The world seemed unusually colorful, like there was absolutely nothing that could be wrong, a world where everything was good. If only such things actually existed. The trees seemed to dance in the woods that were stretching to all sides. A soft tune was playing from somewhere off and the laughter of many could be heard. A brook nearby ran almost clear with the purest water you could imagine. The entire place seemed so magical and beautiful. Something seemed familiar about the place though.

Approaching through the woods upon the sounds of merriment, I saw fawns. I knew that I had never heard nor seen such a creature, but for some reason I knew what they were. There were also centaurs, dwarfs, talking beasts, and wood nymphs. Somehow I knew what they all were. There were no humans that I could spot. Narnians. The name went through my mind like I actually knew what it meant. Although in this strange world of happiness I found that I did know what it meant. I stood on the edge of the clearing they were in and watched. It fascinated me.

All of the beasts were dancing around a small bonfire. The fawns all had little woodwind instruments and were playing a tune in time to the dancing. They all danced like there was nothing in the world that could make them sad. Maybe in their world there was nothing bad like that.

As I watched everything changed. In one blink they were dancing, in the next they lay dead at my feet. I recognized Telmarine arrows protruding from their flesh. As I continued to watch the world change I realized why everything had seemed familiar. I watched as the plot unfolded as it did in history. The forest was cut down, the rest of the Narnians slottered, and the village began to grow. At first it was only the market square, but soon buildings and houses appeared too. When the world had returned to the one I knew everything stopped. A lion emerged from between two houses and stood before me. He was monstrous. A fierce looking creature, and I felt scared.

"My child," He began, "I see much greatness in you. You have the power to make a difference. Everything you know now is a lie. Everything is about to change and you will find yourself thrust into the middle of a choice. I cannot help you make your decision. I can however guide you on the right path. Trust in yourself and do not doubt the old magic in these troubling times." I noticed two boys and two girls on either side of the lion. I felt as if I should know them all, but this time no hidden knowledge sprung forth to be recalled.

"What if I can't do it?"

"I would not be here if I did not believe that you can do it. I believe in you, Serdif, and it is time that you believe in yourself."

"SERILE IS GETTING MARRIED!" What a way to wake up in the morning. Mother's screams could probably be heard in the market square. I dragged myself out of bed. It was early. Moar must have let Mother sleep through the night to make sure she was sober when she found out the good news. Serile was standing in the hall holding out her hand with the ring.

"....then he paused and I wondered if I had said something wrong, but then he started in on this little speech about how amazing I am and he pulled out this." She was smiling from ear to ear. I looked at Mother and she too was grinning, just not at Serile as Moar and I were. No, she was grinning wickedly at me. I wondered what this could mean, but the moment passed and I was again swept up into the rejoicing. Mother was rather pleasant all day. She went to market as she did everyday, but she came home with a cake and allowed me to partake in the eating of it. I stayed with Serile all day. Listening to her excited banter, hearing her tell her story over and over again, and helping her plan out just what she wanted to do. She wanted it to be soon because the flowers were in bloom.

"Oh, I've always wanted a summer wedding! Won't it be perfect? It'll be peach to offset my hair, and we can get some of the little girls from town who I taught to bake to be flower girls. Oh, and you'll look so pretty all dressed up. Peach will go well with your hair too even if it is darker..." She went on and on, but I was too happy for her to stop her. She deserved these moments of pure joy.

Moar was out and about running odd errands. He didn't seem to mind though. He was probably just glad to get out of the house. As happy as he was for our baby sister I could tell that he had no desire to hear about the wedding plans and about what type of flowers would go best with her color scheme and food items.

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It was that night when the trouble began. Mother had just scent Serile and Moar off to fetch her a few things. I was left alone with her.

"I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this moment. The moment when Serile would marry someone rich enough to support not only her, but me as well. The moment when I didn't need you anymore. Now it's here. With your sister getting married and me no longer having to work I don't need you here in case something went wrong with your sister's courting and to clean and keep house. Now all of that has been taken care of. Pack your things. Tomorrow I bring you to the castle."