A dream is all I can remember before my adventures began. A dream so vivid, so eloquently surreal, it could have been only just a dream. But indeed not, it was a message. A message sent to me by the Great Lion. A calling card, if you will. And whether or not I wanted to answer, this adventure began.

I awoke in a forest, with a single golden ray of sunlight angled perfectly across the span of my blue eyes, making me blink curiously awake. For, I fear I must tell you, I did not know where I lie or how I had come to be here.

I looked around to the forest trees encaging me on all sides. The morning light cast rays through the branches and leaves of the trees in such a way that I was not scared. No, it was too beautifully serene to say that I was frightened. I was rather stunned with awe at this mysterious place's beauty. However, when the leaves rustled softly in the breeze, I thought my ears had deceived me when I thought I heard a tree sigh of delight at the cool air.

I rubbed my eyes and looked to the direction of the sound, a hint of disbelief beginning to churn around inside me. I thought I had been alone.

I wasn't, and I never was.

As I stood to investigate the noise, and dusted off my blue jeans (I frowned at a dirt stain on my left knee), I heart the faintest twitch of a branch behind me. I swerved around; quick reactions run in my family.

And what I saw was both frightening and elegant. A chill and spike of fear dug its way, eating at my heart, as did a paw of inspirational awe. What I saw before me was a lion.

The lion's eyes were round and wise, staring straight into my eyes, down to my very soul; he had a gaze so deep. He stood still as I, even as I was petrified with a mix of emotions, his bearing was much more accustomed to authority. The lion's stance between two trees, one dangerously sharp clawed paw raised up top a flat rock, was majestic. His fur coat and mane glowed in the sunlight.

"Son of Adam," the lion spoke in a deep calm voice, "Come, we must seek shelter from these woods." The noble beast turned its back on me, a flick in its tail, and began walking onward into the forest. He paused only a moment, to look back at me and raised his head in a nod, "Cair Paravel is in need of your aid." The lion seemed to smile and his dark eyes glistened.

And then, nothing.

I was awake again, severed from my dream like a cut phone line. I was back in my bedroom, in the year 2012.

I blinked my eyes at my window, saddened and rather disappointed a dream so raw and lovely had to end so quickly.

But this was the last day I was to have this peculiar dream, and the first of my adventures.

**There it is! The beginning to my story! Remember: Any recognizable characters, places, ideas etc. belong to Mr. C. S. Lewis. Writing infringement not intended. Enjoy!**