One moment in Narnia
These characters do not belong to me, but to C.S. Lewis. Only the plot is mine...
Chapter 1.
The story begins…
Not only was it a rainy day, when my story begins, but it was the first day of winter, a cold and miserably gray Saturday. The cobbled streets of early twentieth century London glistened in the wet, and portrayed a hazard for everyone who was bold enough to step outside in this particular weather. Dark brown patches of mud lined the streets, carriages splattered already wet clothes, and the horses hot snorts for breath were visible above the late afternoon hustle of men and women heading home, most of whom carried a newspaper over their heads to keep the rain off.
Now this day was like most autumn days in the big English city, and ultimately no different to all the past ones, had there not been a young woman, in a blue dress and a grey coat walking brusquely across the traffic along a main street. She was quite tall, wore a hat, to protect her from the rain, and an orange scarf, that billowed out behind like a last trickle of summer, getting lost in all the grey faces of the darkening city.
This woman walked along the street, dodging carriages, horses and people, until she saw what she was looking for, and quickly dodged into a small smithy on the left hand side of the road.