Prologue

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sapphire was playing in the fields behind her house with her grandfather when she was only three years old

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Sapphire was playing in the fields behind her house with her grandfather when she was only three years old.Ever since then she had a love for the outdoors.Her windows were always open and so was her door.Her grandfather loves her.Sorry to say but her parents aren't with us on this journey as her father had gone to war and passed away and her mother who died after childbirth.She loves him too and always asks him to tell her stories about the Other World;the world was described as magical,lively and warm and that's what it grew up to be.
Now Sapphire Angelica Kirke is 12 years old and has been to this other world many times;each time  better than the last.It was always spring and happiness spread across the faces of the magical creatures that live there.This Other World was her get away from Macready (although Macready was quite nice to her it's her stone cold face that scares her) and when you saw her she'd be under the old oak tree reading a book and telling the nymphs and animals about it.Her favorite creatures were the Beavers they were a troubled couple but in a jokingly way.They were always bickering acting like family to the human.They loved her so the way she loved them but there was always a time to go however they knew she'd return for she always does.It's been a few months since she's been to her Other World which her father called Narnia and she missed it so.Her friends,family all of it.Her grandfather had informed her of an arrival of children who were going to be staying for a short while.Normally,she'd be excited but she missed her second home so much that she couldn't seem to care.After a few Narnian Spring songs she calmed down and waited for the children's arrival.

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