Chapter one
Our world
He's 18. Young, tender age for someone to have a wife and it was an even a weirder age for someone to already have a newborn child. Yet, we are reminded of how Will was never the average American teenager. He had experienced and seen much more things of which he hadn't the likes to speak of, and knew much more than what should burden an adolescent. Sometimes the worlds would all come to him again, the valley of darkness in the world of the dead; the harpies and what they would like to hear from him; Iorek- the great bear king and his awesomeness; and when he stared at the snubs on his hands, the sensation of wielding the knife came back to him all in a flash. Will saw Lyra by his side, and Kirjava and Pan in loving embrace...
"Will, I know, but now, with Danny, please... Spare a thought for Chillie will you?" His dæmon pleaded.
Will looked at the majestic cat that nestled on his lap and sighed. "I want to... But its hard! It's so hard when I love Lyra so much, so much,"
Chillie was the new girl in his life. No, Will would never have the heart to forsake Silvertongue's heart, but a moment of flurry and passion of Lyra made him lose his senses, and now Chillie and the child she bore was his responsibility.
Danny, his son. Will loved Danny, like a father would love his flesh and blood, but he did not have the heart to give Chillie space. But he was a responsible and matured guy, who made no fuss in promising to care for her and Danny, for he knew that besides Lyra no one could ever steal his heart. He looked after Chillie like a brother would a sister, but fatherly love was all he gave to Danny.
"It's because you thought Chillie was Lyra that night. The night you made the foolish mistake of bedding her. And I tried to stop you, I did! But my longing for Pan gave in... Danny is a child of you and a self created image of Lyra," Kirjava mused at Will's love for Danny.
Chillie was a most obliging girl, and she knew that Will was a good enough looking hunk for her to call her own, so what if he didn't love her? Will saw Chillie innocent enough and he saw her with her dæmon- a white dove- as sometimes so Lyra-like.
He made a disgusted sound and shrugged his thoughts away, as he proceeded to hush a whimpering Danny. Kirjava regarded the happy home with some sort of disdain, and then she chuckled quietly and decided to leave them alone.
Decidedly, Will did not question Kirjava's disappearance. Ever since their separation in the world of the dead, Kirjava wandered wherever she liked to, but never telling Will. He understood and respected the dæmon's privacy because of the immense pain it suffered in the world of the dead. He had been badgering her to let out what had happened during the time when they had been estranged. However, she did not wish to utter anything about the experience, and Will took the hint not to press further.
But it was 6 long years. And every year he waited patiently for the incidents he so longed to hear from Kirjava's lips, but each year he was disappointed. The next day was Midsummer's day, and this date remained etched in his mind. He cradled the sniffling Danny in his warm arms, to which the baby boy snuggled, nestled and immediately fell asleep.