Meanwhile, back in Narnia

(Diamond's P.O.V)

It was Aslan's sudden stop that jolted me awake. He had been running with me on his back for a solid two days, only stopping to eat or sleep once in a while. I raised my head off of his mane and took in my surroundings. We were standing in the middle of a great forest, which, just like everything else in Narnia, was completely covered in snow. I though it was beautiful, but I also felt a pang of anger, for I was still haunted by the thought that it was my mother responsible for this. I had recently learned that my father gave me up to protect me, but that still didn't stop me from wanting to know my mother, which I did. However, I now knew that my main priority was to stop her and restore peace. I was the Princess, after all. I was feeling this anger now, and I also felt my clothes begin to frost, which they often did when I was angry. I pulled the hood of my black cape over my head. "What's wrong, Aslan?" I asked. "Why did we stop?"

"There is something I would like to show you, Diamond." he replied. I slid off of his back and began to follow him through the snow, clutching the skirt of my light blue dress tightly. I asked him where we were before he turned around to face me.

"We are in the Great Western Wood, Diamond." he replied. "It's a place of magic. Some of it I hope you will carry with you." Aslan turned back around and started walking again. Wherever we walked, the trees branches would part to make room for us. Aslan said to come further, for he had gotten a ways ahead of me. I parted two limbs out of the way and was immediately intrigued by the sight my eyes took in. I saw Aslan smiling at me, but he was standing underneath a strange- looking lamppost.

"Was this what you wanted to show me, Aslan?" I asked, which earned a nod. "What is this?"

"This is one of the only things in Narnia that I myself didn't create. This was actually created by your mother before she proclaimed herself Queen." I drew closer to this strange thing and placed my fingertips on it. "Listen to me, dear one," said Aslan in a gentle tone. "This lamppost represents your mothers anger and want for power. You may be her daughter, but you represent something much different. You represent love, and kindness. You are a strong leader, my child, and you have a compassionate and generous heart with a spirit unlike any others."

"But Aslan," I said. "I have the same powers as my mother. Doesn't that make me just as destructive?" Aslan smiled.

"Diamond, your magic represents beauty and everything that is good. However, your mother's shows rage and cold. And that is why you'll make a wonderful Queen." At this, Aslan raised his head and blew. The small glass door on the top of the lamppost gently swung open and embers from the flame inside flew out. They came together and made a small ball, which then moved to hover right over me. I looked on in confusion before glancing at Aslan. He smiled and nodded. Then, the ball of embers burst, resulting in several gorgeous golden butterflies. They flapped their wings before coming to rest on the roots of my hair like a crown. With a swirl of my fingers, I froze the butterflies legs together so they would stay on my head.

"You realize your destiny, Diamond?" Aslan asked.

"I do now," I replied. "Thank you, Aslan." I said, touching the beautiful golden butterfly crown.

"You are welcome, dear one."

"Shall we set of again for the Valley?" I asked.

"If that is what you wish." Without hesitation, I clutched my dress again and climbed on Aslan's back. I held on to his mane again, smiling as we headed towards my destiny. My destiny as Princess Diamond of Narnia.

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(Peter's P.O.V)

The train started to roll into the countryside. We finally found an open seat and I helped Lucy put her suitcase on the shelf. I tried to help Edmund, but he gave me a dirty look and proceeded to do it himself. I sat down and started to read my book, and coincidentally it was For Whom The Bell Tolls. However, it wasn't long before we came to a train station. There were several children that disembarked and went to their temporarily families. I wondered what this professor would be like. Would he be kind or spiteful? Was he old or young? I was so lost in my questions I didn't realize where we were until I heard the engineer announce we had stopped at Coombe Halt; the place where my siblings and myself were to disembark. We gathered our luggage and got off the train, but when we made it to the platform, we saw that there was nobody around.

We stood gazing around the landscape, when suddenly there came the sound of an automobile. The four of us ran to the platform's edge, and we did see a car, but it drove right past us. "The Professor knew we were coming." said Susan.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled," suggested Edmund. There came then the sound a horses's hooves and the cracking of a whip. We turned our heads to see a wooden wagon pulled by a white horse. A wiry woman drove it to stop right in front of us.

"Mrs. Macready?" I nervously asked.

"I'm afraid so." she said. "Is this it then? Haven't you brought anything else?"

"No ma'am," I answered. "It's just us."

"Small favors," she told us. She gestured her eyes to the wagon before we climbed in.

We rode about 5 miles before our eyes were met with a stunning sight. The professor didn't live in a house, he lived in a mansion. It was absolutely huge. My siblings and I all shared glances before we came inside the house, which made the place look even bigger. "Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in the house," warned Mrs. Macready. She listed off some rules. "There will be no shoutin'. Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter." Susan moved to touch a white marble bust. "No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" the housekeeper snapped. She paused a top of the stairs and lowered her voice to a whisper. "And above all, there will no disturbin' of the professor." Mrs. Macready then showed us to our rooms. Susan and Lucy were on the second floor and Edmund and I were on the third. When my brother and I arrived to our room, Edmund claimed the bed closest to the door by flopping down onto it face-first. with a sigh, I moved my things to the bed closest to the window. I started to put away my clothes when something on the wooden nightstand caught my attention. On the corner nearest to the bed, there was a carving of a simple four-sided diamond. But inside the diamond, there was the carving of what looked like two little crowns near the top, and underneath the crowns there was a detailed carving of a laying lion. I traced my finger over the carving. I withdrew it within an instant because the picture was very cold to the touch. How strange.

"Ed," I called my brother. He walked over to me. "Do you have a similar carving on your nightstand?" Edmund shook his head.

"No, I don't. But strange that only yours would have a carving like that."

"Yes, it is," I agreed. "Let's go see what the girls are up to." I earned a groan from Ed before he followed me out the door. I looked back at where the strange carving was. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw that spot sparkle. Sparkle like a fresh winter's snow.