**THIRD PERSON**
An anticipating silence filled the air as the Almighty King blew a soft breath onto the lush, mellow grass. The people waited excitedly for the arrival of their saviour. Pink petals flew against the the gentle breeze carried by the deep magic of the nymph spirits whom were summoned upon by Aslans call. The crowd filled with rejoice and content when the petals danced in graceful movements around them, some caressing their cheeks and instantly lifting the morale. Such magic had never been witnessed by the people of Narnia and they all felt beyond privileged to be present at the beauteous birth of Aslan's only child, who will soon be the his salvation. The petals halted it's cheeky tease and glided to the spot in front of Aslan and a grin slowly formed on his mouth proud at his work. The silk- like petals developed into an extraordinary shape which formed a beauteous she-cub with glimmering, golden fur and sparkling topaz eyes.
The cub laid on it's back with her paws sprung up in the air in trembling movements. Slight squeals finally pushed from her mouth and the cub jumped at the sound at her own voice. A deep, joyful laugh thundered from Aslan when the infant gazed with a toothless smile, "Welcome to Narnia my daughter, Queen Amelia."
2 YEARS LATER
Two years passed and the good news spread of Aslan's daughter, the High Queen of Narnia and the people praised her for her inexpressible beauty and nurturing spirit which she obtained naturally. The young queen was remarkably powerful, even for a small sprog like herself she attained unique abilities no other could compete against. Even one as wickedly powerful as the White Witch. The sour Witch reeked of foul villainy and craved for power so that she could abuse it for her own good. There was not one soft corner in her heart and mind but the love and determination for abducting the throne. She believed that the young queen had wrenched her power away leaving a hateful urge to end the innocent's life.
In the shadows of her castle the Witch devised a diabolic plan to rid of the infant's life and regain her authority as the 'rightful Queen of Narnia'. Her determination grew beyond her envy and the yearning desire to see the young queen soaked in her own pure blood was indescribable.
She was not going to pass this execution to her brainwashed henchmen, oh no. She herself was going to complete the assassination which she believed would be the only thing that would fill her soul with happiness. The Witch felt no guilt or sympathy and laughed sinister as she pictured the scene in her head.
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Scouts of Aslan became aware of the Witch's frightening threat and notified her father of the news. As his daughter played with her tail in front of him, his heart filled with fear; he was awfully afraid that his daughter would be wrenched from him and lose his only child. Amelia looked up to her father with a smile and all her father could see was innocence. She was created to produce the good in Narnia, she was so young, she didn't know the world, she was too young to comprehend the situation at hand. This pained Aslan to the bone and it was hard for him to keep the salty tears from spilling.
Soon enough Aslan formulated a solution to ensure Amelia's safety with his advisers, but it would only leave him feeling empty without happiness. In order to prevent his daughter from harm he had to bestow his trust in an ageing professor, Diggory Kirke whom had been present at the genesis of Narnia and shared an eventful adventure many years before. Aslan had given his precious daughter to the man and knew that she would not be harmed under his protection.
However, Kirke lived in another dimension, another world entirely civilised with modernised technology, beliefs, music and everyday lifestyle. She would have to attain the Kirke family name and learn the contemporary lifestyle which was completely different to the world she only spent her infant years in.
This strange place was named Earth, an unusual world dominated by only humans. The professor resided in the year 1928 in a quiet manor in North Yorkshire, England. Only eleven years before the tragic World War 2 which would completely change courses for five young children, who involved themselves in an extraordinary adventure.
Meanwhile many slow years passed in Narnia and Aslan grew lonesome and weak at the absence of his daughter, and when Narnia needed him most, he vanished.
During his absence Aslan watched over his child and knew that this world would secure Amelia's safety and she would be away from all the danger occurring in Narnia. But he knew Amelia shared the same curious and cunning mind as he, and that when she reached a certain age, find a path to seek her father again and a way for Amelia to return to Narnia once more...
A Wardrobe.
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