Prologue
Try to imagine you're a fifteen year old girl. You live with your father in a peaceful part of England when Hitler get this idea he wants to bomb London. Your father is going to the war, and you're left all alone in the house.
Do you imagine this? Well... in the house right over the street your best friend lives with her three siblings and their parents. Their father is also going to the war, but they still have their mother.
Your father ask their mother, Mrs. Pevensie, to look after you while he is gone. Before he goes, he gives you a small wooden-box which you're not allowed to open.
Together with your friend and her siblings you're evacuated to the countryside where you're going to stay until the war is over. Then you find a magical land ruled by an evil Witch in the back of an old wardrobe. Everything changes, and all of you are thrown into a war.
In the middle of all of this, you're getting nightmares, and they're only getting worse. You also realize you're having a crush on your best friends oldest brother.
"What kind of crazy person is this?" you might ask. Well, let me tell you that it's not a bad question. If I was the one reading this, I would probably think something like that.
Let me answer your question. That's me, or I should probably say was me. I'm not the one I used to be any longer, but I'm going to tell you the story about how we defeated the White Witch and my friends became Kings and Queens. I'm going to tell you the story about how the five of us went through the wardrobe, but only four came back.
You might ask: "So that's it? Will there be only broken hearts and no happy ending?" Yes, you might even be disappointed and have the feeling you want to stop reading and leave me to my story.
Let me tell you a small secret. There is a happy ending. There is a "and they lived happily ever after"-ending. There is a ending where the King finally finds his beloved Queen. There is... okay, maybe I should stop right there.
You've got to know what you need to know, or nearly all. There are just a few things left. Let me introduce you to the main character in this story. Me. Catharina Isabella Taylor. Uncommon name? You realy think so? Maybe. I'm not sure. Not any longer.
I have those dark violet eyes which I'm sure are quite uncommon. I have long, dark brown, a bit curly hair, and in the sun it shines like gold. Dad used to say that I was his "little princess", but I guess that's something most young girls have heard from their parents.
Anyway. I'm not high, though I'm not low either. I'm not thick, but still not realy thin. I'm just something between. At school I'm that "weird girl who always have her nose stuck in some book", but Susan, my best friend, and Lucy, her younger sister, says I look beautiful. Actually when I've not just got a bucket of mud over me. Trust me, you don't want that to happen to you.