Growing Storms

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It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope. That is how everything began for Abaigael as her eyes opened and locked on to a giant Lion standing in front of her. Her body slowly reawakened turned from its stone prison to the original form she was before. The shining white-blonde hair she had been graced with from birth fell to her shoulders from the place the locks had been held in for however long it took Aslan to find her and restore her body back from stone.

"Daughter, Welcome back. Much has changed since you were imprisoned." The young lady smiled as the noble Lion captured her in his large paws when she stumbled as her legs became flesh again.

Cold everything was always cold. For as long as she could remember it was always that way. Up in the cold Mountains of Archenland north of Anvard where she grew up in her family's home, a gentle coolness was always there. Now she wasn't sure if her home even existed there anymore.

Abaigael sat in the coldest place in Narnia now, first the white lady had seemed to like her. Even the wolves treated her as a princess. Everything then went downhill when it became known that she believed in Aslan, too much for the white lady's liking. For now, the witch kept her locked up in the icy depths of her palace. The young Abaigael who should be living a life in the court of the King of Archenland with suitors following her every move was just the ghost of her previous self as she sat on the ice cold floor. All she could hold onto was a small bit of hope.

Her ice prison was nothing compared to what was to come. Jadis' powers had started to grow weaker and then another prisoner joined her. A faun named Tumnus; he saved a human from being captured. The white witch believed Abaigael knew more about Aslan and demanded information from her; the young girl of seventeen had to endure cruel forms of torture as the witch became more angry as the days went by.

At some point a young was brought in, he kept asking for Turkish Delight and soon found he was only given stale bread and frozen water. Abaigael listened as the faun Tumnus talking with him. She caught on to what they were saying; and her voice cracked as she tried to talk to them.

"Are you one, one of the four?" Her weak voice sounded through the depths of the giant room. The young boy looked at her from the cell of ice he placed in across from her.

"Me, from the prophecy? I guess so," the young boy stated. The faun Tumnus moved to look at the young girl in the cell as he began to speak.

"He certainly is, but he has been captured as you can see. It is easy to fall for the White Witches tricks is it not?" The faun's own weak voice said back to her. She moved forward in her cell to get a closer look of the boy who seemed to be at least 5 years younger than her, if not more.

Then, suddenly, a large Minotaur came through the gates and unlocked her cell and her chains. He took her by the back of her arm and hoisted her up and moved her from the cell towards the exit of the prison.

"You have to save Narnia, little boy. It the worlds only hope for peace, now," she told him as she was dragged from the room.

"The White Witch, Jadis, is now dead. She has been for many years. You were taken prisoner in the year of 999. This may shock you dear one, but it has taken me many years to find you. Now the year is 2478 and Narnia is beginning to fall into a dark time. Nothing will be familiar to you, here. You'll have no friends or family to begin with, so I offer this to you. The four siblings that once saved Narnia from the rule of the witch live another world, where time moves more slowly than here. There they are just commoners under the rule of another, you are welcomed to join them in their world and return to the real Narnia when you die. Your family is waiting there for you when you do. I cannot go with you into that world, but I'll always be with you little one. I'll grace you with all the common knowledge of their world once you are there, even sending the youngest and dearest of the four a message to befriend you. Will you go to them?"

Abaigael stared at the great Lion her mind processing all the information she was given. She looked around to the dense forest that surrounding them, there were no signs of the witch's castle anywhere, winter was completely gone from the land. "Where are we?" she asked unsure of the surroundings.

"Dear one, we are on the island that once was Cair Paravel. I do not know how you came to be here," he said answering the question that loomed in her mind. She had only seen the castle once and now as she looked at the broken stone which was all around her she knew she couldn't stay.

"I'll go. I'll go wherever you want me to go Aslan. I thank you for saving me. What kind of life will I know?" she asked as the great Lion sat down before her. Her eyes were full of questions as she realized her new life was coming closer to her.

"A great one full of happiness no matter how long it shall last, have no fears I will always protect you." With that he breathed upon her face causing her eyes to shut so they wouldn't dry; when she opened them she was standing in a very unusual place. A completely foreign place indeed, a giant stone Lion stood in front of her. She knew it wasn't him but she felt at peace there. Looking around she found she could name all the objects she saw, automobiles, a trolley, a train station. Unfortunately her wandering mind was stop by a collision that sent her on the ground over a suitcase that had been placed by her feet. Looking up for noticed a younger girl with bright strawberry-blonde hair picking herself up and walking towards her.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I am just in a big rush to get to the train station so I can get home, oh look you are going on the same one as me! To London too! Oh we must hurry we don't want to miss it! I'm Lucy Pevensie by the way," she said as she picked up her own suitcase and grabbed Abaigael's hand and took her down the steps on the train station. Abaigael barely managed to get a hold of the suitcase that caused the fall and keep up with the young girl.

A/N: Thank you forcoming and reading the first chapter of Growing Storms. note this Ed/oc has nothing to do with my other story. Here that story never happend and Ed never met Lillie :P This story will feature lyrics from The Call by Skeptor occasionly to Review please

Disclaimer: I only own Abaigael, Narnia will aways belong to Lewis.