like that." In spite of himself Will scowled. He was arguing with his own fears as much as Kirijava's doubts. Ever since the faintest possibility of meeting Lyra again had come to his attention fear had been plaguing his mind. What is she didn't love him?
"Flight attendants, please be seated for takeoff," came a voice of the loudspeakers. "We will be departing for the United States shortly."
Their conversation ended, and Will's thoughts turned to his plan for what to do when they got there. They would arrive in the airport in Phoenix, Arizona where he would rent a car and stock up on supplies before traveling to an off-road vehicle place he had found online. From there he would rent yet another vehicle before traveling off into the desert in search of the precise longitude and latitude Dr. Fletcher had told him. With luck, he would be stepping out of his own world and into another within the next two days. He could hardly wait.
Kirijava jumped off Will's lap and crawled under the seat. She needed to be alone, to think. She hadn't told Will what she herself knew, and she was now constantly wrestling with herself. She knew that the Angels hadn't closed all of the windows, that they hadn't even been able (as they'd claimed) to close the ones made my nature. They'd lied to the two children. The Angel had explained as the two children lay wrapped in each other's embrace that night, asleep, that Will and Lyra must never find out that windows had been left open. She had frightened them, saying that if they found each other again the worlds would be, once again, in mortal peril.
Kirijava shifted uncomfortably. She had sensed truth in the Angel's words but now, remembering the situation with more experience than she'd had at the time, she couldn't help thinking that there'd been a lot more the Angel hadn't told them.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. I know the first chapter was short: it is possible that many of my chapters will be because I'm so pressed for time at the moment. However, rest assured that they will be action packed :) Please review! Next chapter to be posted shortly, from Lyra's point of view.