A/N: Hola! everybody. Sorry, didn't update lately, I was busy with my school drama, our teacher insisted we do "As you like it" this year, and guess what I'm going to play Celia, I'm really excited about it . Anyway, I'd like to thank my reviewers and Courtney104DeNoir for reading it and also the readers who added my story to their alerts and favourites , it really means a lot.
A carriage rolled along the gravel drive emitting a squeaky noise as the wheels paced gently, and came to a halt in front of one of the largest manors of Ettinsmoor.
Edmund lifted the curtains of the carriage to see the enormous manor. It was huge and beautiful but looked ancient. It had a beautiful garden in the front filled with various flowers, and the walls of the manor were probably made of some kind stone that has lost its usual colour and looked somewhat faded.
Edmund turned around "Are you sure it is the manor we are looking for. There are a lot of manors in this area, you know"
The boy named Raven nodded to the affirmative "Yes, I'm sure. Lord Edmund."
"Okay then. Now all we need is a plan to get the girl out of this manor." He smiled and turned back to the manor, his eyes searching frantically for anything that will help them to emerge victorious in their quest.
While searching, his eyes suddenly fell on a little letter box near the manor's door and instantly an idea hit him like a thunder bolt.
He turned to his mate with a smug grin and said "I... I've got it, Raven, I have an idea. Now listen to me carefully, cause I'm going to say this for the first and last time".
With this, he voiced his whole plan to Raven. After listening to the whole plan the boy frowned "My lord, don't you think we'll be in a great trouble if we get caught."
"As long as we play our own roles precisely…we won't get caught. And to do this I need your help. Bring me all the details about her that you can".
Very far away from Narnia in the land of Ettinsmoor lived Lucy, a girl who united some of the best blessings of existence. She led a very carefree and happy life.
Lucy was well known for her kindness and almost everyone in Ettinsmoor loved the lass dearly. Despite of living in Ettinsmoor, she was a blood Narnian and her faith in Aslan was much more firm than the real inhabitants of Narnia.
However that happiness refused to last longer in her life and misfortune downed on her, engulfing everything in a dark sad veil. At the age of eight she lost her beloved mother.
It was her mother's loss which brought her grief and turned the blessings of her life into a sorrowful curse.
After that painful incidence, she became quieter than ever. She would often sit on her mother's old chair, lost in mournful thought.
Unable to see her in such a state her father suggested her to come and live with him in Telmar, thinking that maybe a little change of air, might do some good to her.
But Lucy didn't like the idea of going to Telmar and from then on till now she lived alone in their old manor with the servants who were quiet fond of her.
Even though Lucy's mother had died too long ago for her to remember more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses, her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as a governess, Elisabeth, a person who had fallen little short of a mother in affection.
She was almost like a second mother figure to her, and there were times when Lucy got tired of her incessant motherly nagging.
Elisabeth was a woman who possessed thousands of superstitious beliefs and magical tales. As a child Lucy listened to these tales of enchanted lands, grotesque monsters, handsome princes, evil stepmothers and witches with wide-eyes.
She desperately waited for Elisabeth to open her box of stories and tell them to her.
This was something that Elisabeth had told her when once she had out of curiosity asked from where these stories came from, to which her governess had winked and said that she had a box made out of finest gold and silver which contained more than a thousand of such stories.
Those words are still vividly engraved in her mind and to be honest, often she had invaded and explored Elisabeth's room in search of that magic box , but never succeeded in finding it until the day she was big enough to realize that no such box existed.
Many years have passed since those days and consequently that little girl has grown up a lot. She was no longer the child who believed in anything that was told to her; rather she was now a young girl with delicate curves, full lips, a well defined waist and actual breasts. She had grown into a pretty little thing and inherited her mother's brilliant blue eyes. Her once small cropped hairs now fell up to her waist in beautiful curls.
It was one of those beautiful mornings in Ettinsmoor and Lucy was sitting near the french window in her mother's chair staring blankly at the lawn in front of her. A fat white cat was sitting at her foot obediently, hoping Lucy would pick it up on her lap.
Today was her birthday, and despite the beautiful weather, it felt like a black morning to her. It was a day when she felt the need of her mother distinctly. The emptiness of the blank space that she carried in her heart increased. And so, like every birthday she sat here, trying and failing to not think of her mother; completely unaware of the adventure that was going to befall.
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