Hey everybody! So I have finally told myself more than twenty times that the prologue for my Narnia story is perfect enough to be posted - the first chapter? Not so much. There might be some time before I will post the rest of the story as I am still writing and editing various mistakes. If you find any in the prologue, please do tell me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Narnia-related and I make no profit of this, whatsoever. Titiana is mine, and that is about it.

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Prologue.

The sun was slowly setting and very little wind was moving, but the slight wind that was moving didn't seem to bother the trees at all, for they had gone to sleep a long time ago. As told, no trees were moving and also no animals were heard at the outlying parts of the forest. But in the distance, far beyond the many unmoving tree, if one listened close enough, one could hear the sound of voices. This was not something that happened often around here. At least not since the two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve had left the fantastic world, Narnia once was. Now that the Telmarines – a folk from a land called Telmar – had invaded the place, the old folk, the Narnians, had set off to live in the Shuddering Woods.

Saved by these Narnians was this little girl one just couldn't help but like. She had hair as black as the night, but eyes blue as the sky on a bright day. Before coming to live with them in the Woods, someone had dropped her off in the edge of the trees. She had been found by a friendly centaur taking a run to make sure everything was at peace. It was very risky of the half man, half horse to run so close to the open fields, but he, Atticus, had had a feeling something would happen that night. Good or bad, he did not know, but when he found the little girl he galloped back to the pack of centaurs, now sure that what had happened was a good thing indeed.

Those voices, in the depth of the Woods, were discussing whether or not to let her stay, if they should kill her (most were disgusted with doing so), or send her back to where she came from. Most were agreeing with choice number three, though they did already adore the little girl.

"I say we send her back! She doesn't belong," said one dwarf going by the name Trumpkin. While he didn't hate the Telmarines too much – no-one did – he didn't like or trust them either. He was somewhere in between.

"And risk being discovered?" asked a badger named Trufflehunter, a friend of the dwarf. "We have to keep her here, let the Telmarines think she got snatched by a wild animal and got killed." Many disagreed with Trufflehunter, but he stood his ground. He was sure she was led to them for a reason, as it had been for a reason Aslan wasn't always with them. "They left her here in the Woods for reasons unbeknownst to us," exclaimed Trufflehunter, but everyone was too busy to pay him any attention.

The little girl everyone was discussing about was safely sleeping in the arms of her saviour; unbeknownst to her what chaos she was the cause of. Finally, after much consideration, Atticus spoke up. "I think we should keep her here with us! Let her grow up with us. If she doesn't knows of the threat her own kind sees us as, she won't be one to kill us. I believe I was to save her for a reason only Aslan will ever know of." He looked down at the little girl and watched as she stretched sleepy in his arms. A smile crept over his face. "Us centaurs can teach her how to be one of us. We will teach her how to fight among us and not against us." He had changed everyone's – except the ever so grumbling Nikabrik – minds about her when he had first mentioned Aslan.

After so much debating, the Narnians all agreed to the idea of wise Atticus, as he had often been right when it came to hard choices.

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