Where the Sidewalk Ends
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Chapter Three: Blood Loss and Blurry Vision
Kristen blinked her brown eyes at the horseman infront of her. Narnia? What the hell was Narnia? She sure wasn't in Canada any more.
"Narnia? Where the hell is that?" Kristen asked as the horsemen whispered to each other. The head horseman whispered to his friend and then turned towards Kristen. With a small smile, the horseman bowed down, waiting.
"All that will be explained. But now, we must get to Cair Paravel, the Narnian Palace. Aslan is waiting," the horseman said. The 4 others began to gallop away, leaving Kristen and her bloody nose with the bowing horseman.
"What? I'm not going anywhere with you," Kristen said blatantly as she threw the bloody rag that she had been pressing against her nose to the ground. Grabbing her backpack, she began walking slowly in the direction the horsemen had galloped off in. After a few steps, she succumbed to the pain of the impact she took when she first arrived in Narnia and stumbled to the floor, scrapping her knees on some sharp rocks on the forest floor. Her nose began bleeding again and she stayed on the floor, the rocks digging further into her knees. She tried to get up but couldn't because of the ache and pains she was feeling.
"Let me help you," the horseman said as he slowly walked towards her, helping her get onto his back. She tried to resist, her mother's teachings of never going with strangers filling her mind. But she was in so much pain and needed to get help. And the horseman seemed friendly enough. Finally, she sat on the horseman and he galloped off, Kristen's long brown braid trailing in the wind. Her eyes wandered down and she noticed a long, wide trail of blood down her shirt, her nose still bleeding. Opening up her backpack, she fished out her sweater and held it to her nose, So it'll be even more crooked now then it was before. THAT'S FUDGING PERFECT!, she thought to herself as the horseman hit a clearing. In the distance she saw a vast, large, jaw dropping grey what-looked-like-a-palace expanding over the cliff side. They galloped along the side of a huge, dark lake and as they grew closer to the palace, Kristen's stomach started to twist and turn. What had she gotten into?
"Welcome to Cair Paravel. Follow Mr. Tumnus into the hall and look for the lion, Aslan. He'll explain everything," the horseman said as Kristen dismounted. The palace entrance was littered with people, and turning to look at her. Usually, people looking at her would be odd but because her knees were pouring blood down her legs and her shirt was strained red, she wasn't a very pretty sight to see.
"Ah! Daughter of Eve I presume?" Mr Tumnus, the fawn, asked as the horseman galloped off.
"Say what?" Kristen asked as she removed her sweater off of her nose and then put it in her bag. Her nose was swollen, red, purple and puffy and had been pouring blood for about an hour. She needed a doctor, quick.
Mr. Tumnus laughed a hearty, well met laugh as he took her arm and began to lead her into the palace doors. The palace entrance was elaborate, gorgeous and amazing. Roman columns met with European statues in white marble and the doors were tall, dark oak and elaborately carved as if ivory was sprawling all over it. The man with horse feet, horns and ears (Which Kristen found sort of odd) helped her into the palace where instead of being greeted with a doctor, a shower and a bath, she was faced with thousands of people cheering and waving colourful flags at her. The crowd was deafening and Kristen felt as if she was about to pass out. The loss of blood, pain from the fall, and everyday exhaustion was getting to her head and Mr. Tumnus literally had to drag her towards the head of the hall. She began attentive again as a great, furry lion started towards them. As soon as it had reached them. Mr. Tumnus let go of her arm and bowed, before galloping off towards the front of the hall.
"Welcome Kristen, to Narnia. I am Aslan," the lion spoke to her as they continued towards the end of the hall. Kristen, stared at the lion for a few seconds. Did it just speak to her?
"Did you just speak to me or am I hallucinating?" Kristen asked the lion, not expecting an answer. She was just hallucinating. Of course the lion hadn't talked to her. That's impossible, right?
"Yes, I did. Please, let me introduce you to King Edmund, the Just," the lion said as they stopped at the head of the hall, the crowd silencing and then erupting in cheer for the King. Kristen could barely see the lion beside her, let alone the boy sitting on a throne over 30 paces away. But from what Kristen could make out, he was short, with dark hair and dark eyes. She smiled at him and then waited for the lion to speak again (She still couldn't believe it).
"King Peter, the Magnificent," the lion spoke again. The crowd cheered again and Kristen smiled at the King who was sitting next to the other one. From what Kristen could see he had light hair with either green or blue eyes, but she couldn't tell. The lion nudged her gently to her right and she faced two other people in thrones, both wearing dresses.
"Queen Susan, the Gentle," Aslan said as the crowd cheered again, almost on command. Kristen could see the girl was wearing a long, silvery dress and had medium length brown hair. She waved at Kristen and Kristen waved back, a smile on her face as well. Then, Kristen looked at the shortest one of them all who was wearing a black dress from what she could tell.
"The finally, Queen Lucy, the Valiant," he said as the little girl came over and threw her arms around Kristen, the girls head barely reaching Kristen's chest. Being born from parents that were both at least six feet, Kristen almost hit 5'10, even in her ballet flats. Kristen could see the little girl's face better now and she noticed that the girl's eyes were almost on fire from all the excitement. Queen Lucy had chin length, straight brown hair that had been flicked with gold from sun exposure. She had deep, ocean blue eyes and cute, small teeth that were shown from the huge smile she had on her face. Lucy had wrapped her arms around Kristen's middle and was holding her tightly.
"Welcome!" Lucy said excitedly, her voice childish and excited it. She finally loosened her grasp on Kristen and she turned to Aslan.
"Can I go heal here with my potion? She needs it for her nose and knees. She's rightly banged up mind you," Lucy said, her voice thick with a British accent. Aslan nodded as the crowd cheered again, the 4 kings and queens gathering around her. Just as she felt a steady body grab her arm to help her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she stumbled due to weakness, falling backwards. She heard the thud of her head hitting the hard, cold stone floor and she blacked out, the world spinning around her and finally turning black.
Things were not looking too good for a future Queen of Narnia.
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