PurpleViolin:…I'm sorry okay? I know I should be writing my FullMetal Alchemist story but I had a very annoying rabbit bouncing around my head day in and day out! It had a sign that read 'Make a Narnia fanfic with an OC!' and I told it that there was plenty of it already, why should I write one anyways? I'm worried when time pass that my OC will be a Mary Sue and go down the pit of rejected OC fanfiction. But alas, the rabbit was direct (like my dad sometimes!) and told me 'Yours could be a decent one if you follow the rules of how to not make a Mary Sue and not ruining the plot of Narnia!' Now let me tell you guys something, I had that horrid rabbit bouncing in my head with that idea FOR A YEAR! A YEAR! I think that's impressive of me that I didn't give in sooner but I gave in, very badly might I add. So yeah, I'm making a Narnia fanfic and I hope it won't go downhill (but that's why I have you people to criticize my story and make me realize that 'WE ALREADY READ THIS KIND OF FANFICTION BEFORE, GO WRITE SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE OTHER WORKS AND BE CREATIVE!') This will be an EdmundXOC but I won't write out the romance during the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe arc because really, do I need to explain? Sure, I'm gonna write it from the movie but I'm also writing it like the book which means Edmund and Penelope are too young to have a relationship (I've read fanfiction before that had romances when they were young. *shudders* Never again. But their relationship will blossom during the Golden Age where it makes sense AND they are old enough to have little feelings for each other. I will warn you, Penelope's reason to be in Narnia may be cliché to you because well, aren't every OC's reasons cliché? Now if you review (which will be surprising to me) and say that Penelope's a Mary Sue, you had already been warned and it's not like I'm making you read it. You click the 'Back' button and go have a real life (because I don't have one, I'm not sucking you into my non existing life! XD).
Disclaimer: For those of you who don't know, I DO NOT OWN THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA BECAUSE I AM NOT AWESOME ENOUGH TO HAVE C.S. LEWIS' CREATIVITY! I'm just a fan and I only own my OC who I'm trying not to send to the pit of rejected OC's. Are we good?
A soft knock on Professor Kirke's door rang throughout his quiet office. The Professor was currently writing on a piece of parchment with his quill in hand and was at the process of dipping his quill in the bottle of ink. Without lifting his head he called out, "You may enter." The door a jarred slowly until it was fully open and revealed a small girl, around the age of eleven or so, with her small hand still clutching on the doorknob. She had dirty blond curly but fizzy hair that reached to her shoulders and a pair of light brown eyes. She had a normal body type, a little chubby, as any other girl at her age. Her face was oval but not noticeable for she was still only a little girl and she had freckles sprinkled at her cheeks and had baby cheeks as well. She was wearing a simple checkered light blue/grey short sleeved dress with matching grey stockings and a pair of black shoes. The Professor raised his head, revealing his old but also gentle face of a grandfather, and he smiled at the girl. "Why good afternoon Penelope. How are you faring?" he asked with a kindness in his voice. The girl, Penelope, responded with a large smile and an energetic nod, making her hair wave franticly.
She stopped in mid nod and then quickly remembered her teachings, lifted her hands and let her hands do the talking. 'I am feeling fine, thank you.'
The Professor smiled in approval, "I see that you've been practicing. Although you need to slow down your hands so others would understand you." Penelope nodded, understanding what she was told. "Well come in, come in. No use of standing there all afternoon." He urged her in with his hands. Chuckling, the wise man watched her briskly walk towards a chair that was in front of his desk, a tinge of pink sprinkled on her cheeks. "Now then, shall we begin?" he asked her gently as she jester with her hands, 'Yes, please.' He smiled at Penelope and began her lessons of sign language.
Penelope Carmichael, a young innocent girl, was a mute for the past three and a half years. She was diagnosed with the disability to speak when she was an infant who unfortunately didn't develop correctly when she was in the process of being born. It was small, almost unnoticeable, that even her parents had no idea of their child's well-being. As the years passed, her parents began to notice her voice becoming quieter, ever so softly that it was barely audible. They took her to almost every doctor in town but they couldn't find out what was wrong with her. They asked Penelope if she was pretending and made her scream as loud as she can. The result? A hoarse whisper escaped passed her mouth. Then they tried to make her to talk for a long time, having conversation with the doctors but she could only whisper back to them. By the time she was turned seven years old; her voice was lost to the world. She could no longer speak with her parents about the things she did in school, she could no longer count to ten whenever she played with the rest of the children, she could no longer sing in an off key tone while her father played the piano. She could no longer laugh, scream, talk, cry, anything ever again for the rest of her life.
This came to a surprise to the family and many times did they weep over the loss of her speech. Her childhood was never the same but she never lost hope. Even though she was told that there was no chance for her to recover her voice back, she didn't give up on herself. She still wanted to grow up like a normal child and so far, so good. It was then when her parents decided to have sign language lesson for Penelope, just in case she had nothing to write on/with and sign language had been known throughout the world by many people so she'll have some form of communication. True that sign language was used for deaf people but mutes are also known for using sign language as well. That's when her parents turned to Professor Kirke, which was only a thirty minute drive to their house to the Professors, who had known Penelope's grandfather but they, Penelope and the rest of her family, had never met him before. The Professor and her parents arranged for her studies of sign language, for he had study sign language, and it had been nearly a year since they started it.
The Professor looked at her and said with his hands, 'Has your parents told you about the war that's currently happening by any chance?' Penelope thought for a moment, trying to remember what to say with her hands, 'Not so much, sir. They don't want me to think too much on it.' The Professor sighed, 'Your parents should know better to tell you about what's happening in the world. If you don't know the world around, you miss out on loads of events; at least that's what I think.' He said with his hands.
Penelope smiled; she thought that the Professor was an interesting fellow. She had learned a little about the world around her from having private lesson with him. She could never tell her parents for they don't think a girl at her age shouldn't know certain things until she was older. She was just glad to know an adult who will tell her the truth when she needed it, even though it was scary most of the time. 'Is everything alright? I mean the war?' she asked with her hands.
The Professor looked at her sadly, 'I'm afraid not my dear girl,' he said with his hands, 'On September 7th, just four days ago, the Germans had started an air raid over London. Dropping bombs everywhere, causing people to lose their families and homes. They've been bombing several places as well, in England. But not to worry my dear, they are evacuating all of the children to stay out here in the country. In fact, I've decided upon myself to take in children until the raids are over. It's jolly good that you and your family don't have to mix into the air raids.'
Penelope's eyes were as wide as she could get them, this was terrible news that she heard! She agreed with the Professor that she was lucky to live in the country. She's too little to know such things but she couldn't help to believe the Professor's words. She's not supposed to think about something that was bigger than what she knew about life, which was really not much. She also never thought about war and violence at her age either but she somehow learned it by just hearing the awful news. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she lived in the places where they were bombing. A shiver crept slowly up her spine at the mere thought of it, the thought of war. Thoughts that no one in her age should know but unfortunately the children who are living around the air raids are going through it. She shook her head to get rid of the feeling but it still lingered in her little mind.
The Professor noticed the little girl's distress and he said with his hands, 'Enough grim talk, we're here to teach you sign language. But your parents don't need to know that, do they?' he smiled as he winked her while she grinned in delight. She sometimes forgets that he was a knowing Professor and not a mischievous youngling.
'Remember, you might see the children I spoke of in the next few days here during your lessons. Don't be afraid of them when you meet them, if you get the chance.' The Professor told her, this time with his voice. She nodded slowly while a light red color appeared on her chubby cheeks. She knew what he was talking about but she couldn't help it! Strangers scared her more than anything when she became a mute. She was afraid of their reactions when they find out about her 'problem' and she was also afraid of being mocked at. Because of her problem, it had affected her dream of being a normal child. But hearing the Professor gave her a little courage to fulfill his request, even though it would be difficult to accomplish. The Professor chuckled, like he knew what she was thinking.
'Shall we continue?'
Author's note: If you want a better title name that makes sense, just write it in your review because I really have no creative cell in my body to come up with a great story title. Hope you guys enjoy it and we'll see the Pevensie's in maybe in future chapters. Don't want to start the adventure just yet and I think it would be too soon anyways.
Bye bye, Adois, Ciao, Ja ne, have a nice day!
PurpleViolin