Lyra's Point of View

The message changed everything. It was a line in the sand of our reality, a declaration of war that was both scary and clear. The vague, existential fear that had been bothering us for months now had a name and a face: the Others, who had no face and only one goal. They didn't want our world. They wanted the key that would let them in. They wanted my kid.

Our home had turned into a fortress, and it felt less like a safe place and more like a gilded cage. Every shadow ...