Prologue: The last of her kind…
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or anything else related to it! I only own Aria and a bottle of water!
I smelt smoke..smoke and blood. I could barely see, the only thing I could see.. was fire. I could hear my mother and father screaming in panic and pain as they tried to locate me and my siblings. I tried to answer back but my throat filled with smoke. I backed up against the only wall in my hut that wasn't burning to the ground. I covered my ears and closed my eyes wondering how this could have happened to me.. to my family.
When I awoke I looked around, everything around me was black, burned and covered with ashes, including myself. I tried to stand up but grimaced with pain as the burns that covered my arms and legs prevented me from doing so. After a couple of minutes I tried again, but slower and was able to stand. I could see my parents burned bodies, in a pile with the rest of my people. I heard something behind me I turned and found myself face to muzzle with the great Aslan himself. My eyes widened and I dropped to my knees ignoring the searing pain. "Get up child," the great one said. I slowly stood up and faced him again. "You are the last of the race of the Elves, you must come with me." I followed him, unsure. He lead me to a meadow, in the middle of it was a great oak. "Dig under it and you will find what you need most in this new life of yours." I bit my lip, unsure of what to say, "Aslan sir," I started, but when I turned… He was gone! I turned back to the tree and looked at it. I walked over, barley leaving footsteps in the morning dew. I reached down and started digging at the base of the tree. After thirty minutes of exhausting digging I felt something pushing at the center of my mind. I frowned and tried to push the intruding thought away. Somehow it slipped past and entered my mind. I let out a gasp as the knowledge the thought possessed flowed into my mind. I was quick to realize that this was what Aslan meant, that I would need knowledge, and wisdom to survive, I mean I only looked nine years old. I was still young, childish, and naive. So I got up and walked into the woods a much wiser Elleth.