The Dragon of Narnia: The Silver Chair
A Spin-off to The Dragon of Narnia
By The Chuckinator
Chapter 1: Eustace the Undragoned
Eustace Scrubb lay on his bed, thinking. It had only been a few months since he and his cousins had got back from Narnia, and Eustace was still shocked over the experience. His cousins had come to visit him over the summer, and he had been determined to make their lives a living hell. A few days later, however, they were whisked away to Narnia. At first he didn't like it there but that all changed when he was transformed into a dragon.
He didn't like being a dragon at first but he grew to like it. Especially when he befriended the talking mouse, Reepicheep. The mouse had acted as his mentor and loved riding on his back when Eustace was flying. After the battle, Eustace had been turned back into a boy by Aslan, who told him he would come back someday when Narnia needed him.
I wonder when that will be, Eustace thought. Aslan never said when. He sighed and looked at the painting that hung above his wall. It was the same painting that had brought them into Narnia.
That's not all he said to me, though. Before Eustace left, Aslan told him that he had only temporarily taken away the transformation. Once Eustace got back to his world, he could transform into a dragon at will. He hadn't been able to that much since his mother Alberta snooped around a lot. When he did transform, though, he had to do it at night.
"Eustace, it's time for school!"
Alberta's voice jerked Eustace out of his thoughts. He got up and walked downstairs where his mother was waiting for him.
Eustace got his backpack and walked out the door. He stopped as he heard Alberta's voice.
"When will you be home from school, Eustace?"
"I'll be home around three."
Alberta nodded and closed the door. Eustace sighed and started walking down the sidewalk towards school when he stopped, thinking of something.
School's a few blocks away. I could get quicker if I fly there but...I might get seen. He shook his head. I'll just transform later, after it gets dark.
He hoisted his backpack over his shoulder and headed for school.