my miracle.
She giggled, he ran after her, "you'll never catch me!" "I will! Even if it takes days!" he grabbed her waist, she wriggled, trying to get free. "Peter!" "Yees Emilia?" "let me goooo!"
He looked at her through his dark eyelashes, "Is that Pete's girlfriend?" Will laughed, "No, its his baby sister. The living miracle." "Living miracle?" "She has half a heart."
"Aye then you-" Peter stopped, Jack followed his eyes towards Emilia, she looked faint. "Somethings wrong" She looked up at her brother with that look in the eyes. Pain.
He walked towards the darkening silhouette, he could just about make out the curls that fell from her shoulders. He sat beside her. "Don't you think it would be safer over there?" She didn't answer him for a while, then she spoke, "Sometimes the safest places are in the most dangerous." Her blue eyes pierced through his heart, "I take risks." "I see that, your quite adventurous.." "I never had a childhood." "Living miracle?" "I never liked that" "Are you anyone's miracle?" Although he could not see it in such light, her cheeks glowed a familliar red. "I should be going." He watched as she got up, she looked at him. "I hope to see you again one day." There was a twinkle in her eye, "So do i."
"I havent seen you in ages." Jack smiled, his eyes searching for something, or someone else. "Big house you have here.." "Yeah, Granda left it to my parents. Hey, i want you to meet my sister." They walked into a room full of light, sheep painted on the walls. The kind of place that made you smile. Emilia was sitting on the floor, painting a canvas the length of the wall. "Peter! help me with something!" he rolled his eyes, "give me a minute." After he'd ran out, Jack looked down at the painting, "Narnia." She smiled, "I read alot." "You like sheep?" "This used to be where i'd see the doctor. There used to be a new note on the wall everytime i came in, so when i got better, i painted a sheep for every note." "Why Narnia? Why not draw something small on the outside but big inside?" "Narnia." He watched as she painted one last thing. A lampost.
Once upon a time a faun met a Daughter of Eve at a lampost, they became friends and along with her brothers and sisters, defeated the dark evil that ruled the land. The darkness had cast ice and snow over the land, but it was never christmas. That land was called Narnia.
Emilia smiled as her children read the summary of the book. "We want to read it! Can we?" "Only if your good." She elbowed Jack in the ribs, "Daddy's kidding, Of course you can. Why don't i read it?" "Yay!"
"Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London because of the air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs Macready and three servants. (Their names were Ivy, Margraret and Betty, but they do not come in the story much.) He himself had was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his head, and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at the front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and Edmund (who was the next youngest) wanted to laugh and had to keep on pretending he was blowing his nose to hide it.."