Author's Note: So, this is my very first fan fiction! I am really excited for people to read and hopefully enjoy my writing! I promise you there is a lot of action down the track. I was kinda stuck as how to do this one, but next chapter it all starts following so I hope you all keep reading on into the other chapters! I am always open to feedback, so please review! And if you're reading this, thank you very much! :)
Chapter One: Aslans Spark.
It was the coldest day in England that winter. The trees on my father's estate rustled fiercely in the harsh, icy winds. And the rain was never ending. That day I had planned to take a trip into the country to visit one of my father's oldest friends. I walked around my confines for the day rather aimlessly and very bored. I heard my mother's gramophone playing and walked into her sitting room.
"There's my darling Alexea. Come and dance!" she said taking my hands and pulling me in to the middle of the room.
"Mother, I don't know how to dance," I exclaimed and giggled quite childishly.
"You're nearly seventeen, you need to learn before a suitor asks you for a dance and you stumble over his feet," she giggled back whilst placing her hand on my waist and my hand on her shoulder.
"I'll never get married! I'll stay and dance with you forever!" I yelled with absolute glee. And for hours we danced. We danced the waltz, the foxtrot and many other all while they rain pelted away in rhythm with the music that was flowing out of the gramophone.
After we danced, I found myself in the library. I sorted my way through the books until I came across my absolute favourite. It was a gift given to me by father's friend, Professor Kirke. It was a story called Narnia. A land not known by many, and that it not a part of Earth. He traveled there by using his uncle's magical rings. Of course, I don't believe it as much as I used too as a child, but every now and again I wish I could be magically transported there on the dreariest days.
I found myself pulling the book out of the shelf and sitting down on the window seat. I opened the book and started to read the Professors story and marveled at the illustrations that went along with it. I soon found myself staring at the portrait of Aslan, his golden mane almost looked as if it were blowing in the wind. I stroked the mane and whispered, "How I wish I could see you and run my hands through your mane."
Suddenly, I heard a roar and a tingling sensation run up my arm. I felt the warm breeze on my face and stared at the book in disbelief. In shock, I placed the book back on the shelf and ran to my room ignoring the looks I was given by our servants. I was used to getting looks as a dark skinned girl living the life that a fair girl usually would. I sat down at my vanity and undid my braid. I noticed that my almost back hair had now developed golden streaks like the colours of Aslans mane.
"It can't be. None of that just happened. You know it did, stop trying to deny it; he's calling you. He is not; it's just a story Professor Kirke had written for me. Well then how does that explain those rings you saw in his study? This is weird. Agreed," I said arguing with myself.
I suddenly saw snow covered tress appear and reappear in my window. It might've of been winter, but I have never had any trees outside my window. I turned to face it, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing anything. And then they stopped disappearing and became a clear image, I walked over with my hand reaching outwards, trying the find the surface of my window, but it was gone.
"Oh my Aslan," I paused in disbelief, "it is real." I took a moment to deliberate what I was going to do. I walked over to my closet and pulled out my riding boots and pants and a shirt. I changed out of my dress and put them on. I braided my hair and placed it in a bun. Without anymore hesitation, I buttoned up my jacket and stepped into the snow covered forest. I had only walked a few steps into Narnia before I was surrounded by a pack of very ferocious wolves.