When it began
It was cold that day, Rosemarie Pevensie walked through the woods. She was already hunting for a long time and she really needed to find some deer or even a bunny. Suddenly there was a sound. It came from the right. Rose catched her breath. The next moments nothing happened. 'Rose be serious' she told herself. It wasn't like she had to scare herself like that. She was strong, a hunter. And of course, armed. With her aunts Susan's longbow on her back and a full stock of self-made arrows over her shoulder she could face any enemy. And of course there could be no one. Not here, in the middle of the woods. Where you couldn't be seen from the town. Maybe it was just an animal. 'Right Rose, if you want something to eat tonight, you better hunt it instead of being scared of it. She looked to her left and felt better the instant. Her beautiful dog was walking there. 'You weren't scared, were you Foska'.
Foska looked back with her intelligent light brown eyes. She waged her full tail. And walked on gracefully, with her fox colored fur she could almost disappear into the trees, she could walk through the woods without anyone noticing her. Except for the tiny white spot on the end of her tail and the small elegant stripe between her eyes, she really could have been a fox. Right now she was turning her graceful head wondering towards her human friend. 'It's alright girl, nothing to be scared about.' It was mend more to convince herself then the dog, because Foska didn't looked scared at all. Rose sighted and walked on when her eye catched something right in front of her. It was thin rope. And it was mend to let people trip over it, to catch people. She stiffened and listened very carefully. She jumped on the sound of a voice right behind her. 'You know, it would be the hell a lot easier if you just tripped over it.'
She heard Foska growl to the voice and wheeled around. She looked up at a face, and what face. The boy in front of her couldn't be much older than she was, maybe he was sixteen like her, maybe seventeen. He certainly didn't look like a adult man, yet he was gorgeous. His curly dark bronze colored hair hung casually around his beautiful face. And his amazing green eyes were looking down at her, he looked amused. She realized how she must look, her long braided auburn hair hanging around her face, her bright blue eyes round with shock. She righted her shoulders and took a deep breath. Her fist plan was to grab her bow and kill the gorgeous boy in front of her. But then she saw the long sword in his right hand, she gasped, it was just like in the stories her dad used to tell her. Stories about a fantasy land named Narnia, with a talking lion and four siblings from London. Why was she even thinking of those stories, she had bigger problems right now. She was vague aware that Foska was still barking. 'Are you going to shut your dog up, or should I do it for you' the boy still looked amused and shot a glance at his sword. A pang went through Rose, Foska, they could do anything to the beautiful dog, she had to protect Foska, she owed her that. 'Hush girl' she told the angry dog. Foska stopped immediately, glancing upwards to her friend. 'It's okay girl, you'll be fine.'
She was just about to hit the boy's heart with an arrow when three more boys came out of the woods, they were laughing and shouting at each other. 'You got her Jasper?' one of the boys said. Rose gasped at the sound of his voice, she knew him. He had been a friend. Three years ago. They had been with only ten people and she, the leader of their little hunting group had only been thirteen by then. They had hunted together, always animals, never people like the green eyed boy in front of her obviously did. They had made sure their families had enough food. But then it had all ended. When her friends died.
