Disclaimer: I am not, and never will be the great C.S. Lewis. I just loved
his stories, and if you haven't read them, this won't make sense. SO GO
READ THEM!!!!! Anyway, I hope you like the story! -
Sakura-Luthien06/Sakura/Luthien/Shiroi Sakura
Author's Note: OPPS!!! Sorry! I made a few mistakes. One I can't clear up. The other's I can. The one I can't is that Eustace and Jill actually were killed in the train wreck too. I forgot that. My brother has had my Narnia books and I haven't been able to check stuff out. Sorry. The other will be cleared up. Just wait- PS Thanks for the comments!
Sakura-Luthien06/Sakura/Luthien/Shiroi Sakura
Chapter Two
Devon took they key on a chain around her neck and placed it in the keyhole of the tiny door at the back of the Stanton's attic. This had become her private clubhouse, and was scatted with short stories she had written, along with some amateur paintings and five cushions, to be used as seats if she had company. On the wall opposite the door, there was a small green trunk that held all Devon's treasures. She pulled the chain and two light bulbs lit the small space. Putting a finger over her lips as a signal for Andy, Jayme, and Karry to be quiet, she went over to the trunk and took out a small black book. Karry sat down on a navy blue cushion with a few holes after closing the door. There was a tiny window, not big enough to let in a sufficient amount of light, but big enough to let in fresh air. It was right above the trunk. Andy opened it before joining Karry, Devon, and Jayme on the cushions. Devon took the book and leafed through it until she found the certain place that she had been looking for. "Here it is!" "What-" Jayme started. "Quiet, Jay, and you'll find out!" "Oh," Jayme said in a small voice. "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Listen to this: " 'Eustace and Jill vanished yesterday, two days after the ghastly image of the man roped to a tree appeared during our meeting of the friends of Narnia. We can only suppose that Aslan has called them back into Narnia, but Peter, Lucy and myself are certainly worried about our not-so-dratted cousin and his friend, as are Aunt Polly and Professor Digory. " 'Peter and I are going tomorrow to get the ring's from the Professor's old house today, and shall return tomorrow by train. The house is being torn down, so Peter and I must retrieve the rings from where Digory buried them when he was young under the now dead tree that took root from the core of an apple from Narnia's tree of protection. He made the tree's wood into a wardrobe, but the rings were never unearthed. We need them now, though. "And that's only one entry!" she continued. " 'We have the rings! Well, Peter had them in his blazer pocket anyway. We are almost to the station where we are to meet Lucy, Aunt Polly, and the Professor. And by my guess we will be in Narnia by nightfa- What in the.' Devon stopped. "Go on, Dev!" Andy urged. Devon looked up, her eyes a wave of sorrow. "There isn't any more! Don't you see? Those stones are from the rings Edmund and Peter went to retrieve! This is Edmund's journal!" "Whoa! This is confusing! He was writing that on the train and it crashed?! That's why he stopped? And what's this Narnia place that it keeps mentioning?" Jayme inquired all on one breath.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't explain that, did I?" Devon flipped back to the beginning of the journal. "Listen: " 'Luc is being a prig! She said that there's another country inside the wardrobe. Truly, what can you expect from a kid such as herself? Still, I do think she's being a bit too childish for her age! "Then the next entry says: " 'There is another country! Lucy went off into it and I saw her with a Faun! Can you believe it? A Faun! " 'I do think that she's getting involved with the wrong sorts though. I met up with the Queen of this country. She said if I brought Peter, Susan, and Luc that's she'd make me heir to the throne and Peter a Duke and the girls Duchesses. I told her she didn't have to do that though, but she insisted. I'm going to find out how to do it without Lucy Knowing, though, because no doubt that Faun has been putting bad ideas into her head. "And the next entry seems a lot different. I mean it. " 'I've been calling Luc a prig! Gosh, what a little tick I am! " 'Let me explain. The country is real and its called Narnia. The supposed queen was not the rightful ruler of Narnia, though, nor was it her plan to make me king and Peter and the girls great Lord and Ladies. I'm going too fast though, aren't I? " 'The queen was really a witch. A white which who's clutch over Narnia kept it at an eternal winter, with never a Christmas nor any holiday. The animals all - OH! That's another thing. There aren't really too many 'people' of Narnia. But the animals! The animals can talk! And they're intelligent, too! There are giants, dwarves, dryads, nymphs, and centaurs besides! And then the Fauns! It's like something out of a fairy tale! - Back to what I was saying. The animals all hated her, but they couldn't over power her. She could turn them into stone with just a wave of her wand! I went to her castle to tell her that Peter, Susan, and Luc were with the beaver, and there were tons of stone statues in her courtyard, but they were really animals turned to stone! She treated me really badly, and while we were chasing Peter and Lucy and Susan, Santa gave them presents! The witch's spell was breaking, and it was Christmas! " 'Peter got a sword and shield, while Susan got a bow and arrows, along with a magic hunting horn that will call help to you when you blow it. Luc got a hunting knife or dagger and this magic cordial that heals you. That stuff works wonders! " 'The white witch's powers were failing. Santa Claus hadn't shown up in years! She turned some feasting woodland creatures into stone over it too. " 'Well, the reason she was so ticked and after the four of us was that there was an old prophecy about four siblings becoming the crown royalty of Narnia of something. So she decided when it started to thaw that she would just kill me and get it over with. I got saved though! Then the witch came and told them that the Emperor across the sea - whoever he is - gave her all rights to traitors, which, technically, I was. Then Aslan asked - Aslan, by the way is this really huge, kind, magnificently strong talking lion, who is the son of the Emperor across the sea, and the protector of Narnia. - Anyway, Aslan asked her what gave her that right and she said old magic. They went and Aslan made a pact with her that he would give his life for mine. No one but him knew of his pact thought. We only knew that somehow I was spared. " 'She killed him that night, on the Stone table - which is quite a Narnian landmark now - with my sisters watching. He came back to life though! He said it was older magic, Magic from before the beginning of time, that the witch did not know about. If an innocent person gives up his life for another, the stone table would break - which it did - and the process would reverse itself. He was growing ever younger rather that older. It was amazing. " 'We beat the witch and her army, after Aslan revived all the stone animals in the witch's castle, and then the four of us were crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia. Peter, of course, was the High King, him being the eldest and all. " 'Funny thing is, we grew up and reigned for years and years, but when we saw the lamp post in the Lantern Waste - near which is the entrance of the wardrobe - we remembered it a little and when we went through it, we returned to our childhood, the exact same moment we had left. My guess is that the times of our world and Narnia aren't parallel, but we may never know.' " "Whoa! That Edmund was some good writer! I wonder where he got that story line?" "Jayme, I have reason to believe that he wasn't bluffing. the dates." Karry said, talking the book from Devon. "The dates prove that he was around ten or eleven at the beginning of the journal, but nearer to the end, he was older, and the way he wrote it. It just couldn't have been made up!" "I think Ri's right," Andy put in. "Edmund seemed like a pretty selfish chap in the pictures we found of him when he was younger, but the pictures we found when he was older seem to have revealed a change in him. A complete revelation! He then began to seem decent and kind." Devon closed the book and put it down. "Not too much unlike the revelation wee noticed in the pictures of Eustace. Truly, I think he was worse than Edmund at first!" "Maybe it's true. So what!? Evidentially we can't ever find the wardrobe, can we!? We'll never be able to go to. to where ever they were talking about!" Jayme exclaimed. "Narnia." "Whatever!" "Wait! Jay, the wardrobe wasn't the only entrance to Narnia! I read in here that once Susan's own horn pulled Susan, Peter, Edmund and Lucy into Narnia. And then one time Edmund, Lucy and Eustace went through a picture. Also, Eustace and Jill went through a door on a wall that was near their school - Eustace told Edmund about it. But that was actually Aslan's country, not Narnia, and Aslan blew them to Narnia. And the last time, Jill and Eustace vanished. I think that there's still plenty of possibility to get to Narnia!" Devon exclaimed. "And the stones must have played some part, because Edmund and Peter went to get them and Edmund mentioned something about being in Narnia by. I don't think he finished that thought though," Karry said thoughtfully. "Yeah. In the middle of the journal Edmund said something about Polly and Digory using the rings to got to this wood and then to Narnia. It didn't make much sense though," Devon said. "Well, maybe we could go! Narnia sounds like a well old place, with kings and queens and talking beasts! And giants, dwarves, centaurs, and fauns! Let's figure out how these babies work!" Andy said, beginning to examine the stones with renewed interest of an extreme extent. "Andy! Calm down!" Jayme said, taking the stones from him for fear he'd drop them or do something stupid. "Give them back! I found them!" "Guys, cut it out!" Karry exclaimed, pushing them apart. "I've got to go to our house. I'll meet the three of you at my boulder in about fifteen minutes, okay?" "Why?!" Devon, Jayme and Andy asked in unison. "If we're gonna do this, we'd best do it right. Like Edmund." she replied and then was gone. "The Journal!" The trio yelled as they sprinted down the stairs after her.
Sakura-Luthien06/Sakura/Luthien/Shiroi Sakura
Author's Note: OPPS!!! Sorry! I made a few mistakes. One I can't clear up. The other's I can. The one I can't is that Eustace and Jill actually were killed in the train wreck too. I forgot that. My brother has had my Narnia books and I haven't been able to check stuff out. Sorry. The other will be cleared up. Just wait- PS Thanks for the comments!
Sakura-Luthien06/Sakura/Luthien/Shiroi Sakura
Chapter Two
Devon took they key on a chain around her neck and placed it in the keyhole of the tiny door at the back of the Stanton's attic. This had become her private clubhouse, and was scatted with short stories she had written, along with some amateur paintings and five cushions, to be used as seats if she had company. On the wall opposite the door, there was a small green trunk that held all Devon's treasures. She pulled the chain and two light bulbs lit the small space. Putting a finger over her lips as a signal for Andy, Jayme, and Karry to be quiet, she went over to the trunk and took out a small black book. Karry sat down on a navy blue cushion with a few holes after closing the door. There was a tiny window, not big enough to let in a sufficient amount of light, but big enough to let in fresh air. It was right above the trunk. Andy opened it before joining Karry, Devon, and Jayme on the cushions. Devon took the book and leafed through it until she found the certain place that she had been looking for. "Here it is!" "What-" Jayme started. "Quiet, Jay, and you'll find out!" "Oh," Jayme said in a small voice. "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Listen to this: " 'Eustace and Jill vanished yesterday, two days after the ghastly image of the man roped to a tree appeared during our meeting of the friends of Narnia. We can only suppose that Aslan has called them back into Narnia, but Peter, Lucy and myself are certainly worried about our not-so-dratted cousin and his friend, as are Aunt Polly and Professor Digory. " 'Peter and I are going tomorrow to get the ring's from the Professor's old house today, and shall return tomorrow by train. The house is being torn down, so Peter and I must retrieve the rings from where Digory buried them when he was young under the now dead tree that took root from the core of an apple from Narnia's tree of protection. He made the tree's wood into a wardrobe, but the rings were never unearthed. We need them now, though. "And that's only one entry!" she continued. " 'We have the rings! Well, Peter had them in his blazer pocket anyway. We are almost to the station where we are to meet Lucy, Aunt Polly, and the Professor. And by my guess we will be in Narnia by nightfa- What in the.' Devon stopped. "Go on, Dev!" Andy urged. Devon looked up, her eyes a wave of sorrow. "There isn't any more! Don't you see? Those stones are from the rings Edmund and Peter went to retrieve! This is Edmund's journal!" "Whoa! This is confusing! He was writing that on the train and it crashed?! That's why he stopped? And what's this Narnia place that it keeps mentioning?" Jayme inquired all on one breath.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't explain that, did I?" Devon flipped back to the beginning of the journal. "Listen: " 'Luc is being a prig! She said that there's another country inside the wardrobe. Truly, what can you expect from a kid such as herself? Still, I do think she's being a bit too childish for her age! "Then the next entry says: " 'There is another country! Lucy went off into it and I saw her with a Faun! Can you believe it? A Faun! " 'I do think that she's getting involved with the wrong sorts though. I met up with the Queen of this country. She said if I brought Peter, Susan, and Luc that's she'd make me heir to the throne and Peter a Duke and the girls Duchesses. I told her she didn't have to do that though, but she insisted. I'm going to find out how to do it without Lucy Knowing, though, because no doubt that Faun has been putting bad ideas into her head. "And the next entry seems a lot different. I mean it. " 'I've been calling Luc a prig! Gosh, what a little tick I am! " 'Let me explain. The country is real and its called Narnia. The supposed queen was not the rightful ruler of Narnia, though, nor was it her plan to make me king and Peter and the girls great Lord and Ladies. I'm going too fast though, aren't I? " 'The queen was really a witch. A white which who's clutch over Narnia kept it at an eternal winter, with never a Christmas nor any holiday. The animals all - OH! That's another thing. There aren't really too many 'people' of Narnia. But the animals! The animals can talk! And they're intelligent, too! There are giants, dwarves, dryads, nymphs, and centaurs besides! And then the Fauns! It's like something out of a fairy tale! - Back to what I was saying. The animals all hated her, but they couldn't over power her. She could turn them into stone with just a wave of her wand! I went to her castle to tell her that Peter, Susan, and Luc were with the beaver, and there were tons of stone statues in her courtyard, but they were really animals turned to stone! She treated me really badly, and while we were chasing Peter and Lucy and Susan, Santa gave them presents! The witch's spell was breaking, and it was Christmas! " 'Peter got a sword and shield, while Susan got a bow and arrows, along with a magic hunting horn that will call help to you when you blow it. Luc got a hunting knife or dagger and this magic cordial that heals you. That stuff works wonders! " 'The white witch's powers were failing. Santa Claus hadn't shown up in years! She turned some feasting woodland creatures into stone over it too. " 'Well, the reason she was so ticked and after the four of us was that there was an old prophecy about four siblings becoming the crown royalty of Narnia of something. So she decided when it started to thaw that she would just kill me and get it over with. I got saved though! Then the witch came and told them that the Emperor across the sea - whoever he is - gave her all rights to traitors, which, technically, I was. Then Aslan asked - Aslan, by the way is this really huge, kind, magnificently strong talking lion, who is the son of the Emperor across the sea, and the protector of Narnia. - Anyway, Aslan asked her what gave her that right and she said old magic. They went and Aslan made a pact with her that he would give his life for mine. No one but him knew of his pact thought. We only knew that somehow I was spared. " 'She killed him that night, on the Stone table - which is quite a Narnian landmark now - with my sisters watching. He came back to life though! He said it was older magic, Magic from before the beginning of time, that the witch did not know about. If an innocent person gives up his life for another, the stone table would break - which it did - and the process would reverse itself. He was growing ever younger rather that older. It was amazing. " 'We beat the witch and her army, after Aslan revived all the stone animals in the witch's castle, and then the four of us were crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia. Peter, of course, was the High King, him being the eldest and all. " 'Funny thing is, we grew up and reigned for years and years, but when we saw the lamp post in the Lantern Waste - near which is the entrance of the wardrobe - we remembered it a little and when we went through it, we returned to our childhood, the exact same moment we had left. My guess is that the times of our world and Narnia aren't parallel, but we may never know.' " "Whoa! That Edmund was some good writer! I wonder where he got that story line?" "Jayme, I have reason to believe that he wasn't bluffing. the dates." Karry said, talking the book from Devon. "The dates prove that he was around ten or eleven at the beginning of the journal, but nearer to the end, he was older, and the way he wrote it. It just couldn't have been made up!" "I think Ri's right," Andy put in. "Edmund seemed like a pretty selfish chap in the pictures we found of him when he was younger, but the pictures we found when he was older seem to have revealed a change in him. A complete revelation! He then began to seem decent and kind." Devon closed the book and put it down. "Not too much unlike the revelation wee noticed in the pictures of Eustace. Truly, I think he was worse than Edmund at first!" "Maybe it's true. So what!? Evidentially we can't ever find the wardrobe, can we!? We'll never be able to go to. to where ever they were talking about!" Jayme exclaimed. "Narnia." "Whatever!" "Wait! Jay, the wardrobe wasn't the only entrance to Narnia! I read in here that once Susan's own horn pulled Susan, Peter, Edmund and Lucy into Narnia. And then one time Edmund, Lucy and Eustace went through a picture. Also, Eustace and Jill went through a door on a wall that was near their school - Eustace told Edmund about it. But that was actually Aslan's country, not Narnia, and Aslan blew them to Narnia. And the last time, Jill and Eustace vanished. I think that there's still plenty of possibility to get to Narnia!" Devon exclaimed. "And the stones must have played some part, because Edmund and Peter went to get them and Edmund mentioned something about being in Narnia by. I don't think he finished that thought though," Karry said thoughtfully. "Yeah. In the middle of the journal Edmund said something about Polly and Digory using the rings to got to this wood and then to Narnia. It didn't make much sense though," Devon said. "Well, maybe we could go! Narnia sounds like a well old place, with kings and queens and talking beasts! And giants, dwarves, centaurs, and fauns! Let's figure out how these babies work!" Andy said, beginning to examine the stones with renewed interest of an extreme extent. "Andy! Calm down!" Jayme said, taking the stones from him for fear he'd drop them or do something stupid. "Give them back! I found them!" "Guys, cut it out!" Karry exclaimed, pushing them apart. "I've got to go to our house. I'll meet the three of you at my boulder in about fifteen minutes, okay?" "Why?!" Devon, Jayme and Andy asked in unison. "If we're gonna do this, we'd best do it right. Like Edmund." she replied and then was gone. "The Journal!" The trio yelled as they sprinted down the stairs after her.
