Alana White was a pretty sixteen year old girl with a horrid past. She never wanted to talk about it so I'm going to leave it out for the time being. Anyway she was running from a house that she had been at (I'll explain later) and the poor lass wanted to get as far away as she could before night fell upon Narnia.
After running the whole day Alana was tired but kept going until she stumbled upon a camp, she recognised the Crest of Narnia on the tents and she thought that maybe they were Knights. Our young maiden slowly made her way forwards but stood on a twig causing the Knights to go into there Protective Mode . "Come out!" One of the men called. Scared and frightened Alana obeyed the man's order and made her way out of the trees.
One of the men noticed she was scared so he lowered her sword, he approached her and spoke softly, "Your safe, none of us are going to hurt you. What's your name?"
Shaking slightly Alana replied, "I-I'm Alana, who are you?" The knight smiled gently, "It's nice to meet you Alana, I'm Peter a Knight of Camelot. Alana nodded, she knew she'd be safe with Peter.
Peter took her into one of the tents so she could sleep, when he came out he was followed to his own tent by General Glenstorm, "Can I help you with something General?" Peter asked Calmly. Glenstorm nodded before asking, "Why didn't you tell the girl who you really are My Lord?" Peter thought before answering, "She's scared and something's happened to her that she's not wanting to talk about, I didn't want to make her fear any worse."
Glenstorm nodded before going to his tent for the night. Peter's night was filled with dreams of young Alana.