Notes: Alright this is a LOOOOOOONG prologue but I'm hoping it will keep you busy until I figure out my next chapter. I know what my summary said, and that is the idea I have, but forgive me if I kind of change it along the way. I'm kind of acting on a muse here and where ever my muse tells me to go, that is where I go. So please just stick with me. I will do my hardest and best to make sure It's a worthy story for you readers!! Thank you!!

Disclamer: I do not own any of C.S. Lewis's character's nor any of Disney's. I wish to heaven I did though. XD

P.S.: I'm thinking the setting will be after Prince Caspian, but before Dawn Treader. (I'm not done with the books yet so bare with me!! Thank you!!)

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Prologue

Reality was not always in the favor for many people. When it came to eighteen year old, Patience Sykora, reality was no where near kind.

She and her brother of age sixteen, Alexander Sykora, lost their parents at the ages of eight and six. No one was exactly sure how it happened, just that it did. No bodies were ever found nor was there any evidence of a kidnapping or murder. There was also no natural disaster that hit or any car crashes that they might have been involved in. They just seemed to have disappeared.

With the mysteries that surrounded them, Patience and Alex were taken into foster care. Patience, being the eldest, never lost sight of her brother. She protected him when the bullying started and she even protected him from ending up in a hellish family. They were not to be separated.

About two years later, being as young as they were, roughly ten and eight, they were really no match for the younger children in the foster home that were ending up adopted as soon as they came in. Patience didn't seem to mind much as long as she had her brother at her side.

About a year and a half later, they were both adopted by an incredibly wealthy family known as the Faulkner's. They had only wanted the boy, but the orphanage wouldn't allow the two to be separated.

Alex was a pretty handsome kid with shiny black hair and deep blue eyes. He had grown into himself pretty well because he had needed to learn to defend himself. He was a shy boy and didn't have many friends, but after he looked up to his sister for so long, he didn't seem to mind if she was with him.

The Faulkner's wanted Alex because he was so handsome. You see, they were a wealthy family, owned about one hundred acres of land. There was a small barn with three horses in the stables. They even had enough to higher a groom, a cook, a butler, a few house maids, a gardener, etc. They didn't need more money so that they could live, they just craved the power; Patience soon learned to read them.

Their house was overly amazing. In the front they had a beautiful fountain, a goddess holding herself with grace and a beautifully sculpted lioness that stood proudly by her side. It was the most beautiful piece that Patience had ever seen in that house.

There were pebbles that guided you to a walkway that lead you to a set of staircases that lead you to the front door. The knocker on the door was that of a bronze eagle and Patience remembered the crisp sound as the bronze hit the pure, dark, oak wooden door.

As you entered the house, there were beautiful silk covered sofas and amazingly carved wooden curios. Above your head, as you walk in, there was a hallway that over looked the living room there was a stair case in the corner of the room that winded as it let up to the second floor.

The house had five bedrooms in all and before Patience and Alex moved in, only one of the rooms was being used. They had a basement that was wonderfully organized and in the right hand corner of the 

room there was a stone based fireplace. Around it was a black metal cage that protected the cat from going into the soot. Around the fireplace was a fine black velvet sofa and loveseat and in the middle of the two was a red wooden coffee table. It had contained various reading material that the children had come to know as once a week reading time. The master of the house would pick one of the readings and read it to his listeners. A fine source of entertainment, if you fancied it, of course.

Patience and Alex each were given their own bedroom. Alex's had been bigger of the two, but Patience didn't seem to mind for it was far bigger and more private than the rooms they had shared at the orphanage. It was a bit too big at times for Alex, who would sneak into his sister's room and crawl into the covers with her. She had been more than happy to comfort his needs, but after the Faulkner's found pit. They had forbidden it to happen again.

Patience would struggle a few times when she could hear her brother's sobs and could do nothing about it, but soon came to the realization that he could get stronger that way. She was right.

The back yard was just as incredible as the front. There was a cemented balcony that over looked an enormous pool. The pool had a little island in the center and a fountain on top the island. The fountain's statue was that of a beautifully carved pearl mermaid. She held a shell above her head and that was where the water seemed to come from.

There was a well kept garden behind the pool and that was where Patience loved to spend most of her time. She loved the different types of plants and loved to learn about them from the gardener, who was a kindly gentleman. She would often get into trouble for it though. That was not how a lady should act, her adoptive mother would tell her.

Needless to say, they were pretty wealthy. There was, however, an even wealthier family, known as the Kensington's, which lived about a mile up the road from the Faulkner's. Patience and Alex remembered attending many parties that they had thrown. The family was adorable and very kind. They only had one child, a daughter named Helen Kensington, and she was a very beautiful young lady. Golden, blonde, curly hair that curled around her face, as well as rosy cheeks, emerald green eyes, and skin that reminded Patience of a porcelain doll.

She was the reason for Patience and Alex's adoptive parents wanting Alex. They could not produce and heir of their own and needed a son so that they were taken care of later in life. Alex was the perfect age of nine, Helen's age of seven, and was a handsome young man. He was to be married to Helen and inherit the Kensington's wealth and title.

When Patience had learned of the arranged marriage, about when she was sixteen and her brother was fourteen, she informed him. He didn't seem to mind the news, though, for he fancied Helen.

Alex was to inherit Master Kensington's title and businesses. He ran a multitude of factories that produced anywhere from clothing to furniture. It was called Kensington Industries. Again, needless to say, they were very wealthy, and their adoptive parents would stop at nothing to acquire that wealth.



Alex was put into boarding schools at the age of ten and achieved the job of Master Kensington's apprentice ant the young age of fourteen. He was a very intelligent boy and because Patience didn't receive the opportunity of school, Alex would write to her in letters, teaching her what he had learned. She had learned in the foster home how to read and write kind of a basic schooling. He knew that the Faulkner's didn't want him to have any contact with his sister, so he would send the letters to Helen. Helen had become friends with Patience and she respected her. The Faulkner's couldn't do anything about their friendship because they wanted to stay on the Kensington's good side for various reasons.

As time passed on, Patience came to the reality of the situation. When she turned sixteen, she was told that she would have to earn the right to live in the Faulkner's household. She was treated like a prisoner, always in trouble and could never have a social life. She became close to the staff and ended up working in the garden with the elderly gentleman, whose name was Allen Gotchenwick; she called him grandfather. He taught her everything she needed to know to become a lady. Etiquette, dance, piano (only when the Faulkner's were out), art, and he even taught her some astronomy. Although she loved learning about the stars, art and plants were really what she looked forward to. She loved the many different types of plants and how they reacted to different settings. In a way they were like people. No two plants looked the same; they might've had similar features, but never the same. It was the same with humans; similar faces, never the same.

She remembered Allen telling her stories of when he used to work in the royal families garden. They used to inspire her and she would always dream she was a princess. Of course she didn't want to be the helpless princesses that waited for their princes to come, because that was just downright laziness. She always pretended that she would fight along with her prince and then they would romantically kiss under the sunset. She was still a girl after all.

"There gardens were the pictures of beauty," he would say, "no other garden compared to its exotic plant life."

She learned the beauty of gardening and it had certainly helped on her knowledge of art. She captured amazing detail in the plants and added them to her scenery. She was also very talented with faces. She once made Allen cry because she had captured the kindness in his features. Whenever she had trouble with a piece of work, Allen would always say these words,

"Never say 'there is too much detail', or 'it looks too complicated'. Look at the beauty of it and find your center. Open your mind to the possibility that it's not complicated. Just see it."

She had learned to picture detail and mastered the art of shading. Allen was amazed at the progress she made in only a year. She could have sold her paintings and made twice as much as the Faulkner's, but she decided to stay where she was. Her brother was still in their clutches and she needed to be there for him.

One day, though, reality turned its worst upon her. Her brother was still at boarding school, and Helen was on a trip to Italy with her mother. The staff had gone home for the night and the Faulkner's were in 

asleep in bed. Patience had discussed with Allen earlier that there was a meteor shower and that he wished to show her. She eagerly agreed and that night, snuck down to the garden where she met Allen.

He had a blanket and pillows set for there night of stargazing. She had a wonderful time that night and asked many questions that he was more than happy to answer. After their adventure, she told Allen that she had to quietly sneak back inside before the sun rose. He nodded and sent her off. When she awoke the next morning, she was surprised to see that she hadn't been woken up by her adoptive mother, though she heard much rustling downstairs.

When she arrived, her heart sank, for Allen was being transported out of the house in a body bag. Later she had guessed it to be a sudden heart attack, but none-the-less, he was gone. Her one true friend, the one she counted on, her grandfather, was gone.

She had then taken over all of the gardening chores. She didn't mind in the least for she loved the garden. She made a burial for Allen with all of his sacred flowers. She couldn't put it inside the garden for fear that her adoptive mother would yell at her for it, so she decided to make it in the woods right behind the garden.

About a month later, her brother came back from boarding school to visit her and Helen. The Faulkner's had wanted to ask questions and spend all their time with him, but he insisted on being with his sister for the day and they had no choice but to agree. She told him about all that she learned and showed him her artistic skills. She then mentioned Allen and asked Alex if he wanted to wish his respects. He would not refuse, for he to was fond of the gardener.

She led him into the woods and looked for about twenty minutes trying to remember where she had put the burial. They spiraled through thick branches and prickling leaves. When they couldn't find it after another ten minutes of looking, Alex insisted that they head back. She reluctantly followed until she was stopped by a majestic shine in the corner of her eye. She called Alex to her and in seconds he spotted the shine as well.

They explored the woods more, forgetting about the time or the burial, and let their curiosity get the best of them. Patience had gotten cut on her knee a number of times, but was so concentrated on her goal she didn't seem to mind when the thorns got stronger and pointier. Alex had gotten out of his trance when he ran face first into one of the thorns and pricked his forehead.

He pleaded to turn back but she wouldn't. She needed to find out what that strange shine was. She had been following orders for a long time, that it was her time to go on, her time to take control of herself. Finally, they came to a meadow. There was a large lake near the end of the meadow and that was where the shine came from. She ran to the other side of the meadow adrenaline pumping through her veins. She felt it was her first adventure as a princess and couldn't wait for what was to happen next.

Her brother, the logic thinker, called to his sister in fear that something might've been hiding and waiting for a silly girl like Patience to spring into action. Thankfully, there was no such danger and when he sensed it was safe, he ran after his sister.



She reached the lake first and was surprised at what she saw. Her brother arrived seconds after and he questioned her on what she saw. When she pointed into the water, he saw it as well. The Majestic shine was nothing more than a silver ring that was stuck in the sand.

Since they had come all that way for a silly ring, Patience was determined not to return empty handed. Her brother insisted she leave it be, but she felt like she needed to do it. She felt as if she was being pulled by and unknown source. She grabbed his hand when she knew she was not moving on her own any longer and he made sure to hold onto her.

They were both headed head first into the water and with a muffled cry, they were pulled into the water. She fainted.

When Patience awoke, she felt as if she had nails poking at her brain. She looked around for her brother and found him lying about 3 feet away from her. She crawled to him to make sure that he was alright. When she found him breathing, she started breathing again.

She didn't understand. She was never that careless and back there, she had acted like a completely curious child. She couldn't do that with her brother. She was the one who had to take care of him not vice versa.

She looked at him when she felt him stir and smiled and apology smile. He smiled back a reassuring smile and then they both ended up laughing at one another.

Finally, they got up and took a look at their surroundings. They both gasped at the same time. There was indeed a meadow, but there was no lake. There was also no wood surrounding the meadow, so they could see clear across the plain. What they saw made them rub their eyes and take several different looks till they finally accepted what they saw.

"Pache," Alex started.

"Yah, Al, I don't think we are in Spalding anymore." She said softly.

"Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday." He whispered.