Author's Notes: Okay so apparently they're supposed to be 9 which I found really dumb and impossible so they're like about 13 here. Anyways enjoy it. And I don't know how often I can update because I have a lot of homework these days. And lucky dead C.S. Lewis owns all of this. Also I haven't read the book for over 6 years so my memory is very vague so sorry if I mix stuff up. And also I feel really bad that this chapter is short and I really hate my writing but I put it up anyways because I'm weird like that. But hopefully you'll enjoy and tell me what you think.
Ch.1: New World
A hot angry tear rolled down my cheek as I angrily brushed it away. My face was streaked with tears down so that fact that I had been sobbing for the last dozen or so minutes was highly obvious and utterly unable to hide. I took a deep breath. I've been told those always help but apparently they don't it only set off the sobbing again.
A twig snapped. My head whipped around my brown eyes growing large with fear. My heart started throbbing…pounding actually. I gulped growing nervous. I tried to steady my breathing but with my adrenalin soaring to a peak now with my fear and anger it refused to cooperate.
"All right Pole?" A voice asked clearly a boy's by the sounded of it. My heart sank. So it was him. I could recognize that voice in a heartbeat.
"Go away." I sniffed looking up and giving him a hard cold stare. He backed away a few steps but still stood there with a look of concern on his face. Last term Scrubb would've yelled and brought the attention to where I was because he was always sticking up to Them , but ever since his vacation with his cousins of this (who were apparently barmy) he was different. Actually he'd go out of his way to go against what They wanted. He usually ended up getting numerous bruises and lumps on his head but everyone else was too cowardly to stick up to him. And he seemed to have some strange aura of bravery and justice about him which annoyed me further. "I said bugger off!" I snapped cruelly not feeling bad at the moment for being an ass to him.
"Look here Pole …"He started as I cut him off midsentence. He was really being so infuriating.
"LOOK SCRUBB! "I shrieked wiping away another tear which had begun to fall. I stood up eyeing him with distain. "I don't want your sympathy okay!" He eyed him defiantly apparently my angry behavior only egged him on. Gods now I was wishing desperately that he'd just go back to his old ass of a self and rat me out.
"Pole."He said in firm authoritative tone as if he were about to begin a lecture. I eyed him with annoyance sighing loudly to show that I was wishing he'd just hurry up and get over whatever he was going to say. "You are not okay. It's Them I supposed—as usual." He said his tone growing grim as I started to glower at him. I nodded there wasn't really anything I needed to say since he could imagine the rest. "I'm sorry." He mumbled suddenly finding the pebble by his foot extremely fascinating. "But look here Pole." He bit his lip glancing at me worriedly wondering if I was about to explode again. Glancing up at him I raised an eyebrow inclining him to continue. "I'm not like what I used to be. You can trust me." He said slowly.
I look at him trying to mask my horror. Me tell a GUY what I was feeling and thinking? The world must be coming to a end before I tell him that. I smiled weakly trying to be nice at least he was trying and that had to count for something at least. "I'm fine." My voice quivered a bit but maintained a normal stance.
Feigning normalcy didn't work though because seconds later succumbed to a fit of tears. Scrubb eyed me with a look of horror before quickly handing me a peppermint which I gratefully popped into my mouth. I tried to ease me crying so I would look less like a blubbering idiot and gradually my sobs turn to sniffles. He seemed less tense now that my crying had practically ceased and he smiled weakly at him. "So um why were you so different last term?" I asked shyly with a curious tone to my voice.
"A lot of queer things happened to be over the hols" He said quietly in a mysterious way. I raised an eyebrow.
"What sort of queer things?" I asked suspiciously wondering if he got involved in some weird gang. He stared at me for a few moments me growing more impatient all the while before saying.
"Look here Pole I know you hate this blasted place as much as I do. Actually hate is putting it delicately we loath this place don't we?" He said earnestly.
" I know we do. And? " I said coolly wanting him to get on with what he was going to say. I tucked a lose strand of brown hair behind my ear.
"And I think I can trust you with this." He continued.
"Well isn't that nice of you." I said dryly rolling my eyes before inclining him to proceed.
"Yes but this is terrific secret Pole. Are you good at imagining things? Like things people would scoff upon in this world?" He said passionately a wild look in his eyes that seemed to convince me that he was getting on about something. I gulped nervously.
"Yeah I probably would. Haven't really had the chance though." I admitted flushing.
"Would you believe me if I told you I went out of this world the last hols?" He asked slowly waiting for me to take it all in.
I gave him a blank stare. What the hell?" Um I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well let's not bother about worlds then." He said hurriedly. "What if I told you I've been to a place where there are talking animals—and erm dragons-and um all the other stuff in fairy tales." Scrubb flushed a deep crimson color.
"And how do you get there? "I asked faintly trying to ignore the butterflies of excitement deep downside of me. There was no bloody way anything like this could possible exist.
"And the only way you get there…"He said making a dramatic paused before adding in a hushed whisper. "Is by magic," I raised my eyebrows my eyes growing huge. "I was with two of my cousins-we were just suddenly whisked away—well and they've been there before." He finished in a hurry as he gave me an earnest look as if he was hoping I would believe me. He really had me going for a second before a suspicion washed over me. Maybe he had been feigning being nice all along and this was going to end up being some horrid joke on me.
"Scrubb I swear if you've been pulling my leg!!!"I shrieked with a passionate furry that would scare anyone sensible or right in their mind. Taking a few steps away from me Scrubb swallowed.
"I'm not!" He said seriously. "I swear by everything that I'm not!" I eyed him suspiciously trying to decode if he was lying or not. He didn't seem like he was so I nodded.
"Alright I believe you." I said coolly trying to stay invulnerable which usually helped me not get hurt and keep up the 'brave' apparel.
"And you'll tell no one?"
"Who do you find me for? " I snapped slightly insulted that he thought I couldn't keep a secret. I wasn't the one after all who had been a prick the entire time I had known him. I tossed my hair back haughtily. "But what's the good?" I heaved a sigh. "We're not there: and we're stuck here. And we jolly well can't get there now can we."
"Well that's what I've been wondering." Scrubb said after thinking for a few moments." When we came back from That Place someone said that my cousins (the Pevensie kids) couldn't ever come back. It was there third time there you see. But he never said anything about me not coming back. "He dark eyes sparkled brightly with excitement as a golden autumn leaf fluttered to the ground. "So surely he would've said something unless he indented for me to come back one day. And I can't help but just wondering…can we-could we?"
"So you mean do something so it will happen?" He nodded. I smirked slightly proud of myself. "So does that mean we need to draw a circle on the ground and make queer letters…then stand inside of it and chant spells and charms?" I questioned knowing from those fantasy books I adored reading that those things were required for magic.
Scrubb wrinkled his nose whenever he did this his freckles seemed to pop out. "Erm no not exactly…"His voice trailed off along with his thought process. "I have thought of that but never done it. But coming to the point…I don't think he'd like those things. It would look like we thought we could make him do stuff but really all we need to do it ask him."
"So who is this person you are talking about anyways?" I demanded growing confused.
"Well they call him Aslan in that place."Scrubb said turning a light shade of pink again. A sense I had never felt before washed over me. It seemed a phoenixity. Different and impossible to describe…it was like a jumble of fear, joy, bravery, and peace all in one word or emotion.
I let out a girly giggle. "What a curious name!"
He rolled his eyes before saying solemnly. "Not so curious as himself." He stood up quickly. "But let's get on. It can't do any harm asking can it?" He said not really asking me if I agreed but merely answering the question for himself maybe as way of reassurance. "Let's stand side by side like this.."He said waiting for me to get up which I promptly did. "And hold out our arms like they did in Ramandu's island—"
"Whose island?" I piped up curiously ignoring the irritated look on his face.
"I'll tell you another time." Scrubb said huffily. "And I think we should face east. Where's the east?" He asked looking about him before glancing at me.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"That's the funny thing about girls…they never can carry compasses in their heads."He scoffed. I glowered at him.
"Well it's not like you knew either!" I snapped indignantly my eyes flashing.
He rolled his eyes…all that eye rolling was really starting to get on my nerves. "Yes I do. You just keep interrupting so it's making it extremely difficult." And of course he had to go and blame me just to make himself feel better…typically boy. "Now that's east facing those laurels." He continued pointing. "Now will you say the words after me?" He asked quickly.
"What words?" I said confused for probably the hundredth time today.
"The words I'm about to say of course." He said in a tone as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Aslan…Aslan…Aslan." He said gravely.
"Aslan…Aslan…Aslan." I repeated glancing over at him to see if I had done alright.
"Please let the two of us get into—"He was interrupted by loud cries and laughing. Both of our eyes budged as a frantic look grew in the two of us.
"Pole? Yes I know where she is." Someone shouted. I gulped nervously." She was off blubbering behind the gym. Shall I fetch her out?" It was followed by a sadistic laugh and the noise of footsteps coming closer to us. I froze in horror but Scrubb tugged at my shoulder.
"Come on." He hissed frantically as he started to scramble up the steep of the hill which resulted in us both getting extremely muddy and dirty. After a few minutes of 'escaping' our beating hearts eased to a more normal tempo and we both turned to look at each other. We couldn't hear noises of our pursuers anymore but it didn't mean they had left. "If only the door was open again." He sighed and I nodded in agreement. As we reached the stone wall and wooden worn door (which led out into the moor-a perfect way to escape from here undetected) I sighed. "It's sure it's no good." He said glumly but grabbed the handle anyways. "O-o-oh! By gum!" He exclaimed quickly for the handle had just turned and the door opened with a tedious creak.
There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.-Lou Reed