Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any of the characters associated with it, I do own, however, all my OC's and storyline.
Hello, readers, welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy! Keep in mind this is only the prologue, the proper chapters will be much longer. Thank you!
~Prologue~
It prowls closer. The blood-thirsty look in its red eyes scares me to no avail. I'm not worrying about myself in this horrible moment though, I'm panicking for the safety of the gorgeous, blue-eyed angel hiding behind my leg. The creature haunts forward causing the little girl behind me to quiver with fright. I keep my eyes trained on the menacing creature as I put my hand behind me to hold the young girls hand. She grabs hold of it with both of hers. The creature is dangerously close. A tiny whimper sounds from behind me and as little nails dig into my skin. I ignore the pain as the creature stops dead in its tracks. It grins wickedly before it pounces at both of us. The little girl wails from behind me as I shove her out of the way, allowing the creature to hit me square in the face.
"MUMMY!" the scream, the blood curdling scream, of my daughter echoes throughout the torn up forest as I fall flat to the ground. The creature scratches at my chest like a cat playing with a ball of yarn; its nails dragging through my skin as if it's butter. "NO!" my daughter yells; her wails and cries rip through to my very centre. I have to survive this; I don't have a choice, I must do this for my daughter. I reach for the silver sword with my arm and manage to grip it using the tips of my fingers and pull it closer towards me. As soon as I can grip it with my whole hand, I bring it thrusting down onto the creature, delving the sword deep into its back and heart. The shredding claws stop at once as I look into the red eyes of my enemy. They are filled with anguish almost immediately before they blank out. Its soul gone. It drops onto my body like a heavy rag doll. I can't breathe! I roll it off of me with all my might, managing to lay it down next to me, and slowly sit up. My daughter obviously doesn't care that I'm covered in blood and scratches, she runs over to me, tears falling from her eyes like a waterfall, and crashes into the side of my body. "Mummy," she cries into my arm. I grip her and kiss her black, leaf-covered head, tears falling down my own cheeks. Everything is starting to turn. I take my left arm from around her and place it on the floor next to me instead for some much needed support. My eyes land on my daughters little face, her shining, blue eyes red and puffy from crying, her red cheeks stained with dirt and tears; her little, red lips bleeding from being scratched.
"I love you," I manage to spit out as my eyelids close of their own accord.
"No, mummy, no," she whispers ever so quietly. That is the last thing I hear before everything goes black and cold...