The ship shook violently. Golden energy burst into the air, burning and warming Lyra at the same time. Metal tore apart. Alarms screamed.
Lyra ran back to the sleeping chamber. The others were still trapped in their pods.
"Wake up!" she shouted.
Her hands glowed with heat. The glass cracked and broke. One by one, she freed them.
The ship was falling.
They ran through collapsing halls until they reached emergency chutes. One by one, they slid down into the freezing air.
Lyra was last. As she fell, she saw the burning ship crash far away.
She hit the snow hard—but survived.
The land around them was already growing cold. Frost spread across trees and ground.
Winter had begun.