The times are growing harder, for all of the worlds. In Lyra's world, the Armoured Bears and Witches grow anxious within the frozen wastelands of the north, where further south, dæmons grow fearful. Even in Will's World, people are beginning to feel anxious, though they are not sure why. A war is coming. A war that threatens to engulf all of the worlds. It is the war of the Authority and the Republic of Heaven, created by Lord Asriel himself to overthrow the monarchy of the Almighty. And thrown in the middle of this, are two children, destined to hold the greatest weapons known to all the worlds. So what will you do? Will you fight to defend the Authority, or join Lord Asriel to help bring about its destruction. Armies are mustering, and the time is drawing nearer. Every person makes a difference. What will your's be?
Lord Asriel has opened a bridge to the city seen in the aurora borealis, and he has taken it upon himself to travel to the city in the clouds. Accompanying him is Marisa Coulter, and together, they have travelled to the other worlds, leaving Lyra's World, perhaps for good. A furious Magisterium has excommunicated the both of them, and stripped Lord Asriel of his title, and his possessions in Lyra's World. The bridge itself is sealed, as the Magisterium is now struggling to prevent others from accessing it.
But Lord Asriel's act has triggered other anamolies in Lyra's World, as strange windows have opened everywhere. They are nearly invisible to the naked eye, but sightings of them have been reported, and they are growing in number.
Meanwhile, the Magisterium has to contend with a serious breach of security where a large group of Republican commandos have infiltrated the grounds of the College of St Jerome's. Stringent reviews are now being undertaken of the Magisterium's security measures.
And at Oxford, Ryan Whitman is testing something which could change the world as we speak...
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Words in italics indicate Father MacPhail communicating with his daemon, Blawi, telepathically.
Father MacPhail stepped out of the confession box and into the chapel. He had spent the better half of an afternoon performing the task of God, listening to the confessions of those who needed Enlightenment. Hearing about the plague of their Sin and seeing how close they were with their daemons disturbed him. How could no one see how dangerous these creatures were?
His own daemon, Blawi, sat on his right shoulder, her tongue tasting the air before scuttering over to his left. His Blawi was of course an exception. He was God's chosen representative to walk in this world, surely God would not give him a companion filled with Sin!
Still, he was also a Man, and there were moments when he wanted to satisfy his own urges, maybe even an heir . If only she could find someone who was deserving of his stature.
This was however, a delicate situation and even Doug, his personal assistant, would not be able to help. He would have to start vetting candidates on his own.
Father MacPhail approached the church pews, hands clasped behind his back and thought about this deeply as Blawi looked around.
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Marisa remained on her knees before the alter, as it was time for her afternoon prayer. She silently sighed to herself. She hardly actually prayed anymore. She would simply close her eyes, get into position, and she would think about all the things that troubled her. Many things came to mind, but a few of those things were often Lyra and Asriel.
Ozymandias stood, his eyes closed as well. The monkey held his head bowed like Marisa's as he listened to his human's thoughts. Sometimes she truly worried him and the daemon wished there was something he could do to help. She gazed up, her eyes slowly opening after a while. She had earlier heard footsteps approaching, but stayed still. Now she finally acted.
"Amen." she murmured, before standing up to her feet.