❝𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅-𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐷 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐵𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑁𝐼𝐸𝐷.❞
On a chilly night in December 1930, a girl with beautiful chestnut hair was born in the Barlowe family. Her name was Eleanor Aria Barlowe.
She was born in the northern part...
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𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 in large specks out of the darkened night sky. The full moon shone its light onto the earth's surface and lit up the heavy snowfall.
The snow crystals were floating around and occasionally crashed against the windows and russet bricks of the Barlowe Estate, located on the far edge of Manchester. Despite the freezing weather, the inside of the mansion was warmed up to a comfortable temperature. The fireplace was blazing next to a vast, massive-wooden table which had more seats than were necessary. Right above the fireplace was an enlarged family portrait consisting of three men and two women. They all wore innocent smiles and kind eyes.
That same family was gathered around the table. The youngest—whose birthday was being celebrated—was named Eleanor. She was known as a sweet though often rebellious girl. Over the years in Manchester, she'd become more reserved than she was when she was younger.
Eleanor grew up in a northern district of London named Finchley where she'd met some extraordinary children. The Pevensies had two daughters and two sons who used to play with the Barlowe children all the time after Elliott and Elijah had become friends with Peter—the eldest Pevensie—once they went to kindergarten. The seven kids would go out and explore every inch of Finchley, searching for the most magical place to play hide and seek.
It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows for the group of younglings. In particular, Edmund fell out with the others more often than not—especially after his father joined the army to serve his country in the Second World War against Germany. It was not much later that the Barlowes left Finchley to live in the quieter city of Manchester. London had been struck with what the masses called "The Blitz" as bombs were dropped throughout the city by the Germans. John and Alice Barlowe didn't even hesitate when they made their transfer to Manchester which was seen as a much safer environment whereas the Pevensie siblings were sent to the countryside to live with a professor named Kirk.
The date was December 25th 1947 when the Barlowe family was gathered around the table to celebrate Eleanor's seventeenth birthday. The Second World War had ended two years ago, though a depression still hung in the air as lives were rebuilt and deaths were honoured. In the Barlowe Estate, however, a life was being celebrated.
The dining room was decorated with ornamental candles and stockings at the fireplace. A large pine tree from the forest surrounding the mansion was brought inside and stood proudly in the corner opposite the grandfather clock. A string with electrical lights was carefully woven in-between the branches as were holly-berry red, snow-white and glowing golden festoons. Almost every small spot that showed the green of the tree was covered in ornaments and it was all topped off with a bright star.
