This is just a short story i wrote for school thing if you like it i will continue it if you don't i wont!! simple!!!! plez read it and review i wont to know what you think good or bad!!!

The prophesised child Lyra Belacqua is who the story refers to as "the girl".

Irock Byrnison lay on the freezing, muddy ground in the dark alleyway behind the inn. He lay thinking about his armour wondering if this little girl could really find out where it was. As he looked up at the sky he saw the aurora, its' colours dazzled him, gold the same shade as the armour he had once worn, his very soul, the crimsons the colour of the blood that he had once spilt as it fell onto the ice covered plain. He could stand it no longer ,he looked away and fell into a drunken slumber and dreamt back to his life in Svalbard...

Irock Byrnison turned to face the young bear Hjalmur Hjalmurson. His armour shone in the midday sun and reflected onto the flat snow plain. Irock turned to Eleya and looked into her fearful eyes,

"Do you have to?" she enquired, He simply replied "yes."

He turned to face his opponent, Hjalmurs' eyes gleamed ready to fight.

The two bears started prowling around in the snow, all of a sudden the bears leapt forward at the same time. Snow flew into the sky splattered a dark crimson by blood. The onlookers knew Irock would win, he always did, but Hjalmur was putting up a good fight although his arm had been wounded and was bleeding. The bears pulled apart, at this stage of the battle the loser would normally signal defeat but Hjalmur kept going.

The crowd gasped, sometimes a bear would persevere if he was not losing to bad. Hjalmur had no chance of winning yet he continued to fight! Eleya stood watching ,she couldn't take it, why didn't he give up? She turned away, Bears have strong hearts but she could not bear this one sided fight. Hjalmur was now lying on the ground breathing heavily,

"Do you surrender?" roared Irock. Hjalmur looked at Irock, he was hardly hurt and only a little out of breath, then he looked at Eleyas' face in the crowd and then at Irock again, without warning he lunged at Irock. Irock took one swing at his neck and it was over.

Hjalmur fell down dead.

The Bears in the crowd gasped. Irock looked down at the crumpled figure. Why hadn't he surrendered? He felt sick, he had killed plenty of things in his time but never one of his own kind. He looked up just in time to see two bears grab him and drag him to the gates of Svalbard with all the bears following in a mighty procession a sea of white.

When they reached the gates they stopped and a cumbersome bear named Iofur Ranison stood up "Fellow bears," he bellowed, "this bear Irock Byrnison Has just killed Hjalmur Hjalmurson in a battle that needn't have ended in death! Irock Byrnison was once our prince but he has disgraced us! He is to be exiled and I am to be your new king!" the crowd roared in consent. "Strip him of his armour," directed Iofur, the on lookers gasped, for a bear's armour is his soul.

Once he was stripped of his armour Ifour stood up again "Leave this place and if you return you shall not reach theses gates alive!" He snarled. Irock turned and walked for hours, then finally not caring whether he lived or died he lay down in the bitter snow and slept.

Irock woke in the alleyway behind the inn, cold and quivering from his drunken dream. He looked into the sky and made a decision to help the gypsies. It was not the gypsies that inspired him to help but this little girl. He didn't know what it was but he felt some thing about her when she told him she could get his armour back. Yes, tomorrow I will have my armour he thought, and lay down and fell asleep with hope for the first time in for many months.

plez review it and tell me if you like it or if you didn't!!!!!!!!!!!