He spoke hurriedly, fear running deep in his voice and temperament. I have always remembered his voice but somehow his face escapes me. The next thing I remember, after our short exchange that is, is taking my sister's hand and running fast, as fast as I could away from the horror that took y mother, father and brother with it, away from me. We ran until she could run no more then I took her on my back and ran further. When I tired, all I could manage to do was walk slowly. In the distance, about 100 metres away, I noticed an overturned tree with a small cavern underneath.
Taking shelter from the harsh rains and rains that chased us through the forest was the most relieving feeling. Finally, a sense of safety was apparent. Of course, the threat still remained, but, for that small moment in time, we were safe.
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sticks and stones ; narnia
Fanfiction"some secrets are meant to stay secrets." After three years of the Pevensies' happy rule over Narnia, a disturbance emerges in a village far west of Cair Paravel. The Kings and Queens travel to settle the rising forces but what comes of it is not ju...
