Thank you very much for those of you who reviewed! If you're wondering about how two wardrobes can come from one apple tree, in my version, Diggory planted two apple cores to produce two Narnian trees, which are larger than ours. They were both knocked down by a storm, and one went to Diggory and one to Polly.
By the way, I'm sorry I haven't written in the last couple of days; I didn't have an opportunity what with Thursday being my birthday and everything. I won't be able to write next week either because I'll be at camp. Thank you for reading! Enjoy.
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Chapter 2: The Bear's Den
David looked around. It hit him that he didn't know what to do or where to go. He then saw an interesting enough wood quite near where David had stepped into this land. He walked for about fifteen minutes, then decided it was about time to get back to Aunt Polly's.
He started to turn around when he saw a bear charging at him, growling. David froze, terrified. He had seen bears before at a safe distance, but never this close; the enormous black bear was less than forty feet from him.
David immediately began to run. He was going to get back to Aunt Polly's house before the bear got him. However, this was not a good idea, because soon David was out of breath and still had awhile to go to get back to his aunt's house. He tried to hide in a thick clump of grass and trees, but he knew the bear saw him. He was done for.
"What are you running around for as if the White Witch had returned?" said a voice.
David jumped. He hadn't realized there were humans about...when he saw the black bear again, only about ten feet away. "Who said that?" he asked, still keeping both eyes on the bear, should it pounce.
"I did," said the voice. David was very alarmed. The bear's mouth had moved, as if the bear had been the one speaking.
David shook his head. "You did. There's no such thing as talking bears," he said, almost to himself.
"What land have you come from?" asked the bear, which had a surprised look on its face. "This is Narnia! Of course bears can talk."
David didn't know what to say. "What's Narnia?" he asked.
"You don't know what Narnia is?" asked the bear. "Where are you from? The underground?"
David swallowed. "Well, I came here from England."
"England?" The bear seemed amused. "Well, wonderful man from England, what is your name?"
"David," he answered.
"Hello, David," said the bear. "I am Londa. I am a native Narnian."
"So," said David. "What exactly is Narnia?"
"It's the best land there is," said the bear. "The White Witch ruled but was overthrown by the great Lion, Aslan. And now, this land is as it was meant to be."
David thought to himself. He had heard of a lion named Aslan. He remembered his aunt telling him the story of a land called Narnia, which was created by a lion. He had always thought it was just that: a story. Now, he wasn't quite so sure what was going on.
"Where do you live, then?" asked Londa.
"I live in England, like I said," said David. "I don't quite know how I got here."
"Well then, come to my den," said the bear.
David followed her, and came inside. "This is a large den for one bear," he observed.
"I know," said Londa. "I have always dreamed of cubs, but I am just now old enough to mate."
"You're a she-bear," observed David.
"I am," confirmed she. "Have a seat," she requested, gestering to her table.
They both sat, David now hardly being surprised at her having human objects in a bear's den. Londa offered David a cup of tea, which he accepted.
"So you just arrived here from another land?"
"I guess," said David.
"It reminds me of the Kings and Queens," said Londa. "They appeared from some other land like that; War Drobe or something."
"They came in a wardrobe!" cried David incredulously. How could they have come by his aunt's house? "What are their names?"
"You really did step in here from another land," Londa said, amazed. "There is the High King Peter, of course; then Susan, Edmund, and Lucy."
"Hmmm," said David. He certainly didn't think he would know them. He didn't know how they would know his aunt, but somehow they must.
"In fact, they might be about your age," said Londa, studying him.
David didn't know what to say to that. He finally said, "Perhaps I should visit them."
"They live at Cair Paravel, where the Palace is." Londa considered. "I doubt they'd have time to deal with you, but I could take you. I like adventure."
So the next morning, David and Londa set off for Cair Paravel.