Through The Snow | Narnia

1 || Sons Of Adam, Daughters Of Eve

I swing my pack over my shoulder, pulling my fiery red hair into two French braids so it's out of my face.

Mom always hated my hair, she said it was a horrid color and didn't match anything. I happen to like my hair. It's a pop of color, something different from the ugly white that I see everyday.

Hopefully I'll be able to sneak out without my mom noticing, she's too worried about killing the sons of Adam and daughter of eve. I have no doubt I'll be able to sneak out like I've done a hundred times before.

I shove my compact in my pocket, the little mirror was foggy and barley even worked, but that's not why I kept it.

I found it when I was eight, I was wondering in the woods and met a fox. He was kind and was the first one to tell me about the real narnia

The narnia of seasons.

He gave my the compact, told me that it was his mother's and he had no use for it. When I went back to thank him the next day with some blueberry muffins he was gone. Nothing but a scroll that has Maugrims blood all over it.

That was the day I realized that I hated my mother.

With every bone in my body.

I pull my cream colored boots over my stockings and shuffle into the courtyard, making no eye contact with the frozen statues that haunt my dreams.

I need to fix this.

For myself.

For narnia.

For aslan.

But I can't do it by myself. That's why I need to get the sons of Adam and daughters of eve on my side.

Once I'm at least a good fifteen feet from the castle I feel like I can breath again.

Ah, air, good old fashioned air. Sometimes I wish I could climb up in a tree and sleep outside, away from the lady that I'm supposed to call my mother. Away from maugrim and his stupid secret police.

Just me, myself, and I.

I turn and take a shortcut through the trees, pushing through the thorns and branches.

Then I see it.

His house.

I gulp as I stare at the wide open door, and slowly walk towards it.

This isn't right. It feels so wrong.

I blink. Is that voices?

"... if he was arrested just for being a human, the there's not much we can do."

I stop near the door, holding my breath.

It can't be-

"You don't understand, do you?" A new voice says, "I'm the human! He was arrested because he was talking to me!"

I stumble back, it's them.

They're here.

"We should call the police."

I step forward, "they are the police."

They turn, the oldest boy shoves everyone behind him, what I assume is his brother stubbornly moves to the far left with a sour look on his face.

I hold my hands up, "I mean no harm, I swear."

They stare at me.

"I'm one of the good guys." I say, "mr. tumnus was my friend, I—" I whisper quietly

The youngest one moves slowly from behind her brothers back. She smiles at me, "you knew mr. Tumnus?"

I nodded, "yes, he.. he is my best friend. I've known him for forever."