Lyra’s POV

I waited, my head was sweaty, I never thought I would die like this.

Would I see him again before I die?

"What will become of me before my death?"

I asked myself as I sat in the dark cell, relying only on my eyesight to see in the dark. In five hours, I'll be brought out of this cell to the killer's block, and thousands will come out to watch me die.

It was a barbaric prize that hadn't been taken down for centuries, and I dreaded it.

Then I heard it, the sound of my gates ...