CHAPTER ONE

That winter, when my family and I moved in another house in Oxford, England, I had the greatest adventure of my life.

I opened up my eyes. The first thing I saw was a lilac sky. I was surrounded by trees, I looked around and all I could see was trees. "Its winter, but how are these trees blooming like its spring?", I said to myself quietly. I couldn't remember how I got to this peculiar forest, all alone. I was afraid because I couldn't remember anything "Where am I, by the way?" I whispered as I got up after I realized I was asleep at the middle of the forest, out of nowhere.

My last memory was my Father and I were about to go fishing in the lake near our house, the day after we moved "Ugh, what happened next?", I hardly think, punching my head with the heel of my hand. But I couldn't think of anything more. That was all I remember. I walked around, hoping there's no wild animals to smell my flesh and eat me up alive.

"Oh, hey there little fellow, are you lost like me?", I asked to the rabbit who jumped out in front of me. "Okay then, together we will find our way out into this forest", I added as I picked up the rabbit with my arms.

I thought I heard someone walking by the sound of the foot landing on the fallen dried leaves. But I look everywhere and nobody was there. So I continued to walk, but by the first step of my right foot I was caught up into a net. Then I was swinging high above the ground still carrying the rabbit.

"I knew girls loved rabbits" said by a voice from nowhere that I had no idea who was. I curiously looked below. It was a boy. A boy who wore an odd type of clothing, like in the year 1800 where Kings and Queens ruled an enormous kingdom. He has light brown hair and sharp metal blue eyes.

"Let me down" I said.

"If you say so" he said.

He cut the thick piece of thread that connects the net and the tree where it hung. I suddenly dropped. I felt the impact hovering my body. It was pretty high off the ground and the sudden fell made the rabbit run away easily.

"Come, follow me." the boy said leading the way.

"After you made a trap for me? Do you think I'll follow you?" I said with too much anger this time. My voice was in high pitch.

"If you want to stay here in the forest 'till evening, then I don't have the right to disagree."

"Who are you? What am I doing here? Where's my father?"

He slowly looked back at me. This time I could see his whole face. Quite handsome.

"Just follow me and I'll tell you everything, alright?"

I had this feeling that I should follow him. But what if he would lead me to witches to make me as supper? What if he's secretly working for the criminals? But I decided to follow him still. If this was my last day on earth. I know I'd regret this in heaven, because I died for following a stranger.

"How do I know, you're not kidnapping me?" I asked him.

He laughed a little. "You'll see."

After walking and walking and walking in this forest, I found myself still walking. My legs hurt. My stomach looking for food. My mind looking for answers. We had been walking for hours.

"Come on, did you even know where we're going? We've been walking for eternity. I think we're just going in circles here in this forest."

"We're here." he said to me with his eyes gently found mine. I thought to myself maybe it was a good decision following him all the way. We went inside a house in the forest. Made of tree roots, I guess, kind of odd as well. Now, I realized everything here was odd.

"Take a seat", he immediately served a couple of bread and tea. "So, what are your questions again?he added.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I don't think that was your question 3 hours ago"

I just looked sternly at him. Maybe he thought I was examining his features. I didn't flicker.

"I'm 15. My name is Ruari (ro-ree) and you?"

"Zara. 13. Do you know where my father is? We were about to go fishing but I can't remember what happened. All I want to know if he's safe"

"Only The Great Lion knows that."

"A lion? How does a lion knows anything about my father?"

"Don't you know anything about Aslan?"

"Aslan? I have heard that name before, in books. My father used to tell me stories about Aslan. He never told me he was a lion."

"Who's your father?"

"Peter. Peter Pevensie."