To all the future readers of this story, I really hope that it takes you on the adventure of Narnia in a new, special and exciting way. I have really worked hard on this story ever since I watched the film, which was FANTASTIC, by the way. I hope you enjoy my story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Please take time to Review, as your comments will be well-received.
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, Aslan, Peter Pevensie (though I wish I did), his siblings, or the movie and books. Only my own character and my own plot is my creation.
Prologue
Wrong
will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his
roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter
meets its death
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring
again.
Some journeys take us far from home…
Some adventures lead us to our destiny.
A prophecy was made long ago…
When
Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,
The
evil time will be over and done.
Two sons of Adam, and Two daughters of Eve will appear…
They
will defeat the White Witch; bring an end to the hundred-year winter,
and
restore peace to Narnia.
But
one, a daughter of Eve, shall come before the four, and will be
skilled
in
the ways of combat…
For this one will aid the four in the destruction of the White Witch, bringing peace to Narnia…
This
one shall be bound to protect the High King and his siblings, and is
destined
to
lead the armies of Narnia against its foes.
And
through immeasurable adversity, this one soon shall reign with
the
High King she once served and protected.
This is that story…
White…
That was all that could be seen, a never-ending expanse of snow and ice. Nobody was certain how long the land of Narnia had been covered with the blanket of white, though the older, wiser creatures reckoned that it was nearing a hundred years.
A hundred years…
To the lone figure crouching at the edge of the valley in the deep snow, dressed entirely in light grey, with a thick cloak in the same shade wrapped around it's shoulders, it felt as though the land of Narnia had only been around that long. There was no denying that, occasionally, the snow that covered every inch of Narnia looked almost beautiful, if it weren't for the biting, icy wind that blew constantly and furiously.
Amongst the deep, freezing snow in the north, a giant, foreboding castle made entirely of ice stood in a barren, frosty valley. The lofty, ice towers looked like glistening, upright, jagged knives that appeared to touch the sky, but were dwarfed by the great mountain's twin imposing summits that created the harsh valley that the glacial, wintry castle was set in.
Under the hood of the moist, snow-covered cloak, a pair of warm, dark-brown eyes surveyed the glacial castle. Nothing that moved in the windswept valley, though not many things moved near the castle of the White Witch, escaped the brown eyes that never wavered, the warm eyes that always remained watchful and alert.
The appearance of a human, a young boy, heading towards the castle caught the figure's attention, who was crouching beside some shrubbery on a slight rock face. Watching closely as the young boy strode toward the castle with disconcerting purpose, the figure became troubled. Either the young boy was unaware of what the castle contained, or he knew exactly who lived there, and that was cause for grave concern.
The arrival of an animal and another three humans dressed in fur coats at the entrance to the barren valley made the figure's focus shift from the young boy towards them. Squinting its brown eyes, the crouching figure studied each of the odd quartet one after another.
The first was a native creature, which the figure recognized to be one of the beavers that lived on the small lake at the edge of the western woods, near the Allies' enclave. The second was a young, petite girl with short, light brown hair and about 8 summers old. The third was also a girl, though considerably older than the small girl, with brown hair, medium in height and looked around 13 summers.
However, it was the final member of the quartet that held the figure's intense brown eyes the longest.
Tall and sturdy, the lad looked as though he was well into his teenage years, probably around 15 summers old. His hair was a rich blonde, almost the colour of the flaxen vegetation that grew near the borders of Owlwood forest. His eyes were a cloudy grey, like the clouds that permanently covered the skies of Narnia and continued to bring the endless snow.
The figure's eyes were torn from the teenage lad when the sound of the castle's immense doors beginning to close reached its ears. Watching with troubled eyes, the figure gazed at the doors as they slowly creaked shut.
The brown eyes of the figure returned to the quartet when the teenage lad began to run forward, before being stopped by the small beaver. The teenage lad and the two young girls watched helplessly as the icy doors finally shut, sealing their companion inside.
The quartet stood still for seconds, though it seemed like minutes to the figure, before they finally turned and left, heading south, undoubtedly to the beaver's home. The figure returned its gaze to the impenetrable ice castle, closing its eyes for a brief moment. But the image of a teenager with blonde hair and cloudy grey eyes remained imprinted on the back of the figure's mind.
AN: Only the Prologue will be up until I get at least 10 chapters done. I've finished 3 so far, but am continuing to write with inspiration.
