Chapter Twelve: Eleven Years Old

Adventuria's POV

"This guy...he was drunk and then he ran a red light and slammed into us."

I purposely missed some details, since the accident and my real name had been all over the news and radio. Maybe Edmund would remember it, then remembering my name.

"I'm sorry about your parents."

I shrugged. "They're in a better place now...but I wonder if they miss me? Or have they forgotten me in Paradise?" I murmured.

"I'm sure they haven't forgotten they're wonderful daughter."

I laughed. "Thanks."

"What about the orphanage though? What do you think of it?"

I snorted in an unladylike way. "Bullies who come up behind you and push you down the stairs, prefects who boss you around, stalkers, teachers who ignore you, kids whining about losing a book. It's chaos back there. Stupid, I hate it so much."

"You make it sound like nothing."

"Nothing? It's much more than nothing Edmund Pevensie." I sighed. If only I could really ignore life back in England as if it were nothing.

"I like this you better." Edmund said rather awkwardly.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I like this you better. The one in front of me. Not the quiet girl who seems too perfect to be real."

What the heck did Edmund just say!

"I have a feeling she would be much less interesting than the girl in front of me."

I frowned. This talk with Edmund...I felt more casual, relaxed, and I'd obviously lost the usual 'matureness' and 'composure' that I usually had. Was he right? Not so long ago, I'd pondered the question on which was the real me...and which one was more like able.

"Adventuria?"

"What?" I snapped. I didn't like people interrupting when I was thinking.

"You're not angry?"

"Why should I be?"

He didn't respond.

"I'm just telling the truth, Adventuria."

"I accept the truth."

"You sound angry."

"I'm not. You've just given the answer to the question I've been thinking about for a long time."

Edmund and I had talked for a long time that night.

Edmund yawned, and I couldn't helpl stifling one myself.

"I wish I had magical powers like you."

I couldn't help but snort. Edmund wasn't the first to ask this question, though I hadn't responded to any of the others.

"Be careful for what you wish for."

"Name three negative reasons about magic then."

Please tell me the future king of Narnia wasn't this stupid!

"Number One," I started slowly, before letting myself lie down beside Edmund and tucking my hands behind my head.

"Number One, with great power comes great responsibility. Magic's a dangerous thing, Ed, and something you don't want to mess around with. Number Two, I only got these powers to kill the White Witch. She's got powers and you know, bang, your dead."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edmund frown. "What about Aslan? He created Narnia, so he should have powers too."

Edmund was right, and I was stumped. Aslan had created Narnia, brought me and the Pevensies here, so why couldn't he get rid of Jadis himself? Surely he was more powerful than her. Was he?

"Whatever...Number Three, people see you differently. You're not normal."

"Hear hear."

"What did you say?" I barked.

"I already said it, and I don't need to say it again."

He sure had guts, even if he didn't have brains.

"You are so stupid."

"Am not."

"Am too! You always think you're right!"

"And you always think you're the best. I hate just how stiff you are! You don't seem human! At least not before tonight!"

What the freakin' hell was he talking about? I fought to suppress my anger and surprise.

"What in the name of Aslan do you mean?"

"Remember how I said that it'd be more interesting to talk to the real you? Well, that's because this warrior you, you don't seem real. You're eleven, so act like it."

I stared, dumbfounded.

"Good night, Edmund."

I stood up, walking away from him to my tent. I was a fair distance away already by the time he got up.

"Adventuria, wait!"

I continued to walk, pondering what Edmund had said.

"Adventuria!"

I spun around, only a few metres away from my tent entrance.

"What?" I asked rudely.

"I'm just telling you the truth, you know. Besides, I thought you said you weren't angry with me?"

I nodded, keeping my face neutral. I knew what he meant. I'd lost myself in Narnia...bringing me back to the question of which was the real me. But what was obvious was this was not. The quiet girl who didn't say anything was not me. I was a girl whose parents had died in a car crash. Nothing could change that.

"I know, Edmund, and that's why I have to think."

As I lifted my tent flap, I heard Edmund mutter goodnight.

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I stared at the fabric which made the roof of my tent.

You're eleven, so act like it!

Edmund was right, maybe I should.

I knew I had lost myself in Narnia, but before, I'd liked this girl better. The one that was the Warrior of Narnia. Somebody whom people looked up to. But now I was doubting.

A loud horn erupted through the stillness of Aslan's Camp. It was dawn, and time to wake up.

I sighed slipping on my mask that I had decided to change black with my magic. I picked out black leggings and a black tunic before tying my hair into a ponytail and picking up my sword.

It was time to train, and I wasn't going to hold anything back. At least, not the part that was still the eleven year old girl.

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