CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
Story titled: Into the Wilde
By: LeeClearwater13
Setting: Golden Age of Narnia
Summary: "For a lion had been sitting on a wooden bench across the way, smiling happily at her like it was a normal thing to find a lion on campus."
A/N: Before you read- this is a very complicated sort of story, and I only wish for you to read it now rather than later, so here it goes.
This story has a lot of similarities to Lord of the Rings when you end up reading into further chapters, and though they are similar the only two names I have used are Eomer and Eowyn (Tolkien owns them respectfully. Though there are similarities I would like to say that this is a Chronicles of Narnia fic and if there are anything wrong with continuity then please tell me about it respectfully and respectfully I shall keep writing for you all. Thank you for you time, and enjoy.
Introduction:
She lay in the grass on one of the empty lawns of her University. She was pale, with light hazel eyes and very dark reddish brown hair that was messy and had no real care taken to it. She was thin and frail looking as the dark red t-shirt was raised a few inches from her hips to reveal a strip of creamy skin and her pants were dark blue and fading with little holes in them here and there at the knees from being worn so often. Her shoes too had holes in them too and she just looked ordinary and contempt lying there in the summer air her eyes closed breathing in and out slowly as her head lay on her arm that was behind her.
Her bag lay next to her with an assortments of books spilling out of them, ranging from a psychology book to a old tattered Wuthering Heights, to a few notes she had taken in her attempt to study out in the fresh air.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright light as she stared up at the canopy of branches that barely obscured the sunshine rays. Her pupils dilated a few times as the color streaked in them was so wonderfully hughed, for they were neither truly blue or truly green. A dogs breakfast as her grandmother called it, even though she hardly knew what it meant.
Sitting up her hair cascaded around her shoulders and biting her lip as she often did out of awkwardness looked around at the very few people on campus. She was eighteen, barely a woman herself and stuck in a world were she was forced to be so grown up. Sighing she flipped a few pages in her open book before closing it all together and stuffing it in her tattered little bag. Slowly and surely she packed her things up and pulling the bag around her left shoulder she lifted herself to her feet to reveal her true height.
This girl barely reached five foot six inches and was just so awkward it was a crime to call her anything but adorable. Often times people would look at her natural look, that she did not care for and stare on with envy. Her hair looked unbrushed but it was always shiny and smelled clean, her eyes had bags under them but it gave them a beautiful character, and her face was tiny and her nose slim that anyone would really be jealous.
But this girl did not care, in fact she really cared about nothing but her studies and her single dad that she lived with now for a year.
She was sort of blank, with no real purpose, not that she was anti-social or just a loner by nature but a content sort of creature that was okay with things around her. She was a jellyfish, a drifter, and just walked on around a flower bed and onto the sidewalk shoving her hands in her pockets with a very serene somber look on her face. People passed her, and sometimes wouldn't notice, others would stare and wonder what she was like...her classmates often did.
But it was college and no one really went out of their way unless you went out of your way too. She didn't mind being alone, she was content.
But when she lay out on the open grass by herself sometimes, too tired to read anymore, she watched the trees danced and imagined to herself what kind of tune they liked to dance to or what it was like for the squirrel and birds to dance along with them as they made homes in their foliage. She had a bright mind but often times let it drift off into fantasy...she was a dreamer.
Pulling open the door to a building she walked in her shoulders hunched slightly and she avoided eye contact with as many people as possible, caught up in some thought or other.
She then made her way to a classroom as she came in finding it empty with the exception of one other student and took her usual seat in the middle of the classroom and taking her things out she watched her professor writing notes on the board with chalk.
She mimicked the notes onto a blank slate of binder paper and once done absentmindedly stared out the window. Her eyes watched the trees and the lawn and people walking too and fro without a worry or second glance at anything else. She stared on and on and squinting her eyes a bit and tilting her head to the side she shook her head a few times and what she thought she saw was gone.
She had stared for so long she didn't even notice that class had begun and her name was being called out to her over and over and over again.
"Ms. Wilde do you mind saying the last few lines of Romeo and Juliet for us to show you were paying attention." Professor Edgar asked and she shook her.
"No not at all. Where would you like me to start?"
"Juliet's famous last words as she sees her beloved Romeo upon the ground dead." Professor Edgar smiled as he looked utterly in passion at the thought of the play itself.
She sat up straight and a little less awkward but more so since her classmates were looking at her expectantly.
"What's here a cup? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timely end. O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop, to help me after?– I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with some restorative. Thy lips are warm. –Yea noise?– then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!–this is thy sheath, there rust and let me die." she recited the lines with a quiet passion, and not of the extent the actors in the previous movie they had been watching.
Her voice was thick and pleasing to hear, neither too feminine or too deep and the Professor nodded though not entirely happy that she knew the lines and yet paid not attention.
"Pay attention Kristen." the teacher said and she nodded as she slumped back in her chair.
Kristen felt she deserved a oscar for that rendition for she dearly hated that moment; she did not like publicly putting herself in the spotlight for any reason at all.
She liked staying quiet and reserved.
Her eyes then traveled back outside and she hoped that she would see that dream she had dreamed up once more.
For a lion had been sitting on a wooden bench across the way, smiling happily at her like it was a normal thing to find a lion on campus.