Chronicles of Narnia:

The Lion, The Witch, and the Wizard

November 15th, 1928

The day was Sunny and warm, unusual for most of Britain during the times. But on the English Country side it was a Welcomed luxury for The New Professor of Magical History & Ancient runes, Professor Digory Kirke, As He Walked down a beaten path. For a good Time his Life had been hectic. Since he was a young boy, his life has been a struggle within the war of the light and the dark, why when he first learned of magic from his Uncle, he had found himself in a different world, and bringing an especially Cruel Witch, Jadis of Charn, to both Earth and Narnia.

Nowadays he was having to deal with living in yet another war, The Global Wizarding War had just started. Grindelwald left Britain alone for the most part. Due to, as Kirke Found out, a blood-pact between the Headmaster of the school he worked for, Albus Dumbledore. believe it or not, it was his shortened name. Though completely unimportant to what this meant for the wizarding world. The balance between the Natural and the mystical was at stake, either side could engulf the other, Either the world would be subjected to the tyranny of Magic, or Magicals would be sought out and be driven to extinction. Kirke could only hope and pray. Pray that the balance could be Maintained, and that both sides could live in harmony, even if that harmony could only be achieved by the ignorance of each other.

Kirke sighed, for he prayed that the worlds could merge, and live in true peace. a foolish notion to most. but one must have faith, for we have nothing if not Belief.

Who could believe in talking animals, wizards, Goblins, Magic itself, or even... Aslan. He'd seen it all, the world was much bigger than he could have ever expected, yet with his very own eyes, he saw a world where Magic was no secret, but it was just a matter of life, it was free. It was Narnia.

For years Digory tried to re-enter the land, but could not. When he made it to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, he went on to study all he could on the history of magic, Divination, and Astronomy. Nothing could truly explain the wood between worlds, But a certain professor was intrigued by his work, and curious of such a place as Narnia. a Land sung into existence, where humans and magic could live in harmony. it brought a sparkle to Dumbledore's eye. And so it was that when Kirke Graduated, he was guaranteed a job as Hogwarts Professor of Magical History & Ancient Runes. During the summer time, he was off to explore the world, looking for any sign of Narnia, of Charn, the wood between Worlds, or even Aslan himself.

It was then he came across his answers...well, most of them. The new Professor had come to the conclusion that since Narnia was so young, as he was a young boy himself when it was brought to life, and therefore, the only proof of Narnia was His Apple tree. the seeds of which came from a sacred fruit he had taken to save his Ailing mother. The Tree was now quite large and though it's fruit didn't bare the same healing properties as it's parent tree, it was renown for it's Silver fruit. Charn was easier to pinpoint, there was some point in time when Jadis had come to Earth before. several occasions, yet some force had always pushed her back, She was known well in many Scandinavian settlements, a few Countries in the Slavic Eurasia. and was said to challenge the might of Genghis Khan, who because of her, grew the distrust of magic, and would hunt down any others who would perform in the mystic arts.

The wood between world was known in many areas of the world, but lost to time were the entrances to get there, old Norse sagas told of the tree of life, which one could climb to reach the other worlds that hung from it. It was a certainly a start, to search for the New world. The Norse named Yggdrasil, the tree of life, which he and his old friend Polly had come across, was vast and much more a forest than a single tree, though it could simply be that he was smaller comparably to the universe. The closest Digory came across to such a structure was the World's Laey-lines, a network of Magical pools that crossed the earth and connected them together. a start to be sure, but not enough for interplanetary travel.

Aslan, He knew he was a creator, not simply a lion. though it was a form he had chosen to travel in Narnia. He knew not if Aslan also sung life into Charn or Earth. Perhaps it was another, yet he knew no other except for those in Myth or Religion. He could not conclude, but he felt as though Aslan, had always been apart of his life. ever since he met Polly and was taken between worlds.

Sighing again, the Professor took out a pipe and walked along his path, he kept his nerves at bay with a puff of smoke, and admired the beauty of the stream as he walked. And so he went, following the stream as it was running down it's own path... until.

He heard crying, looking downstream he heard it more clearly. it was in a basket, being pulled upstream against the current. when he came to the basket, it was as if the river was still for the basket would not move any further. the professor gently crouched down and pulled the basket from the stream, and in it, was a baby. a young infant with blackish brown hair, and grey eyes. in his bundled carrier, there was nothing else but a silk red blanket and a label, instead of where a name should be there was a black bird sitting on the line like a perch, when Kirke rubbed his thumb over the label the bird moved and flew out of the paper, Out came the Jackdaw.

While Digory Kirke was experienced in handling students, it would be his first time caring for a young boy. but he knew that boy needed him, a Force brought the young one to him. So he took him into his home, and cared for him, he knew when the school year would come around the boy would need to be looked after him. so he called upon Ms. Macready, to care for the boy as his nanny while he was teaching at Hogwarts.

7 years later

Jackdaw. Jackdaw Tollers Kirke, was the name of that boy. while he was a mild mannered boy under Ms Macready. When the Professor was around however, he would be more outgoing, he constantly wanted to speak with the Professor, about the what he'd learned while he was gone, and about the Adventures the Professor had gone off on. the child brought a good joy out of the aging professor, he was content. during the boy's seventh summer there was a terrible storm, one that destroyed the Professor's Tree. he was heart broken.

"Professor, why Couldn't we find you another tree, sir. certainly we can find one like it." The young Jack had asked.

"No, Not quite, young jack... come sit down here by the fire. would you like to hear the story of how I came across it?" The boy shrugged, unsure the significance behind the tree. "Alright, but I must ask you Jack, to keep this secret, as of right now, you and I are two out of three people on earth who know of it's origins. Long ago when I was just around your age... maybe a little older, I was a grubby little boy who was living in London, dreadfully with my Uncle. my mother was ill at the time, with no signs of her illness slowing down... When looking for anything to help, herbs, and/or medicine, I met a young girl by the name of Polly, Polly Plummer..."

The boy listened, while the professor recalled his life as the Magician's Nephew. Of travelling to Charn, and the Birth of Narnia.

The boy was enraptured by the story, and just sat and listened as the professor told him the tale. "And So I gave my mother the Apple, Her Health was back, but not only that. My father had come back from India, where he took us from London, and back to this Countryside house... i kept the Apple core, and the rings my uncle had given us, and buried both. that apple tree then sprouted quickly, and while it's fruit could not grant eternal life, it's fruit were all colored like precious metals, Silver, Copper, Gold... It was said that as long as these trees were to remain standing, the witch would be kept at bay, for it was the same tree which she had stolen from. I hope that the tree that grew there remains far longer than this one... I cannot bear to see the tree go to waste... Jack?"

"Yes Professor?"

"Would you mind helping me, I wish not to see this tree go to waste, so we shall try to work it into something."

"Like Carpentry, sir?"

The Professor chuckled "Yes, dear boy. Pray, tell me, what could we make of it." the boy looking over the window towards the fallen apple tree.

"Ms. Macready said she would like a Wardrobe, so that we could keep winter coats nearby rather than in the attic." Digory smiled at the boy, for he often thought of others before himself. the boy would be a wonderful gentlemen when he grew up.