Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or any characters you recognize. Thanks.
I feel that I should put a warning on this story. If you are looking for an epic adventure that takes itself totally seriously, look elsewhere. I have my serious fics, and this is only halfway one of them. The plot will be serious-as serious as an adventure/romance/fantasy can be. But I wanted to get back into writing by just writing and this slightly humorous, and very relaxed, thing popped out. So I hope you enjoy it, because I'm certainly enjoying writing it. And that is something, I can honestly say, I haven't experienced in a long, long time.
Relax and enjoy the show, folks.
I can't say I expected what happened to happen. But I did expect something to happen. For goodness sakes, when you wake up one morning with magical powers you start to take it for granted that something is going to happen to you.
Well, a lot of somethings, to be perfectly honest.
A lot of somethings and a good knock on the head.
But perhaps I am getting ahead of myself.
That particular knock on the head occurred quite some time after my story began.
It was a dark and stormy night when I woke from a fitful night of sleep to…
Oh, who am I kidding? It was dark, but there was barely a breeze, let alone a storm. And fitful? I was sleeping like a newborn babe. Come to think of it, I was a bit like a newborn babe. You know how they look at their fingers like "What the fuck are these things. Oh my god they move?!" Yeah. That was me.
In my defense, you would've reacted the same way.
See, on that particular calm night as I slept so soundly, something was changing within me. If I paid more attention to those lectures on genetics and mutations, perhaps I could come up with a more conclusive theory on what occurred. As it is, I just took it as it came. I fell asleep one night, perfectly normal. And woke up the next, perfectly different.
I didn't sprout a tail or a pair of wings or anything. That would've been an…interesting development to explain to my roommate. And to myself, really.
The neat thing about powers like mine is that they come from within. No one can see them, no one else can sense them. Of course, they still provide quite a shock when you wake up to find that you and the elements react a little bit differently to one another than you used to.
Waking up to realize you have a connection to the very air around you is pretty neat once you get over the shock factor. The shock factor being the initial feeling of terror which, to my dismay, channeled itself directly into the surrounding air, creating a nice cyclone of what used to be an organized room.
Wow, what a morning that was.