It seems every time I open this site, I see "girl stumbles into Narnia" fics (that's not a bad thing really. I wish that'd happen to me, and all.) But who ever thought of "boy stumbles into Narnia"? It just changes the situation. It came to mind, and ten minutes later, I came up with this plot. This is only the prologue. Enjoy! And, I'll only be continuing this story if I know some people is going to read it. Thanks.
Prologue: A Shadow in Time
I was just a shadow, a shadow by their sides.
They didn't understand me – a stranger in a strange land. Who was I to judge them? Who was I to be them? I didn't know anything about Talking Animals or Dwarves or Fauns. I knew nothing of their culture, their history, their ways of living! How could I have been driven to come here? Who made me come here? How the hell do I get home?
Who was I to defend their royalty?
Swords swung, arrows flew, and I was left defenceless on my spot on the sidelines. There was nothing I could do but wait. I didn't have a sword, or a bow. The only thing in my possession, and has been there since I came to this damned place, was my practice stick. I held it close, its importance worth more than an injury to my own person.
There was a cry – higher-pitched than the rest. I looked to see who it was and saw a girl falling in the hands of a large man. Her limbs flailed, as she attempted to thrust her weapon into his stomach. The bulky man being much bigger and possibly was more advanced in that area, had found his way to jab at her first.
She screamed once again, falling back, blood gushing out of the fabrics of her dress.
Hockey stick in hand, I bolted.
I was lost, when I might have already found.
But I didn't feel like I was going to be a part of them.
Reviews, por-favor? It's short. But only a prologue. If it's good, I'll continue.
