The Descendants.
18 YEARS LATER.
*PRESENT DAY°°NEW YORK CITY. TWENTY YEARS LATER
LYRA POV.
My life feels as if it's shrouded in mist and mysteries.
Who is a friend or foe?
I had no idea, or wait, is everyone around me a foe? .
I couldn't tell.
In the deep woods, gasping for breath and drenched...