My name is Adalia.

I was born in the Wild Land of the North and raised in the court of Archenland. I have no father and no mother. A travelling maid found me and my mother and took pity on me. She took me from my mother with the promise I would receive a better life. She then took me to Archenland and raised me until I was six. She trained me from an early age to be a lady's maid. Then she died, and I was once more alone. No one in Archenland wanted me and yet they would not cast me out, as it was against their humanist principals. So I was instead given to the stable keepers to be trained as a stable hand. Within the year I could ride any horse I found, bareback if necessary. I could calm all manner of beasts. And thanks to my playmates and friends, the stable boys who worked around me, soon I was also skilled in arm to arm combat and swordplay.

I did not mention, I was born into a time of great peace. Some already have begun to call in the Golden Age, and indeed it was. But, it is past. Yes, I was born in the time of the great Kings and Queens of Narnia, but when I was three years old, they vanished and never returned.

For a time, things continued on as normal. Narnia, the neighbouring land to Archenland governed itself. As I grew older though, whisperings echoed through the court. It was said that Narnia was never truly alright unless there was a human on its throne. The rulings of the famed Talking Beats I had never met were not enough.

My story begins when I turn sixteen, a few months before the Telmarines invaded Narnia. It was the beginning of the end.