NARNIA FAN FICTION

PROLOGUE

It was summer in London and yet the air was chilly against Georgina's face. Her cheeks were numb against the blowing winds and her hair whipped around her like live wild snakes.

It wouldn't take too long before their family would arrive in the vacation house that has been theirs for generations. Despite that fact, Georgina didn't know anything about their temporary home during the summer trip. It'd be her first time to go back to the place since she'd last visited it when she was still four and her childhood memories were too vague.

She supposed it would be another majestic mansion which their ancestors never seemed to fail to establish during their lifetimes of increasing their wealth through hard work.

Their car slowed as they reached a silent neighbourhood (now probably beyond the city), with trees that stood high against the cloud filled sky. It seemed out of place to her. London was almost just as cold and peaceful although it was mainly because of the tall imposing buildings instead of the pine scented trees.

"You better roll up the window." Her mother interrupted her thoughts and she immediately sat straighter, listened with more attention and presence of mind.

"I was just gazing around..." Georgina said with a hint of indignance before switching the window up.

"You're going to get a cold."

She snorted. "That's not possible mum."

Mrs. Vanderbilt sniffed; her facial features almost the same with her daughter's except that she was a colder, older version. "I gather you're planning to decline Vogue's offer of making you the cover for this month's issue?"

She shrugged. "Mum, I'm just not in the mood yet..."

"My dear, its Vogue you're asking to wait." Her mother trilled. "During my years, an offer like that would be such an honour!"

Georgina was about to say that those years were over but she bit her lip. "If they want me that bad, they can wait as long as I want."

At this, Mrs. Vanderbilt didn't have any witty answer or comeback. She glanced at her daughter and scrutinized her more closely. Some sort of strange wisdom and aloofness was there in those vivid dark green eyes with little specks of hazel around the irises. She smiled like she knew a secret and Georgina cringed.

She watched the greens rushing by as they drove on. She didn't like it when mother looked at her like that.