The Crimson Prophecy
Lyra POV
The message from my sister burned in my hand like it was made of fire. I couldn't stop reading it over and over, each word cutting deeper than the last.
"We need to see Morgana," Jason said, pacing his room like a caged wolf. "She knows more about the prophecy than she's told us."
I nodded, still staring at the paper. "She said I was the Blood Bridge. But what does that really mean?"
"That's what we're going to find out."
Twenty minutes later, we stood in Morgana's tower. The old witch sat surrounded by floating books and glowing crystals, her ancient eyes studying a map covered in red marks.
"You've come about the message," she said without looking up.
"How did you.." I started.
"Child, I'm eight hundred years old. I know when darkness stirs." Morgan
