Travel through Time (Edmund Pevensie)

Chapter 6

Don't kill me for being late...and the picture on the side is the closest I could come to the image in my mind. Just make it floor length and not so...iridesent black on the green part. and it would be long sleeved. For a more accurate picture of what I picture her entire character looking like from this moment on: google images-susan in prince caspian- it's outfit in the first image, just change the red to green. Her battle outfit for those who know what I'm trying to describe.

Not that anybody really wants to go through that..you just want to read so...

And you're going to get sick of the words stop and knock after this... and these things:...

As I walked along in the dingy corridor, I felt this strange feeling in my head. It spread through my whole body, and I wasn't able to really see anymore, and that resulted in walking into things.

"Milady?" Trumpkin asked in concern. I shook my head.

"Clarisse," I corrected, "and I'm fine, but thank you anyway." Trumpkin looked like he wanted to press the point further, and I thanked Aslan when he let it go. I ran into yet another wall, and this time I landed firmly on my...well...guess. What else would I land on?

So after I landed on my back (duh), I found that my vision actually wasn't foggy anymore and I could see. I examined the wall I ran into and gasped in surprise.

On it was a painting of every ruler of Narnia. I don't mean Telmarine rulers, just Narnian Kings and Queens.

As I quickly searched through the painting, my eyes found a smudged spot right before Jadis. I frowned. Even here I was erased. However, I began to see tiny little lines of paint beginning to cover it. I watched a figure slowly re-shape itself. It was me, except I was in my coronation dress, and I had my most valuable asset with me. I heard Trumpkin's intake of breath as he too saw the image.

"Clarisse... what are you hol-"

"We better get moving if we don't want to get lost," I said, cutting across Trumpkin. I didn't need anybody asking questions just yet. I hurried away from the mural, my eyes scanning the walls for any other sign of me. I found none, and soon came to a dead end.

"What?!" I shouted, "But they came this way!" Trumpkin caught up to me and shrugged.

"Maybe they didn't," he said helpfully. Please realize the sarcasm. I threw him a glare.

"I know they did, and I'm going to find them." Right as I said that, the strange feeling came back, except this time, it brought quite a large amount of pain with it. I crumpled to the floor, holding my head.

"Clarisse!" Trumpkin shouted. I didn't respond, and a violent shudder went through my body. A large shadow came from me and hit Trumpkin, making him fly back. I felt the feeling recede, but inside of going away, it seemed to come OUT of me and take a form. I bolted upright, my breathing heavy.

The shadow started swirling in black smoke. The smoke seemed to suck the shadows from the dark corners, and light was left behind. The black smoke suddenly turned a bright and frost-like white, reminding me of snow. The temperature dropped, and I knew.