A Dream is Just a Dream...or is it? Chapter Ten (a Narnian fan fiction)

Fiction By Lucy Anne // 5/13/2012

A/N: I do not own any phrases or words that might have been taken from C.S. Lewis’ epic masterpiece and do not wish to.
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“Aslan?” I called out with puzzlement. “Aslan, where are you?”
There was no reply.
I sank down on my knees onto the lush green grass and thought to myself, What did I get myself into? So that was reason why I was brought into Narnia?! Since when did I become so special? I forced myself to think about other things. It’s so peaceful in Narnia.
“Not for long,” a voice in my head said.
Well, just for a little while. All the trees are beautiful; the sky has such a clear blue to it, and its white fluffy clouds, the sea with mermaids…and oh, the people!
A twig snapped loudly. I jumped and turned around quickly.
“Anne, there you are!”
“Oh, it’s all of you! You had me frightened for a moment.” I spoke to the Three, no wait, it was the Four. “Wait, is that you, Edmund?”
“Yes it is,” he chuckled. Then his face sobered. “Anne, I want to apologize, I—I know I acted horrid starting from when we came into Narnia. I h—hope I didn’t offend you with any words I might have said to you or my brothers and sisters.”
He looked so much older and mature and—and different.
“I forgive you, Edmund. Actually, I don’t think you said anything to me except the time when you distrusted me.”
He looked much relieved.
“When did you get back from the camp?”
“Oh, some Narnians rescued him and brought him back.” Lucy answered before him.
“The Witch was about to kill me,” said Edmund with a shudder.
“That’s why I’m extremely glad that the Narnians rescued you just in time!”
“But they didn’t kill the Witch. Everyone was so concentrated on me, that the Witch disappeared with her dwarf. There was nothing left but an old stump. "I don’t know how I could have been so foolish to listen to her, much less run away to go to her!”
“It’s all right, Edmund. The past is the past. Besides, everyone makes mistakes.” I said, trying to comfort him.
“But not mistakes like this!”
“But Aslan forgave you, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then, if you just trust him, everything will be alright. Aslan never lets anything happen without a reason, just remember that.” Changing the subject, I said to the rest, “How did you find me?”
“We decided to take a walk and then we spotted you and Aslan’s tracks in the grass. Susan was the one who spotted them. ” Peter replied.
“Wait, so Aslan left you here by yourself? He is back in the camp already. We were about to ask him where you were when Edmund came,” Susan said wondrously.
“After he finished talking with me, he just disappeared! He didn’t exactly leave me…after all, I knew the way back here. Don’t worry, he has his reasons. Maybe he just decided to give me time to think over what he said,” I guessed.
“That’s a good point, well; maybe we should start to head back now.”
I glanced at my watch that I had received from Father Christmas. It was the 12th hour of the day. According to Mrs. Beaver, she told me that in Narnia there were thirty hours in a day. Everyone in the land of Narnia woke up at the 4th hour of the 30th hour cycle. The 28th hour was considered the time that everyone reclined to their homes.
“They sleep so little! I couldn’t do that back home!” I had exclaimed.
“Well, dearie, we can do that here because of the air Aslan has blessed us with,” she had explained patiently.
The watch was very unique. It was shaped as an oval and it was spilt in half—one part informed me of Narnia's time and the other part informed me of this world's time.
My eyes wandered to the time that informed me of our world's time. I gave a little sigh.
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“Would you like some of this freshly baked bread with some other delicacies?” I turned to see a Well-Woman holding a tray of pastries, or more specifically, appetizers; if there was such a thing in Narnia.
She was tall and pretty but not one I would say, beautiful. Her hair was golden, and her eyes held a slightly piercing gaze on me.
“If it wouldn’t be too much for you, I’ll be willing to try some,” I answered her kindly, trying to ignore her piercing gaze. “But I think I’ll skip the wine for today,” I said, just before she was about to pour some wine into a goblet.
She handed the bread and fruits to me saying politely, “Sit down.”
“Thank you.”
“Just in case you have been noticing, these Narnians haven’t grown to being accustomed to seeing humans in Narnia just yet,” Peter said.
“Of course, of course.”
“Son of Adam, I need to speak with you,” we heard Aslan’s voice say behind us.
Peter stood up and followed Aslan to the edge of the cliff. They were close enough that we could see that they were talking seriously. It’s so strange to know what they are talking about, I thought.
“I’m going to take a walk to woods. Is that alright?” asked Edmund.
A few minutes passed before we could feel the heat come down on us.
“It’s hot!” I remarked.
“I know. Just imagine yesterday being really cold with the winter’s air.
Let’s move into the pavilion to eat,” suggested Susan.
“Yes, lets,” Lucy said.
We got up, ready to transfer our silverware and food.
“You know, Susan, I never would have dreamed that—“I stopped to hear a crash and then a girlish scream. I spun around.
It was Susan.
Only a second had passed before I realized what was happening—we were being pursued by a Wolf after our lives! The next thing I knew was that I was screaming as well and so was Lucy. The whole camp was in an uproar—everyone was either scattering in every direction or trying to shield us from harm. But at that moment, we could see nothing; all we were thinking at that moment was, “Where do I run?” We ran as fast as our legs could carry us—faster than we had ever ran before. It was must have been fear that urged us to run; only fear could have exerted us to run as fast as we did.
“Run, run, run! Run faster! Duck, Lucy!” we all cried to each other.
Suddenly, a loud, sweet, and rich noise sounded, echoing all around us in the valley. I didn’t need to guess what that sound was—it was Susan’s horn.
Even after we heard that sound, none of us stopped running. We kept running furiously.
“The Wolf is catching up—“Susan panted with utmost alarm. “There, a tree!” she pointed out without slowing down her paces. “Climb!” and with those words she swiftly swung up to the branch. Lucy and I decided not to climb up the tree for our own reasons. For me, I decided blend into the crowd because I didn’t want to risk changing the books. But for Lucy, I could see that she was too small to swing up the tree as Susan had done.
She followed my example hurriedly and clung on to my hand. Her face was as white as a sheet just as the books had described. For a moment a horrid thought struck me, What if Susan didn’t get saved from Peter as the books described? What if—
A thundering voice spoke out, “Back, let the prince win his spurs,” roared Aslan.
Finally the “duel” between the Wolf and Peter was over. We ran to Susan and Peter and hugged and cried.
“Oh Susan, what if—if—Peter didn’t—didn’t—“Lucy sobbed, unable to finish whatever she had planned to say.
Susan just hugged Lucy.
“It’s all right, Lucy. The deed is over and done,” I said as I tried to comfort her.
Susan said shakily, her eyes full of unshed tears, “Thank you, Peter, you came just in time,” she whispered to him.

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Ikes -- I just realized this

Ikes -- I just realized this was up! Wow! I liked this one a lot, Megan! :D This is my favorite part:

Finally the “duel” between the Wolf and Peter was over. We ran to Susan and Peter and hugged and cried.
“Oh Susan, what if—if—Peter didn’t—didn’t—“Lucy sobbed, unable to finish whatever she had planned to say.
Susan just hugged Lucy.
“It’s all right, Lucy. The deed is over and done,” I said as I tried to comfort her.
Susan said shakily, her eyes full of unshed tears, “Thank you, Peter, you came just in time,” she whispered to him.

That was really, really good! :D

Sarah Anne | Fri, 05/25/2012

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths

P.S
Go to my blog and follow it: Sarahanneandrews.wordpress.com
:) for my sake, follow

:)

Thanks, Sarah! :) Sorry for not replying sooner; for the first time since I started writing here, I used up all my comments for the week! :) I really appreciate you reading and commenting this even though I know this isn't that good...and please don't argue with me about that.

Lucy Anne | Tue, 05/29/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Your welcome :) Thats okay,

Your welcome :)
Thats okay, I've had that happen before :D
And, YES, I will argue -- I absolutely LOVE your writing!! :D

Sarah Anne | Wed, 05/30/2012

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths

P.S
Go to my blog and follow it: Sarahanneandrews.wordpress.com
:) for my sake, follow