That One Summer (A Narnia Fanfiction)

Allen

(Just to let you know, I’m not very descriptive. If you wanted a descriptive chapter, you shoulda asked Renae or Thomas. I hate writing, so this isn’t going to be very long.)

“Narnia?” I ask. My sister can’t be serious. We probably are in an unexplored part of the pasture. Narnia is just in movies. Well, books I guess too, but I haven’t read those.

“What else could it be? What other magical land can you think of?” Renae states.

“Uh, Hogwarts, Star wars land, Middle Earth…” I name off.

“Yes, but they don’t have forests that look like this, do they?” She asks.

“Well, no.” I answer.

“Okay then.” She smirks.

“We need to get back. We can’t stay here.” Thomas says.

“Why can’t we explore a little?” John asks hopefully.

“Because. They’ll all notice we’re gone, and get worried.” Thomas replies.

“Time is different in Narnia. We could be gone for ten years here, and it would be only a few seconds in our world.” Renae says. Usually, I don’t get how she can read so much, but now I’m kind of glad she reads.

“Guys, come on. We can explore just a little bit, and then we can come back if Thomas still wants to.” Keith puts in.

“I agree with Keith.” I say. Narnia sounds pretty awesome, so why not take a tour?

“I want to see more of it too.” Jay states.

“Yeah.” Blair agrees.

“Okay, all who want to explore, raise your hand.” Renae calls out. All of us, except Thomas raise our hand.

“Oh, all right.” Thomas reluctantly agrees.

“Yes!” Blair yells.

“Shh! Someone might hear us!” Thomas says.

“Yeah right. I bet there isn’t anyone for fifty miles.” Blair retorts.

“I bet there is.” Thomas argues.

“Wanna find out?”

“No! We can’t let anyone find us. You hear?”

“Nope. Come on!” Blair says; walking off down one of the paths that looks like it might have been well worn at one time. We all head after him, and march down the trail.

After parading down the trail for a bit, we come to an open clearing with sunlight streaming down from above. The grass practically glistened with it. “Guys, we really should go back.” Thomas says.

“I hear something.” Keith says suddenly.

“I hear it too.” Blair whispered.

“I told you guys there was something within fifty miles!” Thomas said.

“Guys, get down behind the bushes so they can’t see us.” Renae says, trying to usher everyone down.

Just then, a herd of people on horses came into the clearing. Well, there were people on horses, but some of the people were horses. Their human bodies connected to the horse part around where a horse’s neck would start from it’s body.

Renae looked over at us wide eyed and mouthed “Centaurs!”

Centaurs? Aren’t those mythical…

“Come out! We know you are there. We can sense you.” One of the centaurs said. I glanced over at everyone else, and Thomas and Renae stood up and started walking into the clearing. Oh, I forgot. Before we started onto the trail, we decided that if we were found by someone, the two eldest would go if the people seemed semi-nice. If they didn’t, we’d all hide. Apparently a bunch of horse people and people on horses covered in armor didn’t look intimidating.

“Who are you?” One of them asked.

“I’m Thomas, and this is my cousin, Renae.” Thomas answered.

“Where do you come from?”

“From the riverbank down that way a few miles, sir.” Renae said, pointing her finger in the direction we came from.

“You came from the Riverbank?” Another one asked.

“Well, yes.” Renae replied.

“You do, indeed, live in the riverbank?”

“No, we came through a tunnel in the riverbank.” Thomas said. They began  to look around at each other with questionable interest.

“You are not from Narnia, are you?”

“No, sir.”

“So you are a son of Adam and daughter of Eve?” One of the non-centaurs asked.

“Well, sons of Adam and daughter of Eve, I guess.” Renae answered.

“There are more?” Another one of them asked. Thomas turned and beckoned to us. So, away we came from our hiding spots.

“We must take them to the King at once.” Said the one who seemed to be the leader.

“Who? Blair asked, with an amazed look on his face.

“The King of Narnia. Caspian the CXXXVII” He answered.

“Woah. Isn’t that like, 137th?” I asked. I know some roman numerals.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Cool.” I tell him.

“Now, let us go see the King.” The lead horseman (Not a centaur) said, and offering Renae a hand to the back of his horse. Some of the other horsemen and centaurs followed his lead, and soon; we were on our way to wherever the 137th King of Narnia lived.

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Well! They’ve met some Narnians! Whoop whoop! I’m getting excited! Finals are next week, so who’s happy? Just kidding, I really don’t think anyone is. Finals are to pressurized. I wish we didn’t have to do them, but apparently they are like, a High School tradition or something. Please answer the following weird question that I have been asked (Or made up. You never know!)

What kind of store do pink polka dotted armadillos like to spend their toenails at?

Comment, vote and read!

Love, Lessae.