Rated Teen: Just as a guess. We're not sure how much of the true we're actually going to put into text (We may censor some of the language actually spoken, and some of the more off-colour comments may be excluded), so we give it a T as a guesstimate of what may be in store for you, dear reader.

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own Narnia, and nether does my comrade. We also cannot take credit for The Herald or The Times (appearing briefly in our summary). The adventure, however, is ours, and THAT means YOU cannot take it!

This is part two of the introduction. Next chapter is a complete, honest to goodness start of this marvelous tale. Do not fret for Narnia is in the wakening. We must get the forewords in so you may know whom exactly you are dealing with. As said by anonymous, "A story without characters is nothing but a setting"

So please bear with us, for putting such a tale as ours into the hands of the public is not an easy task.

Note: This is a joint account involving Bethany (AKA Ethel) and I. She will be doing the next chapter, which launches everything off. Then I will put in my part. It will continue to go vice-versa until the story is over. Trust me when I tell you that is a long way off from here.

R e n d e r i n g T h e P o w e r f u l

Introduction Part II by One Author (of two)

Believe me when I tell you, I was not one for fairytales. I may have appeared bubbly and giggly and slightly touched in the head, but deep down there was a hard and determined core which switched on the moment I heard the bell. I knew it was no dream. It was all real, every bit of it.

And I'm going to tell you exactly what happened.

But first, you must understand the predicament.

You see, I Lori Madison (Lee) hated who I was. I was the completely unconfident person who simply pretended to be ego-filled and happy with the only few talents I had. I poked fun at others in secret to make myself feel big. I loathed that me. I, who tried to blend in, but wanted to stand out.

The true me was glorious.

I was smarter than I let on. I could read a novel by age 6, and had been buried in them by age 9. I had few faults within my point of view until I moved to the snooty town of Bristol. I found nothing but misery there, and it is when the false Lori Madison began to construct a waxy covering around the real me. At 11, I was completely obscured, and my intelligence on the outside had lowered considerably. Boys became the centre of my being. The things that had been important when I was 9 became dorky. I was going to need a real explosion to free me from my prison cell.

That explosion came in the form of one, Ethel Avery.

She was the true Freak of the school. Friends with all. Talked about by all. She was confident, and talented, and everything I thought I should be. Someone whom I used to be in a sense. It was certainly this that drew me closer to her than any of my falser friends that liked the ditz me best.

Eventually, I wasn't scared to admit that yes, I liked Ethel Avery the genuinely branded Freak. I dropped half of my old friends and formed a new crowd. I liked it better, but somehow, I still wasn't completely me. It seemed I had treaded in dangerous waters for to long. The changes on the outside were permanent. So was my reputation.

Somehow, I managed to care less.

I still picked on people, but I was no longer so harsh, and never so literal. One of my favourite targets was Benjamin Smithers. Looking back of course I realised that how much of an idiot I was. Sure, he wore a few questionable pairs of trousers, and his hairstyle might have touched the ceiling if he had never gotten it cut, but all in all, he was a good person. Still, it's not what I paid much attention to then, and he was the butt of my relentless jokes for almost two years.

He wasn't the only one, though. I even picked on my best friend. Ethel. Although I stopped just short of crossing the line, I still came close, and I probably shouldn't have. No matter what it resulted in. You see, she had one true enemy in the school. A toerag if I ever met one he was too. Alan Benett. Oh, Ethel hated him. Or did she, really... I'm not giving anything away just yet, but I will tell you that I always told her she was going to end up marrying him. Someday, they were going to put aside their differences and realise how right for each other they really were. Someday, I was going to be thanked for my advice on how she should break the ice.

I think it may have been the one thing she really couldn't stand about me.

It was one in many things I couldn't stand about myself.

But like I said, when I heard the bell, everything dispersed in a flash of light and colour.

This is no tale to be taken for granted, my dear readers. I want you to realise that what you're about to take part in was true. Ethel and I really went through these things. Really had such an adventure. This story is only on a site of Fanfiction, for we've decided it would be the best way to break it.

And both the best and the worst part for me was, it was real. Completely real.

And now, we start...

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