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Narnia

Trian the fox sat listening to the sound of bags being dragged across his rock floor.

"Careful moving those! Aslan will be upset if anything is broken!" He yells.

"And he doesn't want anything to happen to his floors," mumbles one of the wolves between clenched teeth.

The pack of five place the bags in the corner.

"Are you sure Aslan said this forest, Rinion?" asks a second wolf looking at the leader of the pack.

"Of course. Aslan would not lead us wrong," Rinion responds.

"But, he let a dictator take over," mumbles Trian.

"He's following the prophecy. He set the signal. Three sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve. We have to look for them in this forest because they will arrive soon."

"Though when they do it get here it will take at least five days for us to return to Aslan's camp. And we will overthrow Emperor Korin," says the second wolf.

"You all better get moving then. I'll make sure the items are safe," Trian says.

"Thank you, Trian. For your hospitality," Rinion says heading for the entrance with the pack not far behind.

"Anything for Aslan and to get rid of the Emperor," Trian states.

Rinion steps out into the summer sunlight and looks at the four wolves.

"Split up. Two of you go to the west. One go to the south. One to the east. I'll go to the north."

The wolves run into different the different directions.

Fort Worth, Texas U.S.A- 3:30 p.m.

Alan Richards sat at his desk looking at the school work feeling slightly annoyed that so much homework had come less then five weeks into the school year. He hears the door of his room open more.

"Alan?"

"Yes?"

"Can you help me with my homework?"

Alan looks at Cheyenne who was holding her math workbook close to her.

"Sure, why not."

The eleven year old bounds over onto the fourteen year olds lap. Alan grunts looking down at his sister. They had matching dark brown hair but Cheyenne had inherited their mother's hazel eyes while he had their father's brown ones. He looks over her shoulder at the math problem she was trying to do. He holds down a groan seeing long division.

"Okay. Lets see. First, you need to figure out what the number times two makes eight."

"Four."

"That's right, Chey."

"Ow!"

"What?"

"You pinched me."

"I didn't."

Alan jumps feeling a pinch also he feels the strong wind blowing through his open window. The papers fly around the room. He blinks feeling blinded and feels Cheyenne's hand grip his short tightly. When the wind stops he sees trees around them.

"A..Alan, where are we?"

"I have no idea."

"You are in Narnia."

Alan gets in front of Cheyenne protectively ignoring the fact that the one wolf had just talked.

"What's Narnia?" Cheyenne asks. "And how can you talk?"

"My name is Botain and this is Arian." Botain says, indicating to the second wolf. "We are able to talk because we are Narnian. Narnia is the country you are currently in and at the moment we can not explain all right now."

"You must follow us now quickly. These trees could be working for Korin," Arian says.

Alan starts to open his mouth to ask who Korin is but decides to wait and follow the wolves.

Vancouver, Canada- 1:30 p.m.

Trent Masterson walked quickly towards home. School had not been in that day and the fourteen year old had spent the day playimg flashlight tag in a friend's basement for half the day. He brushes his black hair away from the glasses that covered his gray eyes. He shifts the bag the flashlight is in and heads for his short cut to home. He walks into the forest and looks at the trees while walking. He frowns suddenly feeling the strong wind blow. He waits for it to pass before starting to walk again.

(Wait! What happened to the trees?) He thinks.

Trent starts to turn around to walk back the way he came but recognizes nothing on the path.

(What just happened?)

"Move quickly. These trees are not friends. Virk is searching for you."

Trent looks around alarmed at the whispering voice. He sees flowers moving in the wind.

"This way."

He becomes more alarmed hearing the voice coming from the flowers. He slowly follows the floating flowers. He soon comes to a wolf.

"I've found a son of Adam, Virk."

"Thank you for your help. Aslan and Narnia will be grateful."

(Son of Adam? Aslan? Narnia? How did this wolf talk? This must be Virk.)

"Follow me, Son of Adam. An explanation will come soon," Virk says noticing Trent's face.

Trent nods and follows the wolf.

Sydney, Australia- 6:30 A.M.

Tamryn Walker leaned back in her hammock in her Dad's shack waiting for the time when she would have to get out and go to school. She rolls her eyes knowing the only thing being discussed would be the school's spring dance.

(Not like I was asked by anyone.) She thinks with a huff.

She closes her green eyes and takes a deep breath. She listens to the ocean waves and feels the breeze tease her reddish-brown hair.

(Dad prefers to call my hair copper and I will never understand it.)

She jumps feeling the wind suddenly get stronger. The twelve year old sits up too quickly causing the hammock to flip over. She groans when she doesn't feel the sand covered floor of the shack. She sits up and sees grass and bushes. She sees a wolf come out the bushes and growl.

"Don't move Seremontian."

Tamryn starts to say something when the wolf lunges at her. She screams when she hears the wolf yelp. She looks up to see a second wolf now fighting the other. The second wolf bites at the firsts back and the first moves away.

"You will pay for your betrayal, Brother," the first Wolf says and moves out of sight.

Tamryn sits up shakily.

"Are you alright, Child?"

"I'm fine. It called me a Seremontian."

"You are not from Seremont. You don't speak the same way. You do resemble them though. My name is Rinion."

"Rinion. I'm Tamryn. I'm from Australia."

"You are a daughter of Eve then."

Tamryn looks at the wolf confused.

"I shall explain later. Now, come along."

Tamryn follows Rinion down the path while looking around nervously.

(What did that wolf mean by brother and betrayal?)

Nottingham, England, United Kingdom- 9:30 p.m.

Samuel Emerson jogged through the park heading back towards home. The thirteen year old found it his best interest to keep in shape for cross country as much as possible for upcoming meet. He slows down to a walk and rubs his blue eyes and puts a hand through his blonde hair. He was tired from a long a school day. He tries to ignore the sudden strong wind and cloeses his eyes feeling the tears start to come from the strong wind. He rubs his eyes slightly and looks back up. Samuel becomes alarmed seeing trees that were not in the Nottingham park.

"Where am I?"

He wonders around carefully looking at the trees.

"Get away from that tree."

Samuel jumps and faces a wolf.

"What do you mean? Who are you exactly?"

"That tree is working for the Emperor. I am Xain. You must come now. You shall be explained everything in a matter of time."

Samuel nods and follows Xain trying to not be suspicious of the seemly friendly wolf.

Emperor's Palace

Korin paced in front of his throw angrily waiting for Cinian to arrive in the throne room. He watches as the wolf walks in slowly.

"You asked for me, Sire."

"How could you let a daughter of Eve to escape your grasp?"

"I don't think I understand, Sire."

"I've learned from the trees that five humans have arrived in Narnia. And they are a threat to my kingdom if kept alive. The girl you thought to be from Seremont was from a place in Earth called Australia and is a daughter of Eve."

Cinian growls, "If I may, Sire. I was going to kill the girl when my twin brother, Rinion, got in the way. Such a mistake will not happen again. I assure you of that, Sire."

"It better not because if this occurs again, you will not be given a second chance."

"Yes, Sire."

Cinian bows before exiting the throne room.

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