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THE LOST QUEEN

CHAPTER ONE

War raged on. People were dying here and there, blood trailing behind her. She didn't walk; she stalked, like an animal stalking its prey. The evil grey eyes scanning the area for any new target to take down, her stark white blonde hair flowed behind as the wind of the dead carried it back. There was one place and one place only where she was headed; Cair Paravel.

She was a moving weapon; in one hand she carried a long, silver sword, dried blood on the end of it. In another was her magic wand that could freeze anything in sight.

Something moved in the pink light of the dawn off to her right. A wicked smile crossed her face as she followed the object.

A man was running through the battlefield, a small bundle in his arms. The forest was just up ahead. He was desperately trying to run away from the battle and get into the forest unseen. The branches of low hanging trees smacked his face as he protected the bundle from getting hurt.

The man arrived at a large dying willow tree and brushed apart some branches and gently set the bundle inside.

"You'll be safer in the real world, Charlotte." The man said as he took off something from around his neck and put it around the young girl named Charlotte.

It was a small silver locket with a red lion engraved on it. The man gave a quick kiss to baby Charlotte and then let go of the branches shielding the girl from the outside world.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the charming and dashing, King Richards of Narnia, running away from war. " A sinister voice said behind him. Richard turned swiftly around to see the evil looking woman who was responsible for the blood bath that was happening now.

"Jadis, what do you want with her," Richard asked as one of his hands rested on the sword at his hip. Jadis saw this movement and shot out her wand to him, skimming his hand as she did so and his hand started to transform into stone. "Why are you doing this Jadis?"

"Because, Narnia was rightfully mine for the taking, but you just had to come along and snatched it away from me!" Jadis shouted, getting up in his stone growing face.

Richard struggled to form a word as the stone started to travel up to his mouth. "Aslan…made…me…king," Richard managed to say as the stone slowed down his beating heart and the stone covered his whole face now, stuck in the same fighting stance as before.

"Aslan took everything away from me," Jadis said as he stalked up to Richard's lifeless form. "And I'm taking it back. Even if I have to kill every last heir to the throne." She held up a bony, white finger and pushed the stone statue of King Richard and watched with a large smirk as he fell to the forest floor, splintering into hundreds of stone chunks.

Jadis lifted her head as she heard the small, shrill cry of a baby. "Come out little darling," She cooed as she walked over to the dying oak and grabbed the branches, forcing them apart as she peered inside the hollow tree, finding nothing but the light pink cloth Charlotte was wrapped in.

She grabbed it furious and ripped the neat sewing apart, right down the middle. "I will find you child." Those were her last words before stalking back off into the battle, killing more lives than possible.

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Melissa sat up with a gasp, sweat pouring down her face as had the same nightmare that haunts her from night to night. Who was the evil woman they called Jadis and who was the man, King Richard? But, most importantly, who was the small child called Charlotte?

She stepped out of bed, a small shiver running up her body as her bare feet hit the hard, cold, mahogany floor. She walked over to the large vanity that rested on the south wall of her large room. Opening up the top dresser drawer, Melissa shifted around a few clothes and pulled out a large silver locket with a small red lion on the front. There was a small opening at the side of the locket and she stuck her thumb through the locket and opened it up.

There was a small picture inside the locket, she was unable to see it in the darkness that surrounded her, so she turned on a small lamp and found that the picture showed up clearly now. It was a grey photo of a family of three.

A man with a dark mustache was sitting in the back with a small smile above his thin lips. His eyes held hidden laughter within the dark picture. His hair was clipped short, almost a buzz cut, but he still looked handsome either way with lightly tanned skin.

The woman next to him was smiling brightly showing her pearly white teeth while small dimples played on her risen cheeks. Her hair was twisted into an elegant bun that sat atop her head. She had full dark lips which Melissa could only assume she was wearing lipstick. Her skin was lightly paler than the mans.

Sitting in between the two adults was a small child who looked to be about eight. She was smiling widely at the camera or whatever had taken the picture. Her thick lips pulled back to show her mother's pearly teeth. Her eyes shined with hidden excitement and laughter, like any normal child's would, but this shine was more mysterious, like she was hiding something only she would know.

Her was a just a bunch of curls, pulled to one side of her head with a few stray strands flying to the other side of her head

A happy family. The one that Melissa didn't know.

She looked at the large mirror that hung over the vanity and watched her reflection as she pulled her dark red hair over her shoulder and clasped the end of the locket behind her neck, feeling the smooth but cold surface of the locket on her chest.

The girl who was staring back at her in the mirror was Melissa, or her full name Melissa Elizabeth Kirke. That's was her name, or at least what she had grown up living with. She never knew what her real name was, even who her real parents were.

The only thing she knew was that her last name was Kirke and she lived with her grandfather, Digory Kirke, in the large country side mansion that ruled over Finchley, England. The war against Germany still raged on and Melissa was glad that they were far away from where the bombs were dropping at.

A small clank distracted her train of thoughts and she saw that a small picture frame had slipped off the vanity and fell to the floor. The picture frame was ruined with small fragments of glass around the dresser, but the picture was fine. Melissa took the photo out and looked at the picture.

There was a small girl, around seven, who was standing dead center in the middle of a black back drop. Her long, dark red hair was into pigtails, each flung over her shoulders, cascading down the front of her dark green cardigan. The girl gave a large, toothy grin as she smiled at the camera.

It was Melissa when she was seven and started third grade. If you looked at the picture and then to the present Melissa, you wouldn't even know it was her. The now Melissa was more developed, her dark red hair was still as long as before, but it had more a shine to it. Her curves were the thing that set her apart from the young girl in the picture, but hey, she was seven.

"Is it me, or am I under the impression that you should be in bed?" A commanding voice asked from the doorway of the room. Melissa turned to see her grandfather there; his arms crossed as he leant on the door frame, a frail old smile crossed his lips. "Having the nightmare again, are we?"

She nodded her head sadly as she walked over and sat down on her bed, her grandfather following suit.

Digory Kirke was a frail old man. With hair as white as freshly fallen snow and his incoming beard looked like wisps of clouds floating through the air. A pair of round spectacles was perched at the end of his nose and he carried a small, red leather book in his right hand.

"It's just a dream Melissa. It's not real," he said patting her hand small hand. "If you still can't go to bed, I brought something you might want to read." He placed the small red book on the quilt that cornered her bed. "Good-night." He stood up, placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving the room.

As he walked through the doorway to step out, he came back. "Oh, and don't stay up to late. We have some children coming here until the war is over." And with that, he was gone.

Melissa sighed, propping up her feet on her comforter; she opened the book entitled: Narnia, Adventures in this Magical Land. Melissa chuckled to herself silently, only her grandfather would give her this type of book.

As she read, she became more engrossed in the book, not realizing that she was reading aloud to herself.

"'There is a prophecy other than yours Digory,' said the majestic lion known as Aslan." The character named after her grandfather was sitting in a large castle known as Cair Paravel. "'It is said that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve shall appear and fight the evil witch, and put an end to the dreaded 100 year winter.'"

"But Aslan, when will the children come?' Digory asked, suddenly exhilarated by the upcoming winter and war."

"'You may not be here when the time comes, but when it does Narnia shall rejoice and peace will be restored through the land.' Aslan said thoughtfully, looking out the large window and down into the thick forest below the castle as ice and snow began to creep out into the open. The curse was growing nearer."

Melissa couldn't stop reading, her heart pounded even harder in her chest as she read what happened after Digory left to prepare for his own world again.

"'Aslan sighed softly, knowing he had lied to Digory about the full prophecy,'" Melissa read quietly, barely feeling the words leave her lips. "'The truth was that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve shall appear and fight the evil witch, and put an end to the dreaded 100 year winter. But so shall another daughter of Eve who will mistakenly stumble into Narnia.'"

Another daughter of Eve, Melissa thought to herself. Why would Aslan lie about that? She continued to read.

"'It is said that this daughter of Eve is the lost queen Charlotte, who will go missing when the battle for Cair Paravel begins. It is not told what the daughter of Eve looks like, but when everything is right, she will reclaim her throne in between the new Kings and Queens of Cair Paravel.'"

Wow, Melissa thought as she set the book on her bed side table and turned out the small lamp. She wasn't able to read anymore, too caught up in wondering about the book.

Who's Charlotte? She thought before finally drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Okay, that was the first chapter of The Lost Queen and I hope you enjoyed it. Just review and keep coming back to read for more action, romance, and adventure to come in this story. I hope you like. –JaneBane42 Xx! I hope to get at least five-ten reviews on this chapter, that would make my day!

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