Author's Note: So this is an idea I've had floating around in my head for quite awhile, and it has taken on a life of it's own. It has kind of developed to be a lot longer and bigger then I thought so as a result I might actually create a series out of it! I am super excited to see how this all turns out! This is going to integrate a lot of the things from the books and the movies, but it is also going to have a lot of changes so bare with me a bit I hope you enjoy it. So this will actually be my first full-length story on FF though I've been reading stories on here for at least 3 years. So anyway, I am hoping to get at least one chapter up a week maybe more if I can manage it. If you like it I hope you keep reading and checking in, and please please review!
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia and all that is associated belong to C.S. Lewis, however all OC's and the plot changes belong to me.
Prologue
Dear Reader,
You've found this journal, I am assuming, at the cute little antique shop on the corner of 4th and Lincoln Ave; that is where one story ended and another began. Perhaps, like me you frequent this place; perhaps like me, this journal called to you some how. I am guessing that you are at this moment wondering who I am and why my journal is at an antique shop. The answer to this question is a rather complicated one and hopefully by the last page you shall understand.
I am known as Eliza Rose Thomas to most in this world; however, I have another name uttered by a precious few in our world, but known by many in another. I am just a girl of 17 years of age, but I haven't always been. Right now you are probably thinking to yourself, "what a strange thing to say!" Perhaps you've moved your hand ever so slightly towards the telephone, ready to have me committed to an asylum. Before, I would have done the same; before, I would have laughed at such strange things as the story I'm about to tell you. That was before, now I know that things are never as simple as they seem; nor, will they ever happen the same way twice. I know that the stars never lie, and that Fauns like to dance with the dryads on hot summer nights. Before, I would have scoffed at the idea of centaurs and dwarves; now, they are my friends.
My tale is of bravery, of war, of love, and of joy. It holds adventure and romance in a land where trees and animals talk, and a deep magic from before the dawn of time governs all that lives. It is the tale of Narnia. So if you are willing I will tell my tale to you in hope of inspiring faith in you, for faith is hope and without hope what are we? So listen carefully my dear one, and never forget.
By the Lions Mane,
Queen Eliza the Radiant of Narnia
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned and review!