Well, here's the second chapter. The describing of the characters here are from the Disney movie, since C. S. Lewis doesn't really tell you how the Pevensies looked like. Again, tell me what you think… :)

~CampHB

~Chapter 2: Into Narnia~

Soft grass padded the steps of my feet. I ran my hands over the firm bark of the trees, bending down to examine tiny yellow flowers budding from the ground. There was a small creek nearby with clear, sparkling water. I kneeled down and scooped up some of the cool liquid. It tasted sweeter than anything I'd ever drank.

My stomach growled for attention. The hot dog from this morning apparently didn't satisfy my hunger. I gingerly plucked a fresh apple from a tree branch and bit into it. The apple was crisp and sweet, the juices bursting in my mouth. The fruit crunched as I chewed.

I ate about three more apples after that and stuffed a few more into my pack just in case there was no other food. Then I traced my steps back to where the door had been. There was no entry place.

Oh no. Please don't let me be stuck here.

I circled around the woods, trying to find the access from this place back to the bathroom in the shop. There was no trace that it'd ever existed. I sank to my knees, defeated.

It's not so bad, I quietly admitted. I guess staying here is better than staying in New York or Virginia.

It was about noon when I finally decided to take matters in my own hands. I set off in a random direction, hoping to explore this new place and find out what lived here.

When it began to turn dark, I took out a stolen LED flashlight from my battered bag. It was man-powered, and I cranked the handle before a glaring white light shone from it.

I swept the light around my surroundings. The trees were dark and shadowed. An owl hooted in the distance. I shivered. There wasn't much to explore about this area, except for the trees. The woodland was filled with life, I could tell, but it seemed like I was trespassing when I went somewhere. It was like I had come a second too soon or a second too late.

Quietly, I gathered some dry branches and twigs and piled them together. A few lighter was used to catch a twig on fire to try and start a fire to warm myself in the rising cold. The small flame finally started to spread to the larger branches, heat radiating out. When the small inferno became a bonfire, I added a few more sticks to the crackling blaze.

Apples were my meal again. I began to grow tired of the eating the same food over and over, but I shook the thought away. The problem with food was that if you kept on eating it, your body demanded more. It was still better to eat something when you had it, though, because when you're a fugitive, you don't know when the next time you can eat something else is.

After dinner, I tucked my pack underneath my head as a pillow. There was almost nothing inside it except for a thin blanket, my last set of clothes, a few dollars, and the ring. I took out the blanket and the ring. The diamond sparkled in the light. I fingered it before slipping it into my pocket. Then I lay down and drifted into sleep.

I woke up as soon as the sun's rays hit the ground. The earth was hard and bumpy. I was soaked with wet dew. The last embers of the fire had died out as I was sleeping, and all that was left was warm ash.

The gray ash was scattered into the wind. I dragged the charred remains of the wood away from the campfire, and sprinkled dirt on the pit.

A few more apples were my breakfast. After the morning meal, I set out to reach the edge of the forest. I had no idea where I was, but I was sure I would find out soon enough. After all, there had to be someone living here…right?

Around noon, I stopped to rest. Again, apples were drawn out. I was about to take a bite out of one when something flew out of nowhere and cut through it. I looked at my empty hand, then at the object that had sliced the fruit in half perfectly. A long arrow had pierced through. Another arrow lodged itself into the tree behind me.

I jumped up and grabbed my bag, scanning the area.

"Who's there?" I called.

Could be the police. Nah. Since when do police use arrows? They use guns.

No answer.

"Who are you?"

Someone crunched over a twig. I slowly started to back up, going back the way I'd come from.

"Come on out," I said. My heart beat faster.

An arm reached out and grabbed me from behind. My backpack fell to the ground as I tried to defend myself. I struggled, punching the person in the shoulder. They cursed and slammed me into a tree, putting something cold and pointed at my throat.

Sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to write more, even if I don't have a lot of time. :)

~CampHB