This is my very very very first fanfic ever! I hope you enjoy. And review!
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue. I do own the books.
Warning: My friends call me Ms. Fluffikins. You have been forewarned.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
How long have we been riding?
The eerie greenish lights stretch behind and in front for what seems like miles. Up ahead, Scrubb and the Prince ride on Coalback, while Puddleglum and I ride upon the gorgeous horse of the witch, Snowflake. Puddleglum, of course, is muttering something about starving or drowning in this hole.
I cannot help but to agree with him.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
The lights continue, and my mind wanders. Back, far back to when we first arrived in Narnia. Once again, the horrible picture of Scrubb falling off the cliff plays in my head. And it was my fault! My fault he fell! He had been trying to save me! Oh, how dreadful... if the Lion had not been there...
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
It was my fault, too, that we muffed the signs. I left off saying them far before the witch mentioned Harfang. Thank Aslan we released the Prince! We'd have been dead, for sure, had we not.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
Scrubb really is a good kid. I... have become... quite fond of him. However, I have been acting ratty, so he probably hates me, but he's a brick and won't admit it. He was so brave when the witch turned into a serpent- he helped slay her.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
The Prince just knocked his head on the ceiling. Now we are leading the horses.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
Now here we are, walking, to Aslan-knows-what country. Might it be Narnia? I doubt so. The witch daren't take such a fine and well-protected land. Just think- we saving Narnia? That's a laugh.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
Augh! The lights- they went out! I hear Coalblack stopping in front of us. We discuss what to do, and Puddleglum suggests moving on. First, though, I hear someone walk back to me. It's Scrubb.
"Jill, are you alright?" he whispers. I start- it is only the second time he has ever used my first name.
"Yes. And you?"
"Fine. You sure?"
"Yes. Eustace?"
"Yes, Jill?"
"Thanks for everything. I... You're a brick."
I can hear him smile wide in the dark. He tries to say something, then stops. He grabs my hand, squeezes it tight, and runs back to the horse. I smile, too.
Clip, clop, clip, clop.