Author's Note: Hey all! So this story was previously just entitled The Lion's Daughter. A little backstory, I'm honestly ashamed of ever posting that. I was really young, probably around 12, not much of a writer and was totally one of those people that was like "Hey I'm gonna create my own character and just add her into every scene of the movie." At the time, I loved that, and for a lot of people that's good for them. But now that I'm older I wanted/needed to fix that. It just did not cut it for me anymore. I loved my character so much, but I didn't do her justice in that original story. So, I decided to fix it up. And after a very long time, in which I struggled to find time to write because adulting is hard, I finally finished it. I am currently working on the second and third story as well. I'll delete those and repost as I finish, but again they're much like the first story where I just placed my character in the middle of everything. I think it's much better now than what it was. But that's totally up to everyone else to decide. Anyway, I'll stop rambling now and just let you guys get to it. Thank you for checking this out! I'm going to try to post weekly, maybe bi-weekly. And again, thanks for giving this a shot!

Disclaimer: I am not C.S. Lewis and nothing in the Narnian world belongs to me.

The air was still and silent. There were no birds chirping, or Dryads dancing. The wind did not blow through the trees. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. Nothing made a sound. It was as if no one were even there, as if the girl standing in the middle of a forest clearing with the wind blowing around her was just a statue; an un-moving, un-breathing, statue. That was until something popped out from the bushes in front of her and the girl sprang into action.

She reached behind her back and pulled out an arrow, attached it to her bow, pulled it back and then- TWING!- let it go. The arrow soared through the air and connected right where she wanted it to: into her attacker's heart. The girl then heard a rustling noise off to her left and looked around just in time to dive out of the way as something else flew right at her. She turned around again to see that her predator was coming back, but she was quick enough to pull out her sword and slash it across the attacker's stomach.

Once it fell to the ground, she scanned the clearing another time to see a third attacker coming straight for her out of the trees. She grabbed her dagger from its sheath, aimed, and then tossed it, stopping her attacker dead in its tracks.

The girl looked around once more, not even breaking into a sweat or panting in the slightest when she heard the voice.

"Well done."

And that was how she knew the danger had passed.

The girl quickly spun around, her long brown hair whipping around her, and looked up into the face of a centaur.

"Oreius," she greeted with a bow, before adding, "How did I do that time?"

She was bouncing up and down in excitement, and it reminded Oreius of a young child waiting to open presents on Christmas morning.

"Only took you around thirty seconds that time, and your aim with the dagger was perfect," the centaur praised her, looking around on all of the damage she had inflicted on the training props.

"If only it would be this easy in real battle, right?" the girl laughed, though she was smiling nonetheless, feeling very proud to have gotten such a compliment from one of Narnia's greatest warriors.

"For you, it will be. Come, Airies, Aslan has requested a meeting with you. We must get back to camp now."

As he said this, he offered his hand to the girl named Airies and swung her up onto his back. He began to trot off, heading towards their campsite.

"Oreius, may I ask you something?" the girl questioned him, and she saw him nod his head. "Is she coming soon? My training has been… intense these last few weeks. I always trained at Cair, but you've all brought me here to the camp. This is where the soldiers train. I am worried."

"It is almost time," Oreius said, picking his words carefully. "Your training has picked up, but you are nearly ready, my lady," he told her as they arrived at the ford in Beruna where their camp was set up. He dropped her off in front of her own tent where she leapt off of his back and made to walk inside.

"Make haste. There are many important things to discuss," he told her before bowing and leaving to go to his own tent.

Airies stepped through the door of her tent to find a faun already waiting for her.

"If you did not dawdle so much, you would have had time for a bath. However, Aslan will have to make due with you just the way you are: smelly and dirty," she said, although there was a smile brightening up the faun's features.

"Oh, Giselle, you know full well that I never dawdle," Airies told her, laughing all the same while she began to change out of her practice clothes and into the dress Giselle had picked out for her.

"Red and gold? A little cliché, don't you think?" After she pulled it on Airies added, "Although, I do love it. I never would be able to impress anyone without you, my friend."

The dress that Giselle had chosen for her was a deep red in color that flowed down to the floor and pooled around her feet. The top of it was fitted and corseted, wrapping around her bodice in bright gold cloth, with sleeves that traveled down her arms and stopped in a point on her wrist.

"That is true," the faun laughed as she proceeded to pull Airies' long, dark hair back off of her face and into one braid. Soon enough, she was on her way to Aslan's tent, ready and eager to hear whatever it was that he had to tell her.

"Airies, come in. We have much to discuss," the great lion said, a twinkle in his eye, as she pulled back the tent flap and poked her head in. The girl bowed upon entering and then sat down on the cushion in front of him.

"First and foremost, today marks the fourteenth year of your life. Happy birthday, Dear One."

Airies mentally smacked herself. "I had nearly forgotten," she admitted, a tinge of pink gracing her cheeks, but Aslan just chuckled.

"You have been very busy."

"Indeed. I know it's almost time, sir. My training has picked up. I've been training with the soldiers and not just by myself anymore. And your troops have been growing ever larger. And… I may have asked Oreius," she said the last bit quietly, embarrassed as she knew that she was not meant to be poking around.

"He is right, and that they are. But today we are not here to speak of battles. Today, I have brought you a surprise," the lion told her, a mischievous tone to his voice.

"A surprise?"

"Yes, as the inevitable battle draws closer, it is now time for you to start using your full potential. So, I have brought you someone who can teach you how to do just that. If you'll follow me." After he said this, Aslan led Airies out of the tent and to the large practice field.

"Come, Anali!" Aslan's deep voice shouted. "Airies, I'd like you to meet Anali, the Narnian fire goddess."

At these words, Airies' head whipped to the left, aware now of another presence in the clearing, though what this presence was she could not tell. She could see the figure of a woman's body, but that was all she was able to make out because the body was completely engulfed in flames. As the figure came closer, the ground shook as all around them lightning bolts struck the ground and thunder boomed deep. A fast paced and heavy wind whipped Airies' hair into her face, and nearly blew her over as it grew stronger.

"Airies, Anali's flame helped give your life," Aslan told her as all at once it all stopped and the flaming figure stood in front of them.

"I have waited quite a long time to meet you, Airies."

The soprano voice was loud and echoed around them as the flames disappeared and in front of the fourteen year old stood a beautiful goddess. She was tall and slender, with dark ebony skin. She wore a long flowing dress made of black silk that flowed in waves down to her feet. Her eyes were fierce, yet kind at the same time, and her face was soft and graced with a wide smile. It was easy to understand why Airies was stunned by her, yet what captured her attention the most was her hair; it flowed down the goddesses' back in long, cascading, burning flames.

"I am Anali, Goddess over fire. Fourteen years ago, Aslan came to me and my sisters, Anahita, goddess of water, Adamina, goddess of the earth, and Anila, goddess of the air, in a time of great need. He had found a child, and he wanted to give that child all of his magic, but also so much more. He wanted this child to be as fierce as fire, to have will and passion for many things, to be practical yet kind and honest as the earth, sensitive, yet effective as the water, and rational yet uncontainable as the air. I gave the child my flame, Anahita her wave, Adamina her earth, and Anila her breath. He gave the child his magic, and together, we created you," Anali told her, and Airies could only stare in awe. Of course Aslan had told her all of this before, but never did she expect to come face to face with one of her creators.

"It is now time for you to gain control over these assets, to finally start to practice your magic. I will go first, and then you shall meet my sisters. They are most eager to meet you. Keep in mind, the task at hand will not be easy. It will be difficult, and tiring, both physically and mentally, but there is no doubt in my mind that you will be able to do it. Do you accept the task that is to come ahead?"

Airies nodded her head fervently, unable to speak. Excitement coursed through her very veins. She always knew that she was here to serve a great purpose, and now, finally, she would be able to live up to it.

"Then let us begin. The journey ahead will be very time consuming, so we must make haste."

And with a clap of her hands, Anali started her instructing.

The first few days of Airies' training were very grueling. They consisted mostly of training her mind. Anali explained that gaining control over these elements was very straining; her mind, therefore, needed to be strong enough to do so.

On the fourth day of this strength training, the goddess of fire clapped her hands and with a smile said, "My child, you are ready!"

"Ready?" Airies cried. "I need rest, Anali. I am exhausted!" With that, she sunk down to the ground in defeat.

"Come now, Airies, fighting in a war does not permit rest. Get up. Fight through it. Fire shall be the easiest of the elements for you to gain control over, because I was the first to give it to you. Think of it. Feel it. Bring that flame inside of you to the surface. Channel it through your body to one area. And then, once you feel it there… let it go!"

As she instructed, Airies had slowly risen to her feet, watching as fire ignited from Anali's fingertips, and continued to make its way up her arm and to other parts of her body until the goddess was engulfed in flames entirely. Then, a moment later, the fire decreased until once again Anali held the flames in her outstretched palm.

"Now you," she told the girl.

Airies shut her eyes tight, and thought hard of the fire that must be inside of her. She wanted to be wrapped inside of it, wanted to know what it felt like.

"Think smaller, dear," Anali said, her voice amused after Airies opened her eyes to find that nothing had happened. "Do not be discouraged, Airies. If everything came without having to work for it, you would not fully appreciate it. Try again."

And so she did.

She shut her eyes tight yet again and tuned everything out, only listening to the sound of her own breathing, and the beating of her heart; the heart that pumped blood throughout her body, the blood that was also filled with a fire so strong that it could warm the very soul. As she turned her ears away from the sounds of Narnia, she could almost hear the sound of the flames igniting in her veins. She wanted to feel her hand be burned by the flames, and after moments of feeling nothing she sighed.

"I don't think it worked. I don't feel anything," she said, her eyes still closed.

Anali laughed. "Open your eyes, dearest."

Airies slowly and unsurely opened her eyes and was taken aback by what she saw: a steady jet of fire was streaming out of her fingertips.

"Yes," she breathed out in a whisper, not wanting to break her concentration. She focused in on the fire and willed it to spread throughout her body, and surprisingly it did not take long for the fire to wrap around her completely. This time she did not bother to hide her cheer of excitement. She let out a loud yell before an idea came to mind.

She willed the fire to contain itself back to her right hand yet again, and when it did, she flung the flame straight forward, throwing it through the air until it collided with a boulder. Airies laughed the sound rumbling through her stomach as she clapped her hands together.

"I did it. I actually did it!" she cried.

"You are much stronger than you think, Airies, congratulations!" Anali applauded her.

"Now I really am exhausted," Airies chuckled.

"Get some rest, love. You've earned it now. We shall pick up again tomorrow."

Three days later, everything was coming easier to Airies. Anali was almost ready to bring her goddess sisters here to show Airies how to call upon the other elements as well. And once she mastered that, Aslan would begin teaching her a few of his own tricks as well. Airies was running as fast as she could, watching as the flames that engulfed her left a trail behind her.

"Quite the natural you are!" Anali praised her, laughter in her voice.

And then, something unexpected happened.

The sky grew dark, and ice cold snow started to fall down and whip around them in a blizzard-like state. This was unusual, since it was practically the beginning of the summer season in Narnia. All around them, the ground shook. Aslan's warriors were making their way into the clearing, looking worried.

"Anali, are you doing this?" Aires shouted, trying to make herself heard over the wind, but Anali shook her head.

"It is something far worse. Airies, you must hide. Run. Run!"

Right as she said that, arrows started raining down upon them.

"Airies, you must run. Go!"

So Airies ran. She made her way towards the woods. But she did not get far before turning to see that half of the warriors, her friends, were frozen in ice, including her teacher.

"No, Anali, no!" she screamed.

She turned around to run back, but a faun, Frederick, grabbed her around the waist.

"Your highness, you must come with me. It is not safe. Please, follow me." Frederick grabbed her hand and together the two ran deep into the woods.

"It is time for you to leave, your highness." The faun said.

"Leave? What do you mean?"

At that point, Aslan stepped out of the shadows.

"No, please don't send me away. I can help, please," Airies pleaded, realizing now what Frederick had meant.

"Dear one, it is not safe for you here right now. The White Witch does not know of your existence, or of your power. Narnia will call you back when it is time. You will be living with a king. My daughter, I have to keep you safe." Aslan's voice was low and full of regret.

"Aslan, please," Airies begged.

"I love you. You are my very dearest one. I am sorry," the lion said, right before letting out a deep roar, sending Airies into total blackness.