(A/N) Hey guys this is my very first story on Wattpad! Yay haha, but I've posted stories before on a different site. Feel free to comment or criticize, but I warn you. I am still editing! So please tell me if you find any mistakes! Oh and I don't own any of the characters but the ones I created. So enjoy my Narnia fan fic! A cover will be made soon! Tell me what you think?
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I carry my bags up to the door of my new home and sighed. The weight of my luggage bags were nothing compared to the heavy heart I carried.
"Charlotte be a dear and open the door for us, I'll hold the bags." My mother's voice chimed behind me feigning excitement, but I knew she was just as reluctant and tired as I was.
I reach out my arm to grab the worn out door knob, but before I could open the door it swung open and I was suddenly locked into a tight embrace by my tiny Aunt Flor. She pushed me back at arms length and sized me up.
"My have you grown!" she exclaimed her brown eyes dilating from behind her glasses. "I haven't seen you since you were as tall as my stomach. Now you're almost taller than me." I smiled timidly in response.
Beside me my little sister Molly stood and watched Aunt Flor as she bent down to Molly's height. Molly hid behind mother's dress timidly. "Molly is that you? You've grown too! You were barely a year old last I saw you." She gave a light pinch to her cheek. "Go on in Charlotte. I have to talk with your mother. Your room is at the second door to your right."
I nodded. "C'mon Molly." Picking up the bags with one hand, I grabbed Molly's with the other and walked into the house. It was neat and well furnished with a fancy couch and a old grandfather clock at the end of the room. I went down the hallway of her home only stopping to look at the pictures hanging on the wall. Molly and I went into the room that she said was supposed to be mine. I set my bags down as Molly did the same with hers.
The room was small but more than enough room I needed. It had a desk against the wall and a pretty bed with a flowery design on the bed covers. I looked out the small window next to my bed and saw a few of my neighbors homes. I unpacked and put my clothes inside the burgundy colored closet on the other side of the room. By the time I was done fixing up my new room Molly was sleeping with mother and the dark sky signaled bedtime.
The bed was soft to the touch and my body sank deeply into it, hugged on all sides by cushion. The feeling was uncomfortable seeing that the bed was far too soft for my liking but nonetheless I gave into sleep quickly.
"Charlotte, you're almost there." The voice was unfamiliar but it's soothing rumble made it seem like the owner was nearby.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar field of tall grass and wildflowers just a short walk away from my original home.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Charlotte..." The deep voice echoed all around me but there was no sight of any person nearby.
"I'm right here!" I exclaimed thinking that perhaps this person was lost.
"Come find us, we'll be here waiting for you." The voice replied again, it's calmness a stark contrast to my confused calls.
"What do you mean? Who are you?" I waited moments for a reply, but this time there was no answer. Only the waves of tall green grass and wildflowers were there to answer quietly.
Then suddenly a beastly roar erupted among the peaceful scenery changing the world into blackness.
"Charlotte. I can't sleep. I'm afraid of our new home."
I groaned rubbing my eyes quickly realizing that it was a dream. Not being one to remember my dreams, this peculiar one felt oddly vivid. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and found my sister staring up at me with distress in her large round eyes.
"What about mum?" I asked. I was hoping she would feel safer sleeping with someone other than me.
"I don't like her bed. Can I sleep with you tonight?" She pleaded. I gave a weary smile. Some habits don't change.
"Come on up then."
She smiled revealing a missing tooth and clambered on next to me.
I watched her as she slept making sure she wasn't getting any nightmares. Although we were sisters we had few similarities. Molly had round green eyes and wavy brown hair, both she inherited from our father. Yet her movements were dainty and gentle, traits and habits she received from our mother.
I on the other hand, was a copy of my mother with brown eyes and long straight black hair that framed an oval like face. The only thing I inherited from my father was his nose and tenacity.
My eyes wandered away from Molly's face and to the ceiling of the room. I miss my old home and my friends. I also missed the small flowers I planted myself in the back of the house. The flowers always had a way to calm me down and release my worries. How much I really needed it right now.
Our Aunt Flor suggested it was best for us to move. Change was something my mother needed in the same lonely house in the country side. My dad died in the war and ever since then, mother hardly ever smiled or laugh. Her friends back home tried to cheer her up but nothing was helping. So it was mostly just Molly and I. Now that we've moved in with Aunt Flor I don't have as much to worry about regarding mother. Except for the fact that it would be hard for me to meet new people.
Molly's soft snores took me away from my thoughts and I smiled. I gave her a light kiss to the forehead and went to sleep.
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