Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
I shot up in my bed, covered in sweat. It's that dream gain. It's a horrible, horrible vision of my father in war. I don't even want to think of it, so I won't go into detail. I don't like wars; I would hate to be in one. The one and only reason I would even possibly put myself in one would be to keep my loved ones safe, to protect them, which is what Daddy is doing.
I climbed out of bed and looked out the window. Other than my family, I wish there was someone else I would anything for. I looked for stars, but couldn't find any. There was too many clouds. Suddenly in the distance, sirens began to wail. I stepped away from the window, the sudden noise surprised me. I heard footsteps running up the stairs behind me and my door swung open.
"Come on let's go!" My mother screamed over the sirens.
"But Mum, what's going on?" I yelled back.
Then, as if answering me, was a short but destructive earthquake.
"What was that!" I screamed.
I looked out my window and saw explosions all over London. Most of it was already in flames.
"London is under attack! Let's go to the Bunker!" She yelled.
I quickly grabbed my pillow, blanket and just happened to grab a book my mum gave me for my seventeenth birthday two weeks ago. My mother grabbed my hand dragged me down the stairs.
"Do you have everything?" She asked.
"I think so…"
She took me from the living room to the kitchen. She turned the doorknob to the back door only to realize she had locked it before we went to bed that night.
"Where's the key!" She screamed.
"I'll find it!"
I threw my things on the floor and ran to the living room before my mother could protest. I looked around, quickly flinging my head from side to side. I suddenly felt a pressure change in the room, like the air was just sucked out of me and the room itself. I felt myself draw backwards toward the window…
Flash
I turned and looked at the window. An explosion extremely close shatters the window and send glass through my body.
Flash
The pressure got worst causing my ears to pop. I glanced at the window and suddenly de'javu; I quickly threw myself down at the wall under the window. The window shattered just as I covered my head.
"Come on you idiot! Run!"
I felt someone haul me up and brought me to my feet. The voice belonged to a young man's…but the voice I had no recollection of who it belonged to.
"That was weird." I said to myself.
I glance to the right and saw the small skeleton key lying on the table in front of the sofa. I quickly grabbed it and ran into the kitchen, to the back door, I forced it into Mum's hands as I picked up my belongings from the floor. She struggled to get the key in the whole and the sirens and explosions were getting closer and closer by the second.
"Hurry!" I yelled.
She finally unlocked the door and so we both ran as fast as we could to the bunker. She shoved me in first, causing me to loose my balance and fall as she slammed the door shut behind her. We were enveloped by darkness.
"Darling, can you give me some light?" She asked.
A flame appeared in my hand and it lit up the whole room. The sirens continued to wail and the aircrafts' engines droned overhead.
"Mum . . . can't you make a spell to make every thing go away? Innocent people are dieing!"
"No spell can get rid of a war…..the extent of my powers can only be powerful enough to protect this block."
We sat in silence listening to the horror that surrounded us. I looked at my Wiccan mother and noticed she was chanting. She was casting a protection spell around our block. I know that is all that my mother can do…and I do feel guilty for thinking it, but that's not good enough. Millions of other people are suffering too, not just our block. Soon she was finished.
"Hey Mum? When I went to get the key…..I hit the ground just before an explosion shattered the window, but then right after I suddenly felt someone lift me up but didn't see anyone and heard his voice. What…..what is that?"
"Well, that may be a physical vision of some sort, or it could be a way that the moon goddess is showing a sign….."
"What kind of sign?"
"I had a similar thing happen to me. It was Daniel, only it was before I even met him. I had ended up meeting him a few days later. After I got to know him we began to fall in love. The same thing happened to your Grandma Katherine. So I'm thinking you might meet this guy very soon."
"The possibility of me ever finding a guy… is extremely rare."
"In time, Sweetie, in time."
"I'm… kind of tired."
"Well, it is 4:00 in the morning."
"I'm going to sleep."
"Don't forget to put your flame out."
I let the fire disintegrate back into my hand. It felt warm, but it never burnt me. I was fire; fire was I; that was my power, yet I was a witch of the north. I was Earth. I gently laid my head on my pillow and pulled up my blanket and fell asleep.
I woke up and looked at the clock.
"5:00!"
It was five in the afternoon. Well, I guess I've finally made up for the sleep I've lost during school week.
I quickly got up and looked around. Mum wasn't there. I opened the bunker door and saw our yard was perfect and the house was in excellent shape. I looked at the neighbor's houses (on either side) and they were fine as well. Smoke billowed up into the sky not too far away. I ran though the threshold of the backdoor and tore up the stairs to my room. I brushed my long, wavy blonde hair and looked at my self in the mirror. I've always hated the reflection I got back. My mother was beautiful with very long brown hair. People say that I look more like my father than my mother. Now I don't know how, but people also say that I'm a lot prettier than my mother. I heard a knock at the front door, it almost gave me a heart attack, though, I'm not sure why….
"Mom! Someone's at the door!" I yelled.
"I know! I've got it!" She called back.
I heard the door creak open. A few seconds later there was…. well that can't possibly be right….but I thought I heard soft sobbing.
"I wonder what's going on?" I thought.
I walked down the stairs and at the bottom three stairs I saw a mailman giving Mum a yellow telegram. The death announcement. Daddy….. is dead. My mother slowly took the letter as the man slowly took the rest of the stack to his car. My mother silently shut the door. I as completely stunned. I had dreamed that my father died….
"No………" Was all I could say.
I fell down on the stairs and clenched my fists so hard that my nail began to dig in.
"It can't be true…. I won't believe it!" I suddenly screamed.
Mother tossed aside the telegram and ran to me. She sat down next to me and held me in her arms. Tears were streaming down her face as was mine.
"No, no….no…….no……"
Tears turned to salty waterfalls, if you could believe that. I absolutely hate crying, it's just something I don't do, but right now I could care less.
"While you were asleep I bought a ticket for you. You have to get away from here. I'm getting you out of this war…."
"But Mum……. I'm already involved…."
"Not if I can help it."
"You are going to Professor Kirke's Manor. He will take good care of you, I promise."
I just quietly stood up and went to my room. I slammed the door shut and threw myself on the bed. That long night, I cried myself to sleep.
"Come on, sweetie…. Time to get up."
I opened my eyes and saw my mother looking down at me. She had tear trails down her face and her eyes were red. She already packed my suitcase and my Wiccan supplies I need, in a huge hand bag. If anyone knew what I needed it would be her. I got up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I sat up and slowly climbed out of bed.
"Mum……. I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you……." I whispered trying not to cry.
"I know dear, but this is what is best for you right now."
I forced myself down the steps and out to the front yard. Smoke filled the sky and my lungs. London was still completely destroyed. Mum carried my suitcase and my small bag and put it in our car. I walked out into our front yard and saw the smoke billowing up into the sky a few blocks down.
"Come on, dear . . . get in."
I walked over to the car and climbed in, regretting it already. Mum got in and began to pull out of the driveway. I began watching the familiar houses I knew, pass by. In order to take my mind off of the thoughts running through it, I made a little flame in my hand. Then I began to throw it back and forth.
"Rachel! Have I not told you before not to play with fire in the car?" Mum snapped.
"Yes, Mum." I said sadly as it disintegrated back into my palm.
"I'm sorry….. I didn't mean to snap at you. This is just harder than you think…"
"I know, Mum."
After a good fifteen minute drive we pulled next to the train station. I grabbed my suit case and my hand bag. Mum led me inside the train station. We were surrounded by crying families, which just made things worse.
"This is something I just got in the mail this morning. I wanted to wait to give it to you."
"Who is it from?" I asked as she pulled out a small box from her pocket.
"Your father…."
Tears instantly came to my eyes. I wondered when I was supposed to get Daddy's present. He had told Mum he sent it already. We had been waiting for it since the day before my birthday. Mum handed me the small box and so I opened it. A beautiful diamond and ruby pendant sat inside. It was in the shape of a dragon. Daddy knew I loved dragons.
"I have enchanted it with the power of morphing. Just as you wished for….. a long time ago."
"Thank you Mum…. Thanks……. Daddy."
Mum sadly smiled and brushed back one of my bangs, that had hung in my face.
"All Aboard!" I heard a man suddenly yell.
"I love you." Mum said as tears whelped in her eyes.
"I love you, too."
"You should get on now…."
"Ok…."
She hugged me tightly, then released. I fastened on the pendant around my neck. I quickly got into the line. In front of me, was a family of four. There was a tall blonde headed boy holding his little sister's hand. She turned around and looked at her mum, then began to cry. He bent down and talked to her gently.
"Come on, Lucy, Everything going to be fine . . . We have to stick together."
They soon got onto the train.
"Tickets please." Said a woman beside me.
I gave her my ticket and she tore the ticket stub off and gave it to me.
"On you go." She said smiling sadly.
I boarded on the train but just before I glanced to look at my mother one last time, but she was no where in site. I sighed and then stepped inside. I went to very, very back of the train and found that the last cabin was empty. I put my things in the little metal basket above the seats. I sat down next to the window and stared out of it. My hand traveled to the pendant which now hung around my neck.
"Daddy……"
A few tears spilled out as the train took off. Tears continued to run as I saw a guy in the reflection of the window, he was facing the eldest sister, but then he turned around and saw me, well at least the back of me. I noticed that he was the same guy that was in front of me, getting on the train. He kind of reminded me of Daddy, for some strange reason…
I started to cry a little more. I heard the door slide open and a sweet voice ring out.
"Um…. Sorry to disturb you…. But may we sit here?"
I turned around and looked at him. The tears traveled down my cheeks yet I blushed for crying in front of someone. The guy gave me a sad but traced sort of expression.
"Y-yes…. Of course…"
I turned back around and just watched the familiar scenery pass by. The reflection in the window showed three more kids come in. The little girl, whose name I had heard, came in first. The eldest brother, which was the guy, helped put her stuff in the basket. After everyone belongings were placed, the guy sat by me and the other three sat across from me.
"If you don't mind my asking…. W-what's the matter?"
"Oh…" I said wiping my tars away with the heel of my hand," Nothing…. Nothing."
There was a bit of awkward silence.
"It seems that someone had died…" Said the youngest boy.
"Ed!" The guy yelled and shot a death glare.
Another uncontrollable wave of tears streamed down my face.
"I got the telegram of my father last night…" I choked out into a whisper.
I slowly turned around and looked at the guy. He looked deep into my eyes and showed great sympathy.
"I-I'm so sorry."
"It's…… it's ok."
His kindness reminded me so much of my father and not to mention there was something awfully familiar about his voice….
"So…" I said wiping the tears from my face," Where are you all from?"
"We're from Finchley." Said the eldest sister.
"And I'm sorry I never introduced us. I'm Peter, these are my little sisters Susan and Lucy….. and this is Edmund."
"Hullo….. nice to meet you…..my name is Rachel Lewis.."
"Say . . . you wouldn't be related to Daniel Lewis . . . would you?" Peter asked.
"Yes . . . he was my father." I said as I blinked the tears back.
"Oh . . . sorry . . ."
"It's alright . . . how did you know him?" I asked.
"Well . . . my father is in the war and he used to talk about Daniel all the time. He was so depressed when . . . he. ." Peter kind of died off when he saw my expression, "Sorry."
Edmund just rolled his eyes and looked out the window. The blinking back didn't work for very long and so tear lightly danced down my face. I breathed in with a sharp whistle. I softly began to cry. I suddenly felt a comforting arm around me. I quickly looked up into Peter's deep blue eyes. He pulled me towards him and soon I was crying into his chest. I somehow feel….. that I have known him all my life. He reminds me of my father…. But is completely different. He gently rubbed my back.
"Shhh…. It's ok." He whispered in my hair, "things will get better…"
I listened to his soft, soothing voice. I'm quite embarrassed about it now, but I fell asleep.
I quickly woke up as the train stopped. I looked around and saw that Peter had successfully extracted himself from my hold.
"You're finally awake."
"What station is this?" I asked as I tried to cover my flushed cheeks.
"Kirke station…. This is our stop."
"Really? Mine too."
"See? I told you things would get better…"
Peter got up and got Lucy and Susan's suitcase. Edmund grabbed his own as Peter turned around and got mine down as I was putting my book back into my bag.
"Thank you." I said smiling at him.
"Oh . . . your welcome." He smiled back.
I picked up my bag, flung it over my shoulders, and then took my suitcase out of Peter's large hands. Edmund, Lucy, and Susan were already gone. I looked out the window and saw them standing on the station.
"Go ahead. " Peter said as he got his suitcase down.
"Thanks." I said as I walked out of the cabin with Peter close behind.
Suddenly the train started to move.
"The train! It's leaving!" Peter said.
He quickly grabbed my wrist without thinking.
"Come on! We have to off here! We gotta make them stop the train!"
"No . . . I've got a better idea."
He still had a tight grip around my small wrist, which is what I needed.
"Ok . . . make sure you have a hold of everything." I said.
"I do."
"Alright."
I blinked Peter and I onto the station. Within an instant of shimmering lights we were with everyone else.
"Whoa! How did you do that!" Lucy asked amazed.
"It's called magic." I said smiling as I tapped her on the nose.