𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 // 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂

02



02 | lost in a lost world

Vena woke up early in the morning. She ran out of her house, she was the only one awake. Vena escaped her house before her mother woke up. She didn't even bother having breakfast, in all honesty, she wasn't even hungry. She walked down to the lake, taking a seat on the grass. Olivia came down to the lake, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"What are you doing up so early?" Olivia asked.

"Dunno," Vena shrugged, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. I realised you haven't been sleeping much," Olivia responded.

"What makes you think that?"

"The bags underneath your eyes. I'm not daft you know?"

"You must be seeing things."

"Vena! I've been fourteen once too! I can tell! Is this about father?"

"No."

"Lies. You need not worry so much. He's fine."

"I know that Via! It's not father."

"Mother has been treating you poorly again?" Olivia guessed.

"No," Vena lied. Olivia sighed. She knew she wasn't gonna get anywhere with her.

"Be back in time for breakfast," Olivia sighed.

"Alright," Vena said. Olivia walked into the house, leaving Vena alone with her thoughts. She looked at the lake in front of her. A face appeared. Someone on a horse. Vena stood up and whipped her face around so fast, her hair flew into her eyes. There was no one behind her. She tried walking backwards but ended up falling into the lake. She hit the cold water. It was like time froze. Her body hit the lake's bottom. She felt everything darken. Her hair flew around her face, as though it had a mind of its own. Her body floated up by itself.

The boy who she had seen in the lake, frowned and pulled her body out. The girl's skin was so cold, it shocked him. Judging by her outfit, she wasn't Narnian. He couldn't take her back to the castle. What would his uncle say? He also knew he couldn't just leave her. She could die. He knew Narnians were extinct... He couldn't send her too Archenland or anywhere near alone. He scooped the soaking wet, cold girl up and somehow got both of them on the horse. The castle was empty. Only then he realised how early it was for them. He speed walked through the halls and got her to his room. He layed her down on the bed. He genuinely didn't know what to do. He didn't have any clothes for her, nor would he ever think about changing her whilst she was unconscious. Vena started to stir, as the young Prince anxiously paced the room. She coughed, catching the Prince's attention. He rushed to get her a glass of water. Vena sat up, suddenly aware of the silky sheets she rested in. She looked around the dark room. This was not her house. This also definitely was not a place in London.

"Oh, you're awake," The Prince said. Vena narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't help but notice his strange accent. He had dark hair that reached right above his shoulder blades and dark brown eyes. He looked as old as her.

"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?" Vena asked.

"I'm Prince Caspian, the tenth. You are in Telmar. You are here because I pulled you out of a lake nearby," Caspian responded casually.

"Prince Caspian? Telmar?" Vena asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, Prince Caspian, and yes Telmar," Caspian chuckled.

"So I'm not at home?"

"Where is home?"

"London, England, U.K., Earth, The Milky Way, Space."