Lyra lay on her bed, weak, she couldn't move. Her skin was pale and her lips were dry. Every breath she took sounded hard and painful

The old healer knelt beside her. Her hands glowed as she pressed them on Lyra’s chest. The light shook a little, like it didn’t want to stay. The healer's eyes looked sad, she was sweating despite the weather.

Kieran stood close, he looked tense and deep down he was scared. He didn’t say anything for a long time and his sword was still in his hand with ...