The sun blazed through the billowing curtain and falling on my bed; effectively waking me up. I woke up, my blurry eyes restricting my view. Sitting up in bed, I realised I had no clue where I was. It seemed to be a room. It had an ornate 4 poster bed and a large window. It also had an adjoining room, probably leading towards the bathroom. My clothes had also changed. I went from my grubby jeans and hoodie to a beautiful red gown. It was soft and made of satin. "Ahem", I heard from the door. There stood the man, leaning against the door, with his arms and ankles crossed. "Can I come in?" asked the velvet voice. I felt as though it was all a dream, as if this place was not real, as if this man was not real. I nodded, unfortunately unable to speak, as I knew if I did I would have a rather large case of verbal diarrhoea.
He came and sat on my bed, as I was propped up upon pillows. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Much better," I replied, finally having the courage to speak. I was too afraid to look him in the eyes, as I knew I would get lost in them and might not return. His hand crept up and slowly lifted my face for my eyes to meet his. The electricity that shot through us was heavily evident. The spark made my body shoot to life, as if nothing had happened to me. It was as though he had the fuel that was needed for the spark to be lit. I dared to look in his eyes. They were filled with care and love? "The colours back in your cheeks", he said and brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek, barely touching them but igniting the fire.
"Who are you?" I questioned, not caring about the forwardness of my words, but spurred on by my curiosity.
"I'm High King Peter of Narnia. You are probably wondering where Narnia is and how is that you have never heard of it." He answered. "I guess I had better explain. It all started in Professor Digory's spare bedroom." He began. "And that's when I became High King Peter." He ended after a full 1 and a half hour. By this time we both were lying side by side and staring at the ceiling. We were so close that if I flexed my arm we would be touching. I slowly looked to my right so I could look at him. "You still haven't answered my question, why am I here?" I asked.
"Well", he started, "Aslan said that a new evil is rising and he was going to bring someone in to help us." He looked into my eyes and said "it's you, Erin. You're going to have to help us."
"But that still doesn't explain the dreams..." I said, hoping he would understand.
"What dreams?"
"You know the ones where we, erm, you, well..."
"I am sorry Erin, I don't know what you're talking about"
"Oh crap, I am going to need to talk to this Aslan bloke of yours,"
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