Into the Jaws of Danger

As Lyra and the little girl ventured deeper into the forest, the trees seemed to close in around them, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Suddenly, they came upon two rivers, both of which flowed with a deep, crimson liquid.

"What do I do now?" Lyra thought aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The little girl, who had been quiet until now, looked up at Lyra with a confused expression. "The old lady said we were to find a blood-red river, not a red blood river. Which one could it be, little one?" Lyra asked, picking up the little girl and staring at her with a mixture of desperation and fear.