I'm in the middle of my study leave at the minute, but I have an idea for a story. I'm very sorry for not updating my other stories, I will after the 16th of June, when my exams are over.
The Lantern Waste was alive with the drumming of horse hooves, the two white horses jumped and galloped, while the two young women held on for dear life. Adrenaline pumped through their royal veins, while their eyes were ablaze with excitement. The two felt free on their stallions, away from their lives at the palace.
The younger of the sister raced ahead, but her older sister soon over took her. The younger rolled her eyes as she slowed her horse to meet her stationary sister. They both lowered their hoods to revel their silver and gold crowns.
"Told you I was faster, sister." The blonde haired girl laughed, while fixing her golden crown. She was the older and the fairer of the two. She had been praised many times for her long blonde hair and beauty. Her name echoed her beauty; Swanwhite.
"I let you win my queen." The younger of the two gave a small mock bow while on her horse. The two laughed at this, the younger of the two was Natanava. She unlike her sister had her father's black hair and was shorter than her sister, and was always shadowed by her sister.
Natanava looked straight in front of her in a dream like gaze. She dismounted her horse gracefully and walked towards the sight. Her sister looked at her with a tinted head, confusing filling her blue eyes. Her eyes flicked to the direction of her sister gaze.
There in front of them was the tree of protection, violently ripped from the ground. Natanava's eyes searched up and down the mangled tree, which had been the symbol of Narnia's security. She gently brushed a pale hand over course black bark.
"I think it'd be best to have guards posted around the tree in order to protect ourselves against the witch, and Dr Conrad to insect the tree, in hope of another." The young girl of seventeen spoke to the sister, two years her senior.
"Yes your majesty." Swanwhite said with malice in her voice. After their father's death she had been made queen, and hated when that power was taken from her.
"I only thought"
"Don't. I am the queen, not you. I will decide what will become of this tree. Come now it's getting dark."
Natanava looked in horror as the women, easily the size of the great lamppost plunged her sword through her older sister. Her brother's hands taped themselves to her month to stop them from being found. But it was too late.