CHAPTER 3

When Clare stepped outside with Aslan and the Pevensie children, she noticed a whole entire crowd gather before her. The crowd, consisting of all diverse characters from the World of Literature, were all eager to see someone from the real world helping out to retake their beloved literature world. That very moment was when Aslan made an announcement.

"World of Literature inhabitants," Aslan spoke, "Hear and me well. Hearken to me, that is, by my very own words! We will take back our world from the White Witch Jadis. We will work as one huge team step by step to rebuild our world." He then turned the words over to Clare.

"Um…hey there…" Clare said nervously.
"Go on, Clare." whispered Aslan. "There is no need to be nervous." Clare nodded, and stepped forth, holding her head up high.

"So you're going to hold your head up high for us, saying that you are going to save our world?" asked the SeaWing Dragon Princess Tsunami.

"Yes, I am." said Clare.

"She has saved the World of Asian Culture, she will definitely save the World of Literature." said Aslan.

"Indeed, I will." Clare remarked. "I stand tall, facing it all, and I will defeat Jadis, the White Witch."

"And who dares to say my name?!" asked the White Witch Jadis as her voice was heard in a far off distance.

"Oh, dear lord…" said Moonwatcher.

"What do you want now?" asked Aslan. "We are trying to rid this wicked curse of yours."

"Enough, Aslan." said Katherine Pierce. "One of the reasons why I am trying to rid of you filthy animals."

"Katherine!" yelled Aslan. "I've just about had enough of you, Jadis, and that mad professor. Haven't you've gotten better things to do than to just…rid the World of Literature?"

"Good question, Aslan." said Jadis, the White Witch. "Sadly, this is our job. I heard about what Dio Brando did in the World of Asian Culture. And therefore, his work has inspired me to do the same thing."

"...So Dio was the one behind the world conquering schemes?!" asked Clare.

"And I am suspecting you were the one who stopped Dio Brando?" asked Katherine Pierce.

"I was the one who stopped Dio Brando from taking that world over." said Clare. "Besides, what rancid nonsense do you want around me?!"

"Nothing much." said Jadis the White Witch. "However, I am here to introduce someone to you. But don't you dare laugh."

"Huh?" asked Clare.

"Hiya, Clare!" said a professor with a brown coat on.

"Professor…Poopypants?" asked Clare.

"At least she did not laugh." said Aslan.

"That's me." said Professor Poopypants. "The person trying to rid laughter in the World of Literature."

"I see." said Clare. "I wouldn't dare laugh at your name."

"Really?" asked Professor Poopypants.

"BAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" laughed Clare out loud.

"Stop that, you stop that!" said Professor Poopypants.

"Cease the laughter!" yelled Jadis and Katherine.

Everyone later stopped laughing.

"Now…where was I…" asked Jadis the White Witch. "Oh, yes. Getting rid of this wretched world."

"And how are we going to do it, you may ask?" Katherine Pierce asked. "Simple indeed. I, along with the White Witch, will rid this world of all living beings, animals included. Everyone will fall into bitter depression once this world is done for. And as for you, Clare, you will die upon the White Witch's stone table….shall you ever try to stop us."

"As is tradition." said Jadis the White Witch.

"Cease this wretchedness." said Aslan.

Everyone remained silent.

"Hmph." grunted Jadis the White Witch. She, Katherine, and Professor Poopypants later left for their villain hideout.

"They are indeed strange people." said Clare. "Especially….Professor Poopypants…tee hee hee!"

"Everyone laughs at him because of his silly name, Clare." said Peter Pevensie. "Nobody likes how he's trying to rid the world of laughter."

"You can say that again." said a blonde-haired kid named Harold Hutchins.

"Harold?" asked Clare.

"You know my name?" asked Harold.

"Oh, I do." said Clare. "I'm from the Real World. I just so happen to be my school's greatest writer. That is my dream goal in my world."

"I see." said Harold.

"So this girl's dream goal is to be a great writer?" asked a kid named George Beard.

"George, it's just like us!" exclaimed Harold.

"Maybe she can be like you kids." said Harold and George's principal, Mr. Benny Krupp.

"Wow…how am I seeing so many familiar faces…" asked Clare.

"So you know us well, eh?" asked Princess Tsunami.

"I read the books you guys are from! Boy oh, boy…are you great characters." said Clare.

"So you're a girl that hails from the Real World…?" asked Princess Tsunami.

"I am." said Clare.

"Wow!" exclaimed Princess Tsunami. "And…you said you're going to help us take back our world, right?"

"Right, Princess Tsunami." said Clare.

"Hah! She knows my name…" said Princess Tsunami.

"Clare, on my back." said Moonwatcher.

"I wonder what this is about…" wondered Clare.

"See, we are going to train you to become a master literature warrior." said Moonwatcher.

"I see." said Clare. "Teach me, then, Moonwatcher!"

"Ah, ah, ah, hold it right there, Clare." said Moonwatcher. "I am taking you to Hogwarts to learn from the greatest professors ever about witchcraft and wizardry."

"I'm going…to Hogwarts?!" asked Clare.

"Right." said Clare.

"Let me go with you." said Aslan.

"Right, Aslan." said Moonwatcher. "You ready, Clare?" she asked Clare.

"Yup!" said Clare. "Let's fly!"

Moonwatcher later flew off; Aslan later followed forth by running.


Meanwhile at Clare's school, Mr. Stark, her homeroom teacher, had just discovered that not too many kids were reading. Mr. Stark wondered what was going on. He also noticed that the school's librarian was heading for the principal's office. Mr. Stark followed forth.

When Mr. Stark landed himself in the principal's office, Principal Hampshire was just about to tell both Mr. Stark and the school librarian about why kids refused to read books.

"And you give us the answer right this instant." ordered Mr. Stark.

"Alright." said Principal Hampshire. "Children in this school stopped reading because of the fact that…the Literature World is cursed with depression."

"How do you know?!" asked the school librarian.

"I'm aware about Clare's whereabouts now." said Principal Hampshire. "I saw those boys push Clare into one of the lockers. Turned out that the locker they pushed Clare into…is the World of Literature."

"Mrs. Hampshire…" asked Mr. Stark. "What is the meaning of…worlds behind the lockers in our school?!"

"You will find out soon, Mr. Stark." said Principal Hampshire.

"I wonder if you've got something to do with this…" said the school librarian.

Principal Hampshire never said a word. She later told the school librarian and Mr. Stark to exit her office immediately.

"Hmph. You win this time." said Mr. Stark. "We'll leave…only because you asked us to."

When Mr. Stark and the school librarian exited the principal's office, Mr. Stark questioned himself about the principal. He asked himself if the principal has something to do with the worlds behind the lockers. The school librarian suspected that the principal had something to do with it. Then, Mr. Stark wondered if Clare, one of his finest students and the school's greatest writer, would ever return to the Real World.