On Stranger Tides
So this is another universe of Narnia so forget about the Narnia elf Princess.
Age list:
Wisteria: 17
Lucy: 16
Edmund: 17
Caspian: 20
Eustace: 14
Wisteria Evanstar is a dreamer, focusing her life on books reading adventures and fantasy .On her seventeenth birthday her Godfather Marius gave her a portrait that sends her to the world of Narnia. Now discovering the truth she joins helps Lucy, Edmund, Caspian, and Eustace in search of the seven lords. However, whiplashes aren't fun when you discover your heritage, capture by slave trader, a green demonic mist, and talking animals. Can Wisteria survive or what she thought of adventure is not what it seems from pages of the story.
Chapter 1:Birthday Present
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grieve,
So dawn goes down today
Nothing gold can stay.
"Nothing gold can stay."
"I've see you're interested in Robert Frost." Stated a male deep voice. I jumped, clutching my heart to see my godfather chuckleing at the door to his library. I rolled my eye, sticking out my tongue before picking up the book to place the book-mark on, 'Nothing Gold can stay'
"Enjoy the auction Uncle?" I asked. Though Marius wasn't really my uncle, he is a friend of my mom since I was born. It was weird how they met. Mom never told me but Marius did, he said he was driving from another successful auction when he found a woman in with a baby on the side of the road; he took her into the hospital and funded us. Ever since then we lived together as a family, that is last summer mom passed away from an illness. So instead of going into the foster system, Marius took me in to his loft apartment in Washington D.C. He is a famous auctioneer; selling artifact that of history, art, or Hollywood film he can sell anything. He was a man of his mid-fifties, of black hair with white streak on the side and brown eyes.
"Why yes, Wisteria, sold a lot of Mediterranean renaissances artwork and antiques." He murmured, as he enters to take a seat with me on the couch handing me a package square, a frame? "I saw this and thought of you. Why don't you open it?"
Feeling like a kid on Christmas tearring the wrapping paper. Instead of a toy it was an oil painting. Probably from the 16th century as the plate read, The Lone Islands. It suited the painting well, as the scheme was a Mediterranean stone city on the side of a island while a dragon like vessel in the far off distance in the sun horizon.
"It's beautiful Marius, it must have cost a fortune?" I awed tracing the bronze forge frame.
He laughed, "Not at all. Has been in storage for over sixty year's. Some family in England didn't want it during world war two, probably the great depression in need on money. There were no records so with little payment I got it and I thought since your birthday is tomorrow it'll make a grand gift."
Suddenly my heart dropped, looking at the painting. "It would be different than last year...without mom."
Marius sighs and wrapped his arm around me, "I know my dear, and I wish she was here too, but we can't always get what we want. You look so much like Fantine having her eyes and hair." Standing up offering his hand, "Come, we must hang it then supper."
I smiled and took his hand, "Sounds good."
.o0o.
My name is Wisteria Drinia Evanstar; I'm almost seventeen and an orphan. My mother Fantine died last year of an illness while my father . . . I never knew my father or his name. Fantinr never talked much about him, only told he was a honest noble man who studies sailing and navigation, a strange act from where he was from. She always mention how I remind her of him since I love the sea's and gazed long hours at the constellation. Since then I've been living with my god father Marius a friend of mom, who I love dearly for he took me in, gave me a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and everything.
I lay in bed starring at the mirror that hang on the ceiling while the roof was decorated that of a starry night lost in my reflection. I was almost seventeen but still look young on certain parts. I was tall and leggy like my mother though body haven't mature to the potential looking at my near flat chest, got the hip but not the bust. My skin a gentle gold, always have sun or not a trait I gotten from my father (or at least that what mom said.) I miss my mother very much, as we both have toffee color wavy hair that was long and silk and unique eye color of Violet-purple, a strange rare mutation called 'Alexandria Genesis.'
Unlike the original case on this rare genetic mutation, my body can't grow any facial or body hair then what on top of m head yand eyebrows, lack a menstruation cycle though doctor say still fertile, and maybe can live to be two hundred or that's what scientist believe. It's quite funny when your teachers call you Elizabeth Taylor for a joke. Although born with Violet- purple, though instead of naming me Violet Fantine name me after her favorite flower, Wisteria.
I sigh and turned toward the side and stare at my present of the lone islands. It's so alluring to stare at. Then at a small picture of mom that rested on my nightstand. I smile a little a glazed the glass,
"Night mom," I whisper before turning off the lights and into my subconscious dreams full of fantasy.
.o0o.
"I'm so sorry Wisteria, but I have to announce that I have to go to New York today for an art show." Marius announced during lunch as we at in the dining room eating some Chinese takeout. "Even on your birthday."
I swallow a bite of chow mien. "S'okay, at least you're spending birthday lunch with me."
He scowled making his wrinkles more noticeable, "Still if it weren't for school I would have taken you."
Putting the chop sticks down and gave another reassuring smile, "It's alright Marius, just bring me back a something?"
Marius nodded in defeat, he's always tried to bring me around the world of his job, for last summer we spend a month in England. But it was autumn and a Sunday, so school tomorrow. Marius than gave a smile as he pulled out two velvet boxes out from under him then handed them to me.
"This was your mother's gift to you."
I open the long one to find a charm bracelet with five charms: a diamond star, ruby heart, a golden lion, Sun and silver moon. It was beautiful, emember Fantine wearing this and never taking it off. When I open the second gift to find a necklace, that of an amethyst crown in Celtic knots while the chain was made of gold. I touched the elusive work impossible to fully describe it.
"It's beautiful, can you help me put it on?" Marius happily oblige in putting on the necklace and bracelet that he told me were a gift my father gave mom. It was nice to have a piece from both of them. Afterward we had a cake, listening to Marius singing 'Happy Birthday' while making a wish and blowing out the candles.
I wish for a life of adventure
Once we finished eating,I walked Marius out to the door, for some reason it felt like this would be the last time I'm going to see him. SHaking that sad feeling aside, we gave a kiss on the cheek, he pulled back as his brown eyes full of sadness of goodbye. The look in those eyes made the feeling even worse knowing his age and work addiction. Before I could ask whats wrong, he grabbed his brief-case stepping into the elevator with a wave. I sihed, walking back to the loft, locking the door, then return to my room. Most teenagers would spend their birthdays with friends, though i hardly had any, because students asked school call me a book worm, taking things to seriously in classes instead of hanging loose while chatting about the latest gossip or politics. Practically Marius is the only friend I have. But there's more to me than being a bookworm. As I stared at the candle on the night stand.
I have a secret, I'm not like most girl for I am not normal, as I lean forward at the candle and blew on it. The spark on the wick then consumed in flame. A gift of magic my mother said, practical magic that defy the law's of theory. That from simple things of lighting a candle with my breath, moving small objects without using my hands, strong memory and unique dreams. You could call me a witch, but it wasn't witchery its a gift, one I mustn't brag about.
I smile at the candle then focused on the picture that hung on the wall.
"The Lone Islands . . . what a peculiar name?" I continued to stare at it longer to notice how the painting was coming to life.
The waved rising then fall in swayed while the trees bend along the wind . . . Interesting. Must be tired to mildy hallucinate such action, even smelling the oceans. Wait a minute that's impossible, for the candle was scented cinnamon not ocean. Instantly I stood up walking topwards the painting to examine it, to realize that the painting is actually moving. Hold up, isn't this some renaissance painting not some digital picture frame? Curiosty got the better of me, as I touched the supposed glass cautiously when all of the sudden water was spewing out in large gallons. The painting pouring and pouring continuesly making the purple capeting vanished instantly.
"What in the world!" I exclaimed,covering the fountain frame except it wouldn't stop. Immediatlely removing the picture off the wall inspecting if there was a pipe leak. Only when then frame got off the nail more water poured ouit forcefully, that I realizing that the water now cover a a quarter of the room reaching my waist.
Impossible!
A sudden current took me under less than a second to catch my breath as I felt sand under my hand. Swimming back towards the surface to gasp for air, eyes burned by the saltiness. My body swashing around to find myself no longer in my room, but thirty or so feet away from a beach. What the hell! That is when I suddenly realsized i wasn't in D.C anymore. No, somehow i ended up inside the painting.
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So yeah that is chapter one on "On Stranger Tides"
So I put up some clues can you guess
Who is her Father?
Why was Fantine found outside the highway?
How can Wisteria perform magic?
Also does Marius knows?
Thanks for reading
Silent wolf singer