Prologue
The Great Lion padded soundlessly through the woods. In his mouth he carried a small bundle. The woods opened out into a small clearing. At the base of one of the trees was a door, it was to this door that the lion directed. He laid the bundle down in front of this door. It was a child. He lifted a paw and knocked on the door. He placed his paw back on the ground and looked at the child. 'Good luck Brenna.' He murmured, breathing on her, before melting back into the woods.
There was a commotion as voices could be heard from inside the tree. 'I don't think you should open it.' One said.
'Why is that Nikabrik?' A second asked.
'It could be a trap.' The one called Nikabrik replied.
'Telmarines do not venture into the woods.' A new voice chipped in.
'I still don't think we should open it.' Nikabrik grumbled.
The other two speakers sighed, as the door creaked open. 'Oh my!' The third speaker, who turned out to be a badger exclaimed.
'What is it Trufflehunter?' The second speaker asked.
'It's a baby. A human baby.' Trufflehunter replied.
'What?' Nikabrik and the other speaker. who were both dwarves, almost yelled.
'Kill it!' Nikabrik ordered.
'No!' Trufflehunter said. 'For it is not a Telmarine child, and look at the blanket, the print of a lion's paw.'
'So?' The second dwarf asked.
'So, Trumpkin, this child has the blessing of the lion, we must take it in.'
'We cannot do that.' Nikabrik argued.
'Yet we must.' Trufflehunter replied. 'We can raise it in the Narnian ways.'
'We can't keep calling it "The Child".' Trumpkin pointed out. 'It must have a name.'
'She has a name.' Trufflehunter replied simply. 'Look, on the blanket, under the paw print. Brenna.' Trumpkin and Nikabrik also looked and agreed with Trufflehunter. Trufflehunter picked Brenna up and carried her into the hollow. The two dwarves followed, shutting the door behind them.
Over the years Brenna grew into a beautiful young woman, with dark brown hair that she kept in either a ponytail or a plait. She had tanned skin from growing up in the wild, and sparkling green eyes that shone when she was happy. She was carefree and happy in her life in the wild. Trufflehunter taught her which plants and berries were edible. Trumpkin taught her how to shoot and Nikabrik, how to handle a sword.
The other Narnians accepted her and even taught her things. The centaurs, about the constellations, star-gazing and more about sword fighting. With the fauns she learnt how to play the flute, how to dance and sing. And everyone was eager to tell her the stories of Narnia and the Golden Age. Brenna listened intently, for she was a curious and adventurous girl. Something which often got her into trouble.
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