Chapter 3

Serendipity

Polly sighed and looked around in relief; the place she had landed in was beautiful.

She was standing in a small forest of fern trees, all of whom where glistening brightly in the sunlight, for they where covered in glittering new snow.

The sun was slowly setting and shone all over the forest and the wide blue ski turning the horizon a light shade of pink and orange.

"Narnia, dearest Narnia, how I have missed you," Polly sighed and walked through the trees until she reached a small cliff where she could look over this great land.

Beneath her stretched a long forest, after which a long river curled itself between two mountains and through a great valley.

Everything was covered in a fresh glittering measure of snow that crunched crisply underfoot. Though Polly hadn't thought of bringing a coat, the sun shone so brightly that she felt quite warm in the crisp winter air.

Like the last time she had been here, Polly felt the wonderful feeling of happiness as soon as she stepped into this land. Her heart felt free, her soul was complete, she felt at home and ready to take on the world.

Sitting down on a big boulder, Polly noticed that it was formed like a big stone table. She pulled up her legs and hugged them close, thinking about the future.

Not only would she have to move away from her family, but she would move into a new one on the other side of the world.

Her father, Gerald d of Wingham, had made a superb arrangement with his best friend and his son, Leonardo del Sor, a family of Italian decent.

Polly did not mind, as she very much liked Leo, as she insisted on calling him. He was a wonderfully impulsive person, full of life, ambitions and special tenderness when it came to her, his 'chica'.

But could she be with him for the rest of her life? Never again would she go out with Charlotte, dance until their feet hurt and their minds where dreamy and still.

Maybe she could come back one day, see the mountains and streams of her homeland once more, maybe when she was old…

But a sudden crackle from between the trees broke her train of thought and she whipped around in search for the maker of the noise. Out from under the trees came a tall coat cladden figure with a hat pulled low in his face. Polly jumped up in dismay, but before she could shout at the stranger to come no closer, he pulled off his cap and Diggory's dark brown eyes gazed at her.

"Gosh, you gave me such a fright," Polly exhaled sharply.

"Next time warn me before you just creep out of the woods!"

She turned bright red and exclaimed, "so you came after all, after all.."

She could not finish the sentence for he had swept down, tilted her face up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Polly could not comprehend what had happened, until he stood before her having released her lips and looking deep into his eyes. He swallowed and pushed a stray curl behind her ear.

"Yes, I came anyway," he croaked, for suddenly his throat had become very dry.

He could still not believe what he had just done. Kissed the beautiful Polly, when she was surely promised to another man. But looking into her eyes, feeling her soft creamy skin and tender lips, was enough to drive him into madness.

"How did you find me?" she managed to stammer.

Diggory dropped his hand, " I just followed your footprints." He grinned and she felt her face grow hot once more. What was happening to her?

Diggory could not make out right from wrong, all he could see was the white snow, the beautiful sunset and Polly, the most gorgeous woman he could imagine, smiling at him timidly from under those beautiful golden curls.

Polly took his cold hand into her warm one, and placed it onto her cheek once more. Closing her eyes she relished the rough feel of his skin, as he slowly caressed her cheek, jaw line and neck. A shiver ran down her spine, and a familiar warmth spread through her body, making her heart beat twice as fast than normal.

"Kiss me," she whispered, barely audible. "Kiss me please, Diggory."

He complied, and she felt his rough lips on hers, as he slowly moved them pleading for her to open up to him. When she did, he quickly found a way to make her want more, want to feel more as she felt his warmth spread everywhere.

After a few minutes, Polly came back to her senses. Pushing his chest, she threw herself back, and hit the stone table with considerable force. Her back collided with the edge of the table, and she crumbled to the floor, curled up in pain.

Diggory staggered back to her, finding her curled up in a tight not, sobbing silently.

When he tried to touch her, she whimpered and he did not know what to do.

"Please Polly, let me help you," he pleaded. "Lets go back home right now, I can bring you to a doctor."

She shook her head and sobbed.

"No. please lets just forget about this, lets just, just leave!"

She stopped crying and waited for a reply.

"You want me to leave you here in the snow, and the cold, in another world with an injury to your back?" He asked her unbelievingly.

"Yes, I do" she mumbled.

"No way!" He exclaimed. "Never in a million years!"

"But Diggory, I am promised to someone else!" Her voice broke with emotions.

"I figured as much," he said calmly. "But Polly be reasonable. I have to get you back to our world. You will freeze, the sun is going down and the night will be icy cold!"

He walked towards her, gently crouching down beside her and softly touched her shoulder.

"Polly, be reasonable," he watched, as she turned around slightly. Her tearstained face glowing with the warmth of crying. She nodded and slowly moved her arms around his neck, so he could lift her up. Diggory picked her up easily, feeling her quivering body at his chest. Polly laid her face at his neck and closed her eyes. The pain in her back was quickly fading away, leaving her embarrassed that she had made such a fuss over nothing. But she was confused, she did not understand her feelings, her needs and her body's reaction towards Diggory.

He made her heart beat a marathon, by only looking into her eyes.

He made her stomach explode with butterflies, by kissing her lips.

He made her knees wobble, when he held her tight.

He made her want more of him than she could ever have…