Frozen Hearts

I had a very happy life before all of this happened. I was like Bilbo Baggins, nothing unexpected ever happened to me and all of a sudden, the Fates decided to toss me into a world that should not even exist. It was logically impossible. The world belonged to a book and the book belonged to a long-deceased author who pulled it out of his wonderfully creative brain. It was at this moment — despite how very cliché this sounds; I had my life flash before my eyes. Some childhood memories came flooding back. I saw my parents and my younger sister. They were all genuinely smiling and happy to see me. I smiled despite the fact I was bleeding to death. I had no idea what I was doing even running into a war that wasn't mine to fight! I could hear my mom whispering to me soothingly, in that familiar motherly voice — it is okay, sweetie, you are going to be okay. We love you. My brave girl. I felt a tear slide down my face as I sucked in as much air as possible. I was losing air and I felt like my lungs were being crushed.

"No, Liv, don't close your eyes." A voice next to me said.

"I'm going home." I whispered back. "Let me go."

"I can't let you go. Not after everything you did for me."

I didn't hear anything else after that. I felt nothing but peace. I had done my job as a Guardian. That's when I saw Him. Aslan was at the crossing of a river and a vast green field beyond with the ever shining sun. Something that I was longing to go to; I wanted to see Aslan's Country.

"What are you doing, Dear One?" he asked, not unkindly however.

"I'm coming home. I've done the duty you have given me."

Aslan smiled — well, at least it looked like a smile to me. He walked up to me and I kneeled before him. My hands were in my lap and I felt his warm paw gently press down on my hands.

"Your task is not yet finished, Liv Mulligan. You still have a greater calling ahead of you. Arise, my child, your family is already waiting."

"My fam-family?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes,"

Before I could ask any more questions, the sun blinded my vision as my eyes shot open. I took in a sharp, deep breath and I could see smiles around me. He hovered over me, a worried expression across his features but rapidly changed once he saw I was breathing and alive.

"Liv?"

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Brooklyn, New York

"Come on! Livy the party is starting!" Anna exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Don't call me Livy. My name is Liv and I am not going to some stupid high school party. I don't want to associate with youths who like to waste their lives away drinking and doing God knows what else. No thank you. Anyway why can't you just invite Meg or Charlie?"

"Because Meg is studying for an AP test and Charlie said she was going out of town for the weekend with her mom before her mom gets hitched to some guy she's been dating for like ever."

"Besides, why do you so desperately want to go to this party anyhow? It's an hour away in Midtown. It's a total waste!"

"Why can't you just let me have fun and get a chance to make friends?"

"Those people are not going to be your friends. The only thing they want is to get wasted and—,"

"Ugh you are so not fair! Mom!" Anna screeched, stomping out of my room. "Livy is not going as my chaperone."

"Liv, why can't you just go with your sister for once?"

"For once?" I exclaimed, annoyed. "Mom, I always do things for her! I know what these people are like. I go to the same school as Anna. They're dreadful. Besides, I'm not qualified to be a chaperone. I'm only six months older than Livy."

"Okay, Miss Drama Queen," our mother gave in. "Anna, you're not going."

Anna was about to object but our mom cut her off with a look before heading to her own bedroom. Anna glared at me before yelling angrily and grabbed my freshly printed story off my desk.

"You are the worst sister ever! I hate you! Just to prove how much I hate you—,"

"Anna, don't!" I cried, my eyes widening as she was about to tear my story in half. "Anna, no! Don't do it!"

"If you go with me to the party, I won't do this." Anna threatened.

"Don't put that challenge on me. You know I hate parties."

"I'm sorry — wait, no I'm actually not!"

Anna tore the paper and tossed it on my floor nonchalantly. I glared back at her and showed the middle finger to her.

"I hate you! You better start running for your life!" I screamed at her.

Anna shrieked and ran down the stairs as I chased her around the living room and the kitchen. Mom came down the stairs as she heard our commotion. I pinned Ana down on the couch and slapped her and clawed at her. Anna screamed. Mom pulled me off her and held me back.

"Liv, no!" Mom exclaimed. "You're hurting her!"

"I hate you! I never want to see you again!" I screamed at her as tears fell from my eyes. "You're nothing! I hate you!"

Mom pulled me back and sat me down in the guest bedroom downstairs. She closed the door and sent me a look.

"Liv, why did you do that to your sister?"

"She tore up the story that I'd been working on for ages! She ruined my life!"

"I know it's hard, Liv." Mom sat down next to me as I cried. "You are such a talented writer. Anna shouldn't have done that but you shouldn't be so hard on your sister."

"I can't help it she is the one being an annoying little brat!" I exclaimed, through tears.

"Sweetie—,"

"No! I won't! I don't want to see her ever again."

I ran out of the guest room and up the stairs to my own. I tripped on the top step — I happened to do that quite frequently, I have no clue why but I did. I opened my bedroom door and instead of falling into my room, I fell into something white, cold and fluffy. I let out a sharp gasp and a shriek.

"What the hell?" I cried getting up as the snow numbed my hands.

My jeans were soaked at the knees and so were my warm fuzzy slippers. The sleeves to my brownish shirt were wet now. I shivered from the cold and looked around. Was this some sort of joke? I thought. I began trudging through the snow looking for some form of civilization. As I kept walking, a rustling distracted me. A few seconds later, a fox appeared in front of me. It wagged its tale and looked up at me. I bent low and stretched my hand out towards it. He sniffed my hand once and then did something that would ultimately terrify me for the rest of my life.

"Are you truly a human?" it asked.

My eyes widened in shock and I was about to scream bloody murder.

"Don't yell! Unless you want the White Witch to discover our whereabouts and take you as her prisoner," the fox exclaimed.

I let out a choked breath and nodded slowly.

"Oh my god, you're actually talking. A fox is actually talking to me! What the hell is going on? Where am I? Is this some sort of trick?" I demanded, all in one breath.

"This is no 'trick', Daughter of Eve. You are in Narnia."

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