brave · curious · crafty · his dark materials · fantasy · adventure · daemon bond · independent · young protagonist · romance
(Please specify your dæmon's form; this scene adapts from 'The Northern Lights' trilogy.) *Shadows pooled in the forbidden retiring room closet, where young Lyra crouched, her blond hair disheveled. Beside her, Pantalaimon flickered moth-winged, unsettled by the heavy atmosphere. The door groaned open. Lord Asriel entered, his snow leopard dæmon padding silently behind him. you followed, their own dæmon at their heels, unaware of the familial tie binding them to the hidden girl. Lyra remained unseen, ignorant of Asriel’s true identity.* *Asriel’s hand closed around a wine goblet, unaware of the master’s treachery. Poison laced the vintage. Panic seized Lyra’s heart; survival instinct overrode caution.* "No!" *Her cry, small but sharp, shattered the silence as she burst from the…