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Chapter two: What is a Susan?
Merlin woke to a flash of bright light assaulting her eyes. She was confused, this wasn't Narnia or the dungeons of the Telmarine castle. Where was she?
A confined room by the looks of it, square and small in shape with an abundance of young girls sat upon rowed chairs. They seemed to be listening to an older woman who spoke liberally, she was tall with greying hair and a pointed nose. Her eyes held an air distaste as she looked down upon her students, no - it was a single student that caught her eye.
Merlin followed the hags gaze scanning the faces in the room in hopes of finding the subject of her disgust. Her eyes were quick fall upon a young girl - the only girl who hadn't been listening to the elder.
She was no older than twelve, her short hair had been braided into two plaits and her face held a look that Merlin knew better than anyone. Her mind was somewhere else, it was the look Merlin donned often at palace ceremonies - she was bored. The young girls blue eyes had been glazed over, staring out the window in a reminiscent gaze. Merlin wondered what she was dreaming about, maybe summer days or far off land?
The elder was quick to interrupt the her daydream - quite rudely Merlin thought - by slamming a patterned yellow stick against the girls desk. The sound echoed throughout the room causing not only the dreamer but also Merlin to jump in fright.
"Miss Pevensie," the woman scolded, as if her tone was enough of an explanation for her actions.
"Sorry," Miss Pevensie whispered in defence.
It was as Merlin reached outwards to the girl to place a comforting hand upon her shoulder, that the room began to spin. Merlin fell forward, she was being twisted and turned in a spiral as if she had been caught between a tempestuous wave. She tumbled through the air landing on the ground in the middle of a busy street.
Merlin
(It was a whisper, calling out to her)
Merlin stumbled forward after what appeared to be a running Miss Pevensie. It seemed as if she was destined to follow the young girl, her legs moving at their own accord. The street was strange, nothing like the land in which she came - it had mechanical carriages and uniformed soldiers clustered in small groups monitoring the area.
Merlin followed the Pevensie girl into a set of oncoming traffic, her eyes glowing gold upon instinct as she watched a carriage abruptly come to a stop. Wafts of steam leaked from one of its metal crevices, Miss Pevensie's hands resting on the vehicle. Miss Pevensie had almost been hit.
