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The wind twirled up, and waited for the Lioness.

"I'm ready" She sighed.

They walked through the trees in the forest. It was a nice sight, yet depressing. The first thought you would have is that it was a beautiful resemblance of a winter wonderland. But if you knew the story, how the White Witch had destroyed and is still destroying the peaceful Narnia, how it has already been years since their last summer was.Then this place wouldn't be more than just another land that had been eaten from.

The things that were the most identical to the forest, weren't there to be heard or seen anymore. In the summer, humming birds would fly around chirping melodies that were a blessing to your ears.
At this moment, they were hard to find. They sat in the highest trees, keeping quiet as they were trying to hide for the bad and awful creatures that were pacing through the forest under order of the White Witch. This made the once so beautiful forest, a silent dark place.

The other creatures of Narnia, such as the Fauns, were mostly hiding in their houses. Often they wouldn't be able to leave their belongings behind. Mr. Tumnus was one of them. He was granted a duty, giving shelter to Julia. His area was a little safer than anywhere else in Narnia.

Other creatures had joined the Narniens, Aslan's army who were preparing a battle to kick the White Witch off her unrightful throne.

"How far until I'll see my father ?" Julia looked up at the swirling wind. They had been wondering around for quite some time already, Julia was starting to feel a little tired. It was an odd sight, it felt like she was looking at nothing, but at the same time she was actually looking at something as well.
It wss a little uncomfortable.

"Not too long anymore"

Just a little later, they heard some growls and suddenly a big wolf stood in front of them, completely blocking their path.

"There are you, ghehe, the Queen would love to see you."
The lioness huffed at the word 'Queen'. That evil person was no where near a Queen.

The wolf came closer and his claws made his paws look even scarier then they first did.

Julia made herself ready to battle. She had done it before with a smaller wolf, she could handle this one as well.
She growled angrily, showing her sharp fangs. She bend down a bit so she could jump the wolf.

However, before even a fight could take place, the wind turned into a nasty storm, the whirlwind slurring the Lioness with it.

It was was extremely cold.

Once the White Lioness opened her eyes, from which she had unconsciously closed, she saw that she was on a island far from Narnia, the placelooked like it was flying through the sky.

The wind was gone, leaving the lioness all by herself to explore.
She looked over the edge of the island, expecting to see Narnia underneath but there was nothing underneath, just sky.

"Is this where I was born?" The little lion asked herself.

"Yes daughter, this is the place where your heart has began bouncing"
Aslan spoke up.
To Julia, it seemed like her father had just magically appeared out of nowhere.
She glanced up to face him.

He looked down at his daughter.
Even though he thought his daughter was a little clumsy, especially whenshe slayed that Witch's servant, he was still proud of what she has become.
She showed her bravety.

"Are you mad, Aslan ?" She asked, her tone was a bit quiet.

"Call me father, and no, but you have to live here for a while because it won't be safe for you over there anymore." He explained.

He saw his daughter frowning. He sensed that she wasn't too happy about staying here and being without Mr. Tumnus. He scooted over at her at put one of his paws on her 'shoulder'.

"You will be okay my dear"

"Thanks father, thanks for showing your fatherlyw worries" She said.

"What would a father do without his child?What would I do without my daughter whom I'm proud of?" His wise words filled her in eith joy and happiness. She was glad she could see her father again.

It made her feel so great knowingly that her father loved her.

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