The night sky covered Narnia like a blanket with only the moon casting eerie shadows on the grounds below

The night sky covered Narnia like a blanket with only the moon casting eerie shadows on the grounds below. The air whispered and shook the trees. Snow and ice was covering the grass and flowers. Somewhere along the woods a small hut had become the victim of the White Witch. Wolves surrounded the little structure. They were ready to strike and take the hut when they heard a set of bells behind them from the woods behind them. Meanwhile inside the little house there came some talk.

"Samantha, you must leave. The White Witch already knows too much of our efforts." The woman said to her child.

She was packing some items into a blanket. Then she stopped and stared at her daughter and looked lovingly at her. She had a pair of sad brown eyes and her hair was light brown with streaks of grey. She looked as though she had been a beautiful soul when she was younger.

The daughter had a worried look on her beautiful face. "Wait, Mum your coming aren't you?" she asked.

"No my child I will stay here and draw them off." She said. She did not even look at her daughter not wanting to see her reaction.

"But Mum you will surely die…you must come." Samantha pleaded. She had loved her mother with her heart and soul. Ever since her father died Samantha had grown with more and more love for her.

The White Witch had left the Leonowin's family with very little time before she would take care of them once and for all.

"Go, before they get here." The mother said. Samantha grabbed what little she and her mother had packed before she saddled the family's best friend and horse.

There was a sudden panic and she heard the wolves try and break through the windows and door. Samantha mounted James before asking her mother come one last time. But her mother told James to hurry along and with that Samantha rode off alone. She looked back only to see her mother being attacked by some dwarfs and wolves.

"MUM!" she cried. But even the winter air could not carry her voice. Back at the house a dwarf caught sight of Samantha riding off and launched an arrow that hit her right shoulder. She fell right into a patch of snow that covered her body completely. Some wolves and dwarfs ran past without noticing she lie there.

All was quiet and Narnia was still. Snow started to fall amid the ground. Samantha lay there almost lifeless. Small tears ran down her face and her hands were almost completely frozen. She could not lift herself up. Her shoulder hurt so badly and even the arrow was still lodged in her skin with blood trickling down her shirt.

"Aslan,Oh where are you? Please help me. It hurts so bad." Samanha cried btween sobs. It tok her a whi before she caught her breath and was able to focus on her injury.

Samantha tried to pull out the arrow a few times but she could not believe how much it hurt. She decided to let it be and silently whimpered. She looked up to the sky and snow fell upon her eyelashes. Memories started to flood her mind. She remembered her mother and father holding her up to catch the lace like crystals and the way they felt on her face. She went through every thought of her parents and let her memories take over her body. Samantha did not feel cold that night because the warmth of her love spread through her like a prairie fire. Even the harsh winds brought no cold feelings as Samantha drifted to sleep.

Samantha's Point Of View

I can only remember the dream I had. It was unlike any I had ever experienced. It came with warm color and I could see the colors of wild flowers that were depicted in the books my mother had shown me when I was a child. I had never experienced the spring or summer that my mother often talked about. She was one of the only fairies left who had seen such a marvel in Narnia. We fairy people were very much like humans only we had magical abilities and some of us were capable of flying. I never knew what my real powers were and what they could do because the White Witch forbid the use of magic in Narnia. But the dream made me feel as though I had wings and I suddenly burst into the clouds above. I saw Narnia as it should have bee rich with color and vibrancy that had left a century ago. Then I saw the ocean and even from the sky I could feel the breeze and smell the salt like air. I could not help but see Cair Paravel below. Though I d never actually left my home in the shuttering woods, I knew what it would look like. Then I heard a voice.

"That is Cair Paravel my lady," it spoke. I turned to see the Great Lion standing in front of me. I had only heard of him from secret talks with my mother. My eyes stared into his brave ones before I nodded with respect for him. I should have bowed but I could ot do so while being suspended in mid air. I came closer to him.

"I have only seen it in old books and yet it seems as if I have been there before." I whispered only loud enough for his ears to hear.

"It is only natural that you recognize your destiny." He remarked.

I turned.

"Destiny? What shall I be doing there?" I asked. He chuckled with a warm hearted smile on his face.

"That will come at another time. But for now I must ask you to be patient for your wounds will heal and your love will overtake sorrow as memories take over nightmares." He told me. I nodded with understanding then turned back to look at the castle below.

"You're referring to my mother." I whispered. I seemed to remember the look on her face and the scream she yelled before being attacked. He came closer to me even though we were both looking down from a cloud and had really nothing under our feet besides fog and mist.

"Your loss is tragic for I knew her too as a loving, and kind fairy." He said. Why did he feel so close to me when he seemed as though his mind was up somewhere in the stars.

"Only time can heal the pain of seeing her in her last moments of her life but another way to heal is to find love elsewhere and that will heal faster than putting on bandages." He said in rather a cyptic way. I could not tell if he was referring to my arrow wound or my mother.

"I don't understand." I said. I looked up at him with curiosity.

"You will." He replied.

"Now I must go for time is changing and spring is coming,"

I watched with awe as he jumped far into the heavens. He let out a thunderous roar that made me feel wind in my hair and put a smile on my lips. I suddenly felt whole again only to realize that it was just a dream.

Narrative Point Of View

Much to Samantha's unhappiness the dream made her wake only to feel the cold snow against her body. Her clothes were soaking wet and she knew she was loosing a lot of blood from her shoulder. Again she tried to release the arrow from her right arm but the pain was now worse making certain she had an infection. The snow kept falling even through the day time. But now she realized there was something quite different from the valley she had fallen from the night before. Birds were singing and there was not the quiet eeriness she had seen before. She looked up only to have a raindrop fall on her face. It was wet the snow was not frozen…it was wet. Then she saw the most beautiful of all sights the tree atop her head was blooming into pink blossoms. Samantha was stunned never had she seen such beauty. She had to get up she wanted to touch the lovely blossoms and the leaves. She started to get up but pain over went her body. She screamed loudly and it carried across the trees to the White Witch herself.