Chapter 2
The Lightning Charm
"Lyra! Run!" the master called to a girl with sleek blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and a charming body. "Lyra! Take Pantalaimon and get out of here!"
"Why?" She called back. Her face showed an expression she'd learnt from Will three years ago.
"The Angels who have been captured by the item we were discussing, are attacking to earn their freedom!" the old man yelled back
The girl got the message and exited the great hall she was in. she sprinted down corridor after corridor until she got to her room. She quickly looked out the window. The thatched cottage next to the collage was on fire and flames were starting to leap onto the roofs of the great building she was in. She looked around a room and set her eyes on a old moss-eaten chest, and told her dæmon, Pantalaimon:
"One last try before we leave Pan-"
"No Lyra! We're wasting time-"
"just a second. I'll be quick"
She opened a chest and took out a object in a back velvet cloth. A golden Compass. The alenthiometer could answer any questions. But most of the time, it confused you.
"What are you going to ask Lyra?" a pine martyr jumped onto her bed and spoke clearly
"I'm going to ask if Will had arrived yet"
She turned the three dials on the instrument and balls of sweat trickled down her face. She made three arrows point to the globe, for destination. the anchor, for hope and finally, the Sun for truth. She focused her mind and stared at the compass in front of her and kept on repeating the question;
Where is Will?
Eventually she laid the Alenthiometer down and sighed. "I can't read it. It's too confusing. I still need more practice."
Pantalaimon sighed like Lyra.
"Well! We need to get out of here," Pan said quickly. Lyra agreed and they left the room. Carrying the velvet rapped bundle in her white rucksack.
They ran down the staircase and nearly slipped on the polished marble floor. Once they regained balance, they sped off. They reached the main door and found glowing objects in the sky.
"Angels!" Lyra whispered
"Avoid them! They are attacking us remember" Pan said reassuringly.
They ran down the stone and moss eaten steps and onto the road. They looked round at the scene around them.
They ran on towards the Botanic Garden and unlocked it with the key she had got from the master. She sprinted down to the other end of the garden. The sharp bushes were ripping her skirt as she ran by. When she got half way there, a sound made her stop. A mighty creak. She looked to her left and saw a tree falling towards her. And she let out a scream. It echoed back as something different
"Lyra!"
Don't worry Lyra! I'm here! You will be OK now you hear me?
Lyra opened her eyes slowly and found herself lying on her own bed. She could tell this was not a dream because of the pain.
Lyra and Pan heard footsteps outside her room and the door opened to show Will standing there holding a bowl of water.
"Will!" she gasped but Will came and sat down next to her and held his finger to her lips
"Shhh! You're badly hurt. That tree could've killed you!" he spoke in his calm voice as if nothing was wrong.
She studied him for a minute and realised the trouble he went through to help her free. Blood was trickling down his head and his mouth was cut too. His clothes were covered in wet brown mud. Nevertheless, she still loved him just like before.
She tried to move and sit up but realised that she couldn't. Blood was on her leg, her head and her breast. Pan was sitting next to her. Curled up. And Kirjava was licking his wounds.
"You must be hungry" Will said eventually. He dipped his hand into his pocket and when she thought he reached something, his eyes widened. As if in shock.
"Well, well, well. Long time no see." and he took out a red fruit from his pocket. Lyra gave him her warm smile and he kissed her in return. "Now you just rest OK?"
"OK" Lyra replied
"I've got to speak to someone. See you later" and at that he left the room.
Will walked down the marble stairs towards the retiring room. He knocked and a elderly voice responded
"Come in Mr. Parry"
Will opened the door silently. He was staring into the Master's welcoming face, but he was worried.
"I'm here. Now what did you want to tell me Mr.-"
"Call me Mark. The Master name gets on my nerves." He cut Will's sentence.
"Oh"
"You have protected Lyra as much as you can and I feel you deserve you know the truth." Will nodded to say he understood. "Well, God, as some people called him, had left a valuable possession in his mighty clouded mountain."
"I thought the mountain collapsed after he fell-"
"That is what we all thought."
When Will and Lyra were on their boat trip back to Cittagazza, Xaphaia told them that all the windows were closed. Also she had entioned that the Authorities' mountain fortress had collapsed. Or so they presumed.
"The Possession he left was a Amulet. One with indescribable power. It was called, The Lightning Charm"…
The Lightning Charm
"Lyra! Run!" the master called to a girl with sleek blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and a charming body. "Lyra! Take Pantalaimon and get out of here!"
"Why?" She called back. Her face showed an expression she'd learnt from Will three years ago.
"The Angels who have been captured by the item we were discussing, are attacking to earn their freedom!" the old man yelled back
The girl got the message and exited the great hall she was in. she sprinted down corridor after corridor until she got to her room. She quickly looked out the window. The thatched cottage next to the collage was on fire and flames were starting to leap onto the roofs of the great building she was in. She looked around a room and set her eyes on a old moss-eaten chest, and told her dæmon, Pantalaimon:
"One last try before we leave Pan-"
"No Lyra! We're wasting time-"
"just a second. I'll be quick"
She opened a chest and took out a object in a back velvet cloth. A golden Compass. The alenthiometer could answer any questions. But most of the time, it confused you.
"What are you going to ask Lyra?" a pine martyr jumped onto her bed and spoke clearly
"I'm going to ask if Will had arrived yet"
She turned the three dials on the instrument and balls of sweat trickled down her face. She made three arrows point to the globe, for destination. the anchor, for hope and finally, the Sun for truth. She focused her mind and stared at the compass in front of her and kept on repeating the question;
Where is Will?
Eventually she laid the Alenthiometer down and sighed. "I can't read it. It's too confusing. I still need more practice."
Pantalaimon sighed like Lyra.
"Well! We need to get out of here," Pan said quickly. Lyra agreed and they left the room. Carrying the velvet rapped bundle in her white rucksack.
They ran down the staircase and nearly slipped on the polished marble floor. Once they regained balance, they sped off. They reached the main door and found glowing objects in the sky.
"Angels!" Lyra whispered
"Avoid them! They are attacking us remember" Pan said reassuringly.
They ran down the stone and moss eaten steps and onto the road. They looked round at the scene around them.
They ran on towards the Botanic Garden and unlocked it with the key she had got from the master. She sprinted down to the other end of the garden. The sharp bushes were ripping her skirt as she ran by. When she got half way there, a sound made her stop. A mighty creak. She looked to her left and saw a tree falling towards her. And she let out a scream. It echoed back as something different
"Lyra!"
Don't worry Lyra! I'm here! You will be OK now you hear me?
Lyra opened her eyes slowly and found herself lying on her own bed. She could tell this was not a dream because of the pain.
Lyra and Pan heard footsteps outside her room and the door opened to show Will standing there holding a bowl of water.
"Will!" she gasped but Will came and sat down next to her and held his finger to her lips
"Shhh! You're badly hurt. That tree could've killed you!" he spoke in his calm voice as if nothing was wrong.
She studied him for a minute and realised the trouble he went through to help her free. Blood was trickling down his head and his mouth was cut too. His clothes were covered in wet brown mud. Nevertheless, she still loved him just like before.
She tried to move and sit up but realised that she couldn't. Blood was on her leg, her head and her breast. Pan was sitting next to her. Curled up. And Kirjava was licking his wounds.
"You must be hungry" Will said eventually. He dipped his hand into his pocket and when she thought he reached something, his eyes widened. As if in shock.
"Well, well, well. Long time no see." and he took out a red fruit from his pocket. Lyra gave him her warm smile and he kissed her in return. "Now you just rest OK?"
"OK" Lyra replied
"I've got to speak to someone. See you later" and at that he left the room.
Will walked down the marble stairs towards the retiring room. He knocked and a elderly voice responded
"Come in Mr. Parry"
Will opened the door silently. He was staring into the Master's welcoming face, but he was worried.
"I'm here. Now what did you want to tell me Mr.-"
"Call me Mark. The Master name gets on my nerves." He cut Will's sentence.
"Oh"
"You have protected Lyra as much as you can and I feel you deserve you know the truth." Will nodded to say he understood. "Well, God, as some people called him, had left a valuable possession in his mighty clouded mountain."
"I thought the mountain collapsed after he fell-"
"That is what we all thought."
When Will and Lyra were on their boat trip back to Cittagazza, Xaphaia told them that all the windows were closed. Also she had entioned that the Authorities' mountain fortress had collapsed. Or so they presumed.
"The Possession he left was a Amulet. One with indescribable power. It was called, The Lightning Charm"…