(REVISED VERSION)

I will take some time to revise each of the chapters I've written so far and once I'm done (which I hope doesn't take too long) I will continue the story :)

Thank you so much guys for the ones who are still sticking up with this story :) I really appreciate it.

This chapter is around 1, 570 words long (goal accomplished once more...)

IMPORTANT!- The small lines written in italics are simply thoughts but there's a part which is all written in italics: that's Bridget's dream, ok?

Enjoy :)

Chapter III

"When the horn is blown"

She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at all that night. Bridget felt too troubled to be able to rest; too many ideas and so many thoughts were making their way through her mind. They kept her constantly thinking or wondering about so many things that Bridget wasn't feeling a tad of sleepiness or tiredness.

She was constantly closing her eyes trying to make her believe she actually wanted to sleep but deep inside her the only thing that was certain for her was the fact that she wanted answers. She wanted the truth. She wanted to know what was real and what wasn't.

One question was prowling all the time within her mind:

I don't believe in Narnia because I know it isn't real or because I don't want to think it really exists?

Maybe after all Narnia was there on the other side of the wardrobe…

No! She thought straight away. I know there isn't such a world as Narnia! I know it!

Well, after all if Narnia existed or not, Bridget would never accept it because of her pride. When she thought she knew something, most certainly she was right about it…

Thank God Bridget had no school the next day because she had had a lousy night's rest. She couldn't tell for sure, but she had probably slept around four hours only and a terrible headache was the consequence of her lack of sleep.

She immediately told her mother as she woke up how bad she was feeling and her always loving mother told her to stay in bed while she fetched her a nice cup of warm tea.

Susan came back after a few minutes with a cup filled with mix of chamomile, mint and rosemary tea to soothe her daughter's ache.

"You didn't sleep at all, didn you?" Susan more affirmed than asked while Bee was taking the first sip of her tea.

"How do you know?"

"Well, I can tell for those huge dark circles under your eyes, dear"

True. They really must have been huge…

"But I know it is because of all that I've told you about Narnia, me being a queen, Aslan, the horn…" Susan continued. "I couldn't sleep well either after Lucy told us she had been in this wonderful world in a wardrobe" she almost laughed when she said that, remembering her reaction to her little sister's words "But then, when she told us Ed had been there as well, and he denied it and then Professor Kirk saying Lucy was right… That kept me awake the whole night. Just as it happened to you"

"But, mom… I can't believe Narnia is real" Bridget said barely in a whisper.

"Bee, but you can believe me. It is. It is as real as this world we're living in"

Susan was really making an effort in making her daughter believe. But why? Bridget didn't really understand why her mother was trying so hard. After all Narnia was kind of an alternate universe… It was not like she could go there anyway. So why believe in a place she would never see?

"Mom, I just wish you would stop trying to make me think Narnia is real! For me it isn't real and it will never be! No matter how hard you try you won't fool me as you're fooling Alice and Caroline… So please, just stop it"

Bridget could see her mother was really hurt with those words that had gone trough her as sharp knives.

Maybe Bee was right. Maybe she should stop trying to make her oldest daughter accept as true her most cherished belief. After all, that was exactly what Narnia was for her. It was everything she believed in… but apparently that was only for her to believe.

"Just do something for me, Bee" she started looking straight into her daughter's blue eyes very seriously. "I want you to keep this for me"

Susan took out her horn from her jacket's side pocket and placed it front of Bridget.

"But mom…"

"Don't" Susan interrupted. "Just keep it, please"

Those were Susan's final words after she left Bridget's room, keeping the girl looking intently at the gorgeous ivory object almost even afraid to touch it again, for she at last began to feel some of the power irradiated by the magical horn.

One week had passed since the last time Susan spoke of Narnia to Bridget and since the horn passed to be Bee's possession, even if she really didn't want to have it. But for her mother's sake she kept it inside a drawer in her room.

Things were pretty much as they used to be before all this Narnia argument with her mother. Susan stopped pushing her daughter, Bee kept ignoring her sisters' comments about the new story her mother told them at nights before going to sleep and Bridget could sleep peacefully once again. The only problem was that on some occasions she would have some dreams related to the horn or this huge talking lion, Aslan, as her mother called him.

The curios thing about those dreams was that even if she didn't remembered them entirely, the one thing she remembered perfectly was that she always was blowing the ivory horn her mother gave her. And she had no idea why…

A few days later, Bridget was laying on her bed, sleeping and dreaming when she started having that dream about the horn.

Bridget was walking in the middle of a forest when she saw a gigantic lion, with such a majestic golden mane and piercing honey eyes looking straight into her own blue ones.

Neither of them spoke, but then the lion looked to ground beneath Bridget's feet and then looked back at her. He was trying to tell her something, she knew it.

Bridget then did the same, looking at the ground beneath her and saw her mother's horn laying next to her feet.

She picked the horn up, for she thought that was what the lion wanted her to do and without knowing why, she brought the horn to her lips and slowly blew it.

Everything became a dark blur around her and she disappeared…

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around to see where she was in because she was pretty much confused after such a strange dream.

Why is this happening to me? She thought.

She closed her eyes once again trying to sleep again but after a few minutes of rolling in her bed, closing and opening her eyes all the time she gave up. She knew for that night she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Such a shame, since she had been having a good night's rest for the past few days…

Bee got up from bed and started pacing inside her room, trying to think about anything to drive away her "Narnian" thoughts away.

She passed before the drawer where she was keeping Susan's horn and stopped, looking inquisitively at it. Maybe, just maybe… if she did what she was seeing in her dream she would stop having it.

It was a pretty stupid idea, she thought straight away, but she wouldn't loose anything by trying, right?

She walked slowly towards the drawer and carefully opened it, looking inside it to look for this particular white object she was looking for. She moved a few things inside the drawer until she found the horn and took it out.

It glowed dimly because of the moon's light coming from outside Bridget's window and it was the first time Bee could actually contemplate how amazingly beautiful it really was.

God, my mother is going to kill me for blowing a horn in the middle of the night…

But for an inexplicable reason Bridget knew she had to do it. It felt right to blow it even if there was no good reason at all to do it at that late hour.

As she always did in her dream, she brought the horn to her lips… and she blew it.

It wasn't as noisy as she thought it would be but after the sound came out of the ivory object everything became really confusing for Bridget Pevensie. She felt as she was spinning so fast she began to feel really sick and dizzy. Everything was turning around her and all she could see was blurry. Bridget couldn't even feel the ground under her bare feet. Then she felt she crashed against something hard.

Her head was aching so badly and all her body felt really sore. She opened one eye and she could spot the sun right over her and some fluffy clouds as well.

What? Why is daytime?...

She was lying on her back and she slowly rolled to one side and placed both her hands on the ground to be able to stand up. It took her some time to do it and when she finally managed to do it she was stumbling.

Bridget looked around her in confusion not really getting where she was until she understood she was in the middle of a forest, wearing her pajamas and her mother's horn was lying on the ground very near her.

Oh my God, what is this place?

Bridget took the horn from the ground and blew it again. This time nothing happened. She was still standing on the very same spot, nothing around her moved and even though the horn sounded loud and clear absolutely nothing happened.

A wave of realization came to her, her eyes opening widely and with fright she understood perfectly where she was and apparently she couldn't go back home.

Did this chapter sucked badly? I personaly think this is not the best chapter so far but I think it is also because this is not the most interesting part of the story... But Bee is in Narnia now so this is when the story gets better and more exciting (I hope).

Besides in the next chapter my other main character makes his entrance!

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