A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first story of Narnia. I had this story in my head and I couldn't help but type it as soon as I got the idea and I thought 'why not publish it?', so.. I don't expect so much reviews on here. But, giving responds and give some advice or critics would mean a lot.
AND, this is my story about Narnia. I don't care if in the book the character 'Edmund' for example is blonde. In this story I want it just like Skandar's in the movies. I don't care if my story is dramatic, or maybe not even close to how the novel describes the Narnia itself. It's a fanfiction you know, explore YOUR imagination and SHARE IT.
Just read it, you know. Let's explore my imagination, shall we? Sorry for the wrong english and stuff btw. HUAHAHAHAHA -_-
CHAPTER 1
Summer really is amazing when you can feel it until your bones. You can feel the wind rushing in your veins. People love summer so much, including me. Why? Because here is the thing I know about summer: happiness.
Summer brings happiness to the people who are waiting for it. People love the scent, people love the bright sun, the blue sky, and the warm breeze that flies pass through them.
Like my sister Kate, for example. She loves to play with her friends in summer. They can freely play with anything around them in a case where it's still safe. They love to play in the woods, just to climb the trees, playing with their wooden swords, pick some blueberries along the way or even go for a camp. She's still twelve, yet has an armored soul. Like a gentlemen.
For me. I love to hunt.
I live in an amazing country, full of magic inside it. And you know what? I've never felt the magic. Of course you could see talking animals in here, such as fauns, centaurs, beavers, mouses, and so much more. I have a few friends that are Narnian creatures. I have to admit they are all fine. They are all nice and most of the times, they helped me got through my difficultness in the pass.
But what I meant by that is that, I've never felt the magic for myself. For my life. For my happiness. To bright up my dull days.
I have a friend named Aden. He is a male faun lived not far away from my house. He helped me so many times until I couldn't even count it with my own fingers. He helped me when my father passed away a couple of years ago. We broke ever since and he was the one who lent my family some money to survive in this cruel world. And with those money my mother decided to open up a bakery. Ever since then I just didn't treat him as my best friend but also as my father. Second amazing father.
I've always had problems with my mother. She is such beautiful lady, yet her expectations didn't have boundaries. Sure she is not a kind of mother that would willingly find another opposite sex and get all his money for herself. But instead she is a kind of mother that acts like she doesn't care about what her daughters are up to. She spends her times making some cakes or breads for people's orders, but before that, she used to sit on her rocking chair for hours with her eyes stare at nothing but the house floor and day dreaming that she was a lady she once used to be. That her life was not as miserable as now.
We are not that poor, you know. But we are practically just don't want to spend so much money at useless stuff that eventually will be thrown. Sure there were days where we didn't eat much so I went to hunt, but those days were long gone.
Our money comes from the bakery my mom is running, and animals that I got from hunting. And it's not talking animals that I love to hunt. If it is, the Narnians could have killed me.
I'd sell it in the market or just ask a few of my friends to help me to sell it if I didn't have time and have to help my mom in the bakery.
Speaking about hunting, there are two reasonable reasons why I love to hunt. First, because I had to when my mom hadn't opened up a bakery, so my family and I could have a decent meals.
Second, because it's my passion.
When my father was alive, he often dragged me to the woods whether I like it or not to show me that life was not as heaven as it seems. He told me that hunting could get through you with depression. It turns it into passion. Passion to catch something. Passion to get something. And that's all I need from now on.
I love to hunt with bows and arrows. My mother used to yell at my father and I for going to the woods too often just to hunt and she said I'm a girl and I shouldn't have done such things and because it was a dangerous stuff to do for a girl. I needed to fix my mannerism, that was all I was told as a young girl.
So, when I was twelve, I made my own bows and arrows. My father helped me that time. It started with a simple bow and arrow that we first made. I thanked him a lot for helping me. I ran back home bringing it along the way. I held it tight in my hands because I was afraid that it would break. Or afraid that someone, or even something would steal it away from me. But when I got home, my mother found out and burnt it. I cried like a baby.
But I made a new one.
This time, it was very simple.
And I didn't mine as long as it works.
I went to the woods at midday. I gathered some branches that I found. I used those techniques that my father showed me when we made my first bow and arrow. It turned out way out of my expectation.
I didn't bring it home though. And I didn't tell my father that I made a new one. I hid it under a large tree that fell on the ground and surrounded by scrub brush. And the tree itself seemed to be difficult to be moved because of it's large size. So my bow and arrows were safe there.
It was years ago. When my father was alive. When my mom would always yell at me for being almost not like a lady and I would cry for that. I would hate her attention at me because her attention bothered me so much. Now I realised I needed that attention, even my little sister. She needed it the most. Sometimes I hate how motionless and careless my mother could be at times.
But she's not mean. She's just… motionless.
Now if I want to go to hunt my mom would just sit silent on her rocking chair, and just do some stuff. Or just busy in the bakery if she has some orders.
She wouldn't even bother to say a word to me, let alone tell me not to go to hunt like she used to.
Now I can do whatever I want. Go hunting as my hobby whenever I want. It's freedom you can say.
I was staring up at the blue sky on a summer day. My mind was everywhere by then and I didn't realise my sister's presence. She sat next to where I laid.
"The grass look fresh." she said happily. Although I didn't see her face when she said that as I looked up, I knew she was smiling.
"It's summer. Everything look fresh in summer." I replied.
"You love summer so much."
"Yeah, I know. Weird isn't it?" I giggled.
"Not really. Everyone loves summer Ev, it's not an unusual thing."
"Yeah, but I get really crazy when it finally comes. It feels like my adrenaline rushing through my veins when I wake up in the morning and realise I wake up on a summer day."
"Like hunting?"
"Yes. Like hunting." I sat up as I said this and looked at my little sister. She was young, beautiful, and has a really different personality as I am. She's a soft person and really patient. Meanwhile I'm a harsh and rude person. People like to compare us as siblings. Saying how different I am with my sister. But they love us.
People said they love my sister's hair. Brown, shiny, and long. Whereas me, also brown but it looks not taken care of. It's not shiny like my sister's, but mine is wavy. That's the only thing I like from my hair.
And my sister has blue eyes, thoroughly. But mine is... I don't know. If I personally see my own eyes, it's blue but it's green around it. It changes colors, depends on what I'm wearing or the lighting around me.
Weird? I know.
"Don't you want to go hunting today? I see you have been sitting here since morning. You didn't even eat your breakfast. Mom was looking for you."
"Mom? Looking for me?" I replied with my eyebrow raised. It's an unusual thing that mother is looking for me. Maybe she needed something from me.
"Yes. She asked me where you are and I told her I don't know. I thought you were in Aden's so I went there but I didn't find you."
"So you went here. Ah, I see." I replied with a laugh.
"Of course. You like this place. You go here almost every day."
"Because this place is almost as peaceful as the woods. And besides, it's close to the market over there so if I need something, I'll just walk for a little."
"Speaking about that, did you bring some money when you got here?"
"Yeah, some. Why?"
"I'm hungry. Let's buy some breads." I couldn't help but burst out laughing when Kate said that. I didn't know what's funny in it, but the way she said that maybe was actually why I laughed.
"Why did laugh?" Kate asked in a confusion look.
"Come on." I said to her as I stood up and shook my head in disbelief of her childish mannerism.
"Where are you going?" Kate screamed as I walked away from her and stood up afterwards.
"Hunting!" I screamed from our distance and smiled.
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The smell of fragrant breezes of the woods wafted directly into my nostril. I looked around and the voice in my heart resonates. The voice kept saying wonderful words about how amazing this woods. How peaceful and quiet it is. And I was always hoping that it would always be like this until my last breath in this world.
"Actually what are we doing here? Go on in wandering this woods until my feet hurt badly because of all these stupid branches?" Kate complained a moment later. I was walking in front of her eagerly responded, "Any minute now we'll get there. Could you keep it down for a moment? "
"To where? If you mean get to the woods, we've been already here for what? An hour? Come on Ev!"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Do you want to hunt or not?"
"Of course I want to. But I'm already tired of having to continue this walk."
"It's almost there. I promise."
Kate sighed and nodded her head. We continued our walk and a few minutes later I could see where I hid my bow and arrows. "That's the tree." I told her calmly and then walked there to grab my things.
"You are stupid." Kate said in motionless.
"Why so?" I replied while taking out my things from under the tree.
"Because you are not good at hiding things. Sure enough if I were you, I'd hide it in a cave, or something like that. Up on a tree. Not under the tree. Someone could have found it."
My heart could have pumped a little bit faster if I were like normal girls. Screaming out loud until the birds around come out and fly up from where they perch. Crying my eyes out until you can hear my loudly sob.
But I didn't.
"Someone has already found it." I said as I turned around to lock eyes with my sister's.
