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CHAPTER 2

The trees flew passed in a blur. She felt the low twigs pull at the neat bun of her hair, causing it to tumble down upon her shoulders in a cascade of raven locks.

She held out a hand in front of her, shielding the cuts and scratches on her face, caused by the low lying twigs from the thick undergrowth. With the other, a bundle of cloth held tight, pressed against her breast.

Beads of perspiration poured down her side, salting the scratches on her face but yet she ran, kept on running. From what? Elara couldn't see. All she knew was this intense urge, to get away. So she ran. Sprinting over the fallen, half-rotten branches that lay sprawled at recalcitrant places, seemingly bent on hindering her progress.

The only consolating fact being that the swirling fog that hindered her, also provided her with some sort of meagre cover from her pursuers.

It was only a matter of moments, before her leg tripped over a log sending the lady sprawling down on the damp forest floor. She rose up or at least tried to, a moan escaping her lips as a spark of pain shot up her ankle.

She heard a howl pierce the night air, that seemed to resonate through her spine.

Again.

She could feel a shiver work its way down her back, causing the hairs on her neck to stand up.

Another. Much more closer than before.

She closed her eyes, her lips moving in a silent spell, as her fingers clutched the bundle closer yet to her chest.

Elara could make out two eyes, yellow, glaring right at her with so much malice that it made her stomach churn in fear. Followed by a face, too deformed to seem human, with canines the size of her thumb. With a start, Elara realised, that's because it never did belong to a human. As the fog thinned around her she could make out the outline of a wolf, and not one, but many gathered around her. Encompassing her in a deadly circle.

Elara screamed, a guttural sound that cut through her dry throat. Fear clutched her heart, that she had to remind herself that this wasn't real. She was just a guest, in someone else's nightmare.

She felt the bundle grow warm in her arms as she, or to be exact, the lady, uttered something unintelligible, in another tongue. With a blinding flash of light that she had to cover her eyes, it was gone. The bundle. Disappeared into nowhere.

A cold laugh parted her lips as she felt the same unfamiliar words roll on her tongue, taking on a form in that same strange tongue that she'd spoken before. But this time she could understand what it was.

"Narnia shall never bow down to the Sorceress, you vile vermin! Not until the breath of life yet lingers on the lips of the last of the Knights."

The wolf seemed to chuckle. "Then so be it."

Before she'd time to process what just transpired, it pounced and Elara could almost hear the rake of its claws tear through the fragile fabric of her dress. Not her's, she had to remind herself. The lady's.

With a last scream to haunt her nightmares, she was pulled back with a jerk back to her own insane reality.

"Earth to Elara! Wake up, school's almost over."

A/N Just to clear things up a bit. It isn't Elara in the vision, but a lady. If youve read the Prologue, you'd know, Elara has blonde hair, and not 'raven' as mentioned here. I apologise if this had been way too short, but I swear I'd make up for it in the next chap, which is already half typed up!

Updates can be expected by two weeks. (Exams, kill me please?!), though maybe (and thats a very big maybe) I'd update earlier if you guys be goodie goodie and tell me what you think of this, in that little box right down there.

Adios peeple!
~NarnianFairy