The One with the Attack and the Rider -
Veronique is being stalked by a monster creature, but she is rescued in the nick of time by a mysterious Horse Rider.
Night had fallen by now and Veronique Stanford was close too tears. She had been wandering around for hours upon hours and everything looked the same. All she could see was nature. Just nature.
However, unnoticeably to Veronique, something had changed. It was suddenly silent – eerily so. She did not notice anything until a twig snapped from behind her and cracked like a whip through the air.
"Hello? Anybody out there?" she called as she flicked around.
Veronique did a slow 360 degree turn, taking in her surroundings as she did so. Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around herself and started to walk again. She could feel watchful eyes on her, but she continued walking. She wanted nothing more than to just get out of the dense forest.
Instantaneously Veronique halted in her tracks. As much as she desired too ignore it, she could not ignore that sound: a deep growl.
She turned around slowly and carefully – fearing what she may see. Her fears were confirmed as a pair of glowing eyes came into view. Whatever owned the pair of eyes closed in and Veronique muffled a scream as a large wolf loomed into view.
Veronique was so frightened she couldn't even blink. She could feel the ground shudder as the paws of the monstrous wolf thudded made contact with the ground. It was travelling at stupendous speed as it ran at her. She wouldn't even have time to try and escape. Retiring all hope; she just closed her eyes. The last thing she saw was the snarling wolf as it plunged at her. The next thing she felt though was not pain. No, she felt … weightless.
"Are you all right?" asked someone urgently.
Daring to open her eyes, Veronique saw that she was saved. There was no wolf in sight and she was now seated high on a horse. Nevertheless; she ignored the rider and squeezed her eyes shut again and did not re-open them until she felt the horse slow down.
"You can open your eyes now."
Veronique did just that and felt immediately uncomfortable as she realised that she was straddling the Horse rider. In her haste to compose herself; Veronique tumbles sideways off of the horse and a pair of strong arms caught her.
Another young man came into view. This one contrasted immensely with the previous man. Where the Horse rider had dark hair and eyes, this one had blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was also considerably paler than the other.
"You scared the poor girl," the new man jested.
The darker man jumped expertly off of his brown horse and replied, "I did not. She is just shaken from her encounter with a wolf."
"I am not at all shaken!" retorted Veronique indignantly. Her eyes betrayed her pride as they welled up with tears. Her next sentence was muffled as she sobbed and cried into the Blonde's shoulder, "All right, so I am shaken. You try being lost in some weird place with talking fluff balls and fluff balls that attempt to devour you!" Veronique continued to cry as someone patted her awkwardly on the shoulder.
"Honestly," said a female voice sardonically, "It is not possible to leave you two alone with a girl." This time Veronique felt a warm and comforting hand on her shoulder and she allowed herself to be led away by the owner. "How are you feeling?"
"Just perfect," sniffed Veronique. "Where am I?"
"Well Narnia, of course."
The young woman jumped as Veronique stopped walking and fiercely stamped her foot in frustration, "What on Earth is wrong with you people? Narnia? Narnia? What the bleeding heck is Narnia?"
