Disclaimer: I still don't own Narnia. bummer ain't it?
Authors note: I'd like to thank Morohtar who suggested this story and Petraverd for being my beta. I couldn't have done it without them. This story is in a way a continuation of another short story I wrote called The Bell and the Hammer. It's not nessecary to read it first but it might make a nice little prologue of sorts. So with out further ado I present to you the Narnia Letters.
The Narnia Letters
This is a collection of correspondences among the friends of Narnia along with a few journal entries and things of that sort but since they are mostly letters I saw no need to mention the latter in the title. Do not bother asking me how I came into possession of these documents for I shall not tell you.
This first one is a letter from Professor Kirke who is commonly referred to as the Professor or even simply the 'Prof.' by the younger friends of Narnia but is called Digory by Miss Plummer whom this letter is addressed to. Miss Plummer is usually referred to as "Aunt Polly" by most of the friends of Narnia except for the Prof. who calls her Polly. I'll stop rambling about names now and give you the letter, which I should add was sent the very day after the whole adventure with the wardrobe.
Dear Polly,
It's been a while since I've written and I am deeply sorry for my lack of diligence. I trust you are keeping well. I found one of your books in a bookstore, the other day. It was a beautiful story. I am so glad you decided to keep writing.
I write to you now with some extraordinary news. I expect you remember well the days when we first met and the events that followed. You may also recall the tree that grew in the back garden afterwards. I'm not certain whether or not I told you that it blew down in that storm several years ago. I have had part of it's timber made into a wardrobe in my house here in the country. Well, about two weeks ago, four children evacuated from London came to stay here and they discovered something rather remarkable about the wardrobe. It seems that even the wood from the tree has magical properties. It's all very fascinating that it should work like that.
It turned out that this wardrobe was a door into Narnia. Apparently it came out very near the lamppost (which is still lit by the way.) This all makes perfect sense when you think of it for that is where the mother tree, the Tree of Protection was planted. Many things have changed in Narnia since our visit. The four children found it in a state of continuous winter. It seems that after the Tree of Protection perished, Jadis returned and ruled over Narnia for a hundred years magically keeping it in a year round cold season. I feel a renewed sense of regret now because it was my fault Jadis ended up in Narnia in the first place. I had no idea to what extent the consequences of my actions would be. I haven't told the children anything about what I've done yet. They only know that I've been to Narnia before. Though I suppose I shall have to tell them the whole story sometime.
The winter and the rule of the witch, is all over now thanks to Aslan and the four children. As Aslan said the worst fell upon Him. He gave everything to conquer Jadis and free Narnia. The four children then ruled Narnia, for a number of years in fact. But as you should remember the time in that world takes up none of the time in our world. So they were back before I knew they had gone. There is so much to tell to you about. How would you like to come up for a week or so to talk it all over? It would be just like when you used to visit in the summer all those years ago. Please say yes. I'll wait for your reply.
Yours truly;
Digory Kirke
I hope you have enjoyed this first installment.
There will be more to follow.
Sincerely, anonymous.