Narnia was once a beautiful and warm. The rays of the Sun were once warm. Laughter and joy were once felt in the air and all the creatures would dance.
Till one day an evil witch named Jadis, froze over Narnia and claimed to be the "queen".
~Now that was a lovely history lesson. ~
The cold air had nearly frozen my nose off. I still lay in bed starring at the ceiling. The dark swirls of the roof of the hollowed out tree looked like the dark swirls of chocolate in a sweet caramel.
My limbs still frozen even though I was lying under cozy warm covers the whole night. Or they used to be cozy and warm anyway. I lay still, afraid to wake someone or that I may break a bone from the cold.
I thought about getting out of bed, but the possibility of heat begged me to stay.
'Come now, you have work to do.' I thought. I sat upright very slowly and my breath caught in my chest as the icy air hugged me close and refused to let me go.
I slipped out of bed and winced as my feet touched the cold floor. I grabbed my robe that helped as much as a thin fleece. Well it was made out of thin fleece.
Never in my life did I ever experience a warm Sun. Nor have I ever met my parents or experience summer. It was always cold and never Christmas. You have no idea how much that sucks.
I put on a ankle length long sleeve light blue dress with a silver chord belt and matching blue pumps. I then put on my matching hooded cloak and I then put on white gloves and braided my hair in a French plat. ( see picture above)
I then walk out of my branch of the tree and walk downstairs. I lived with a dwarf. Her name was Petunia and she was a hostess for any magical creature.
I ducked as two fairies flew over my head and stopped for a passing unicorn and stepped over a group of elves as I made my way to the kitchen door.
It was quite crowded early in the morning as the creatures all just woke up and made their way to the dinning room.
In the kitchen the smell of fresh bread and melting butter wafted into my nose. The heat of the fires warmed my iced fingers and frozen toes.
The kitchen was carved into the tree completely out of wood, but there were still friendly looking windows.
Petunia walked out from behind the gigantic pipeing hot oven. She was round about under my ribcage in height and she was on the chubby side of the scale. She had blonde messy hair that was pulled back with a white cloth to keep it out of her face. She wore a brown furry shirt and a green skirt with wooden clogges. Her feet made a click-click as she walked.
"Hello Hannah luv." (She pronounced it han-eh) She greeted with a smile.
"Good morning Petunia." I greeted merrily.
"I'll pack the basket for the deliveries dear," she announced and walked to the other side of the kitchen and out of sight.
I jumped up on the counter and grabbed a piece of warm bread with butter and bit into it. The bread was soft and tasted a little of honey. The butter contrasted the bread with a salty flavour and they worked together in perfect harmony.
I heard Petunia comeing closer and I jumped off the counter.
She handed me the basket.
"The list of deliveries are inside." She stated and playfully pushed me to the door.
I waved goodbye as I walked down the snow cover pathway to Petunia who was standing safely in the back doorway of the tree. I smiled and walked off on my merry way.
