Karalyn Arlyn was a girl at age 8 was taken from her home in London when she discorved Narnia. She was a daughter of Eve, but instead of killing her, the White Witch chose her to use her against her enemies as the most skilled in swordsmanship. She...
As she walked through the woods, Karalyn thought about how tense it would be between Peter and Caspian.
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[(Right picture the dress) with sword.]
As her dress was to her shins, her heart felt like it was in her head. She was back in Narnia. Finally.
She watched as after a lot of walking she was at Aslan's How. As they walked under the columns, towards the inside, Centaurs welcomed them. As they walked through the lane, the centaurs pointed their swords up high in a V fashion.
She watched as a little boy pointed his sword and little low, Hus father helped him. She didn't realize that Caspian walked behind them, and Susan, Lucy, Edmund, Peter and Karalyn stood in a horizontal line, and walked into the famous among Narnians, Aslan's How.
She walked into the small lit room, with Narnian's sharpening weapons. "It may not be what you are used to, but it is defence-able," Caspian said. "Peter, Karalyn?" Susan asked. "You may want to see this."
Karalyn walked towards the girl in the cave, and followed her. She walked with torch in her hand and looked at the small cavern, and pictures on the walls. Pictures of them.
Susan and Lucy riding on Aslan to get to the Ice Palace. Karalyn when she killed herself, with her white hair fading. One of the Coronation. And one of all five of them riding on their horses. "They're us."
"What is this place?" Lucy asked. "You don't know?" Caspian asked. He took a torch and walked deeper into the tunnel. As they entered a dark room, Karalyn felt tingling on her scalp.
As Caspian lit the dark room, she realized where she was. The dreaded stone table. As the fire lit, she saw a statue of Aslan. The stone table was still broken but she was frightened by the sound of Lucy's scream.
"Oh my god! Your hair!" She yelled. Karalyn looked at her hair, which was flickering two colors. Brown.
And white. Karalyn showed the fright on her face. "I felt it, I feel the power of P-Parro," she explained. She and Lucy walked towards the stone table. And as she touched it, she could feel the goodness.
"He must of known what he is doing," Lucy said to the girl and her sister. "I think its up to us now," Peter said in his sassy way.
