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The Story inside the Story: Chapter Ten
Now, Anne awoke in the most queer circumstance. She was peaceful and well rested and she felt as if she had just awoken from a most terrible, and yet most pleasant dream.
She hardly even recalled what had happened until she actually opened her eyes and had seen it all for herself. And she felt quite odd as well.
She was so calm and so full of joy that she found herself wondering why she had ever felt bad in the first place. There was no more worry, anxiety, fear or pain left in her heart. Anne was simply... Happy.
As if she knew that nothing could harm her ever again. Also, there was a strange warmth running through her entire body and for the first time she was not cold.
Now, if you have lived in chaos your entire life, when it is gone you will probably find yourself wondering if it had ever really been there and you will soon also find yourself so content that those moments seem only to be faded dreams or distant childhood memories or inventions. She felt like this exactly.
Anne yawned and stretched out her arms and finally she got up on her feet and examined her surroundings.
She was in a red tent with a gold lining and had been sleeping on the most comfortable hammock in existence.
On a chair near by, made of fine oak, of course of one of the non talking trees, there hung her leather bad and short swords and also a beautiful dark blue dress of a fine material that Anne had never seen before. Surely, she thought, it was narnian. In the center of the tent stood a wooden table and on this lay a short sleeved mail shirt, a red linen long sleeved shirt, a pair of dark brown trousers and brown leather boots with straps as the ones you see only in the medieval times.
Now, this shocked her quite a bit and for a moment, she felt as if battle was upon them and she had to take her place as a warrior of Narnia.
She glared at her new belongings, but put on only the dress, sure that the war had not yet commenced.
All of a sudden, a floating figure entered the tent and Anne discovered it to be one of the trees, that in a moment had helped her with her clothing and hair, so that she truly looked narnian herself.
"Come now, my Lady, for your friends await you for the morning feast!"
Anne then wondered if all the trees spoke in an elegant and melodic manner.
The tree then guided her unto her friends whom were having a very cheerful breakfast all together. And there amongst them sat Edmund, the younger brother, eating and smiling as if nothing had happened, but the cuts on his face and hands and his black eye showed otherwise. Nevertheless, the young girl filled up with joy at the sight of him and ran to join the others.
"Edmund! You're back! You're okay!"
She ran and then, to everyone's amazement, unexpectedly hugged him as only a sister would do.
And though all of them gaped at her shocked and confused, Anne felt as if it had been the right thing to do. Now, if you were Anne and suddenly felt to have no care in the world, you might have done the same.
For she felt so happy and lightheaded that everything seemed beautiful and miraculous to her and that filled with such joy that she felt that she had known Edmund as a brother, though she did not know why.
Soon though, they were all laughing together and having a most excellent breakfast made of butter, toast and the freshest and finest fruit of all Narnia.
Afterwards, Anne left them to stroll amongst the troupes as the four discussed some family matters. But no sooner had she left that Susan came running towards her with her bow in her hand and her quiver full of arrows around her shoulder.
The young child right as she reached Anne, panting a little.
"Susan? What's wrong."
The girl caught her breath and, a bit embarrassed, asked if they could talk alone for a moment.
So they went to the top of a hill and sat in the sun, letting the warm wind blow on their faces and in their hair.
"I'm sorry." Said Susan.
Anne gazed at her shocked. She had never thought to receive an apology and she had never thought it necessary.
"For what?"
"For the way I treated you. I was horrible."
"Oh! That's okay! I forgive you!"
Though anyone in Anne's situation would have probably forgiven even a monster, she was sincere and never thought that Susan should have asked, for it was already done.
You must know, though, that from that moment on, the two girls became good friends and their friendship lasted many years, until... Well... That's another story and you'll have to keep reading to find out.
They talked for an hour or more and from the bottom of the hill, Peter watched them. He saw his sister in a most different manner now.
She seemed cheerful and less prideful and she wasn't acting like a know-it-all anymore. And he was content in seeing joy in Susan once more... And wisdom. For he had never seen his sister apologize to anyone before. But Anne... She too was different. Almost queer.
From the first moment Peter had seen her, a certain sadness had shown in her eyes.
But now that sadness seemed to have disappeared and he found that he was truly starting to like her and that they would be really good friends one day. Maybe even best friends.