Annabelle is the Great Princess of Narnia. She is the daughter of Aslan, the Great King of Narnia. Aslan sends his daughter to Finchley, England. She is to discover and bring the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve to Narnia. She finds the Pevensies a...
Annabelle's POV: "Annabelle, you must do this for our kingdom." my father, Aslan, tells me before he sends me off.
"I understand, Father." I reply looking at my giant paws in the snow.
"Great. I love you, my Princess." Father says before nuzzling his muzzle against mine.
"I love you too, Father." I tell him while purring. He takes a few steps back and breathes on me and I close my eyes. A little bit later, I find my self standing on a sidewalk in my human form. I notice airplanes flying overhead. It took me a minute to comprehend what was going on. I was in the middle of a war! I started running to the nearest house. I saw a mother and her children running to their cellar. I run to the mother. "Please! May I stay with you? I have no where to go!" I ask frantically with pleading eyes.
"Of course darling! I can't leave you out here by yourself." She answered with welcoming eyes. She leads me down into the cellar and I see her daughters. They look at me confused. "She was alone out there, so she's staying with us until this passes." The mother explains.
"By the way, my name is Annabelle." I tell them with a small smile.
"I'm Lucy." she says.
"I'm Susan." The older girl tells me. The cellar door opens with a start and I spin around. Two boys come scrambling in. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELFISH?! YOU COULD'VE GOT US KILLED!" The eldest, a very handsome blonde yells.
"Stop it!" The mother shouts to her eldest. The younger boy, laying on his side, clutches a shattered picture of a man in a military uniform.
"When are you going to learn to do as you're told?" The eldest comments before he shuts the cellar door.
"Peter, Edmund, this is Annabelle. She was stuck out on the streets alone so she will be staying with us until this passes." The mother explained again.
"Peter Pevensie." The eldest boy said as he sticks out his hand. My eyes flicker between him and his hand. Why is he sticking his hand out at me? Gingerly, I slide my hand into his. Zap!
"Ouch!" I yelp in pain. Peter retracts his hand and his face is a giveaway that he felt it too.
"Ow! What was that?" Peter gazes at me then back to his hand which he is currently massaging.
"I don't know. That's never happened to me before." Ok that was a lie. That spark that zapped us, it's a sign. It's a Narnian custom; it happens only between those that their destinies are intertwined. Peter just shrugs it off.
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The train station was alive with many parents and upset children. Mrs. Pevensie says goodbye to each of her children individually. We head toward the train and Peter is distracted. Susan yanks our tickets out of Peter's hands. We get on the train and the Pevensies wave farewell to their mother. We find a little cabin with two small children in there. Peter takes the luggage and puts them in the overhead storage. I slide into the seat next to the children. Peter settles in next to me. The seat wasn't all the spacious so we are squished.
We arrive at our first stop and the two children leave, leaving more room for me and Peter. Edmund, Susan, and Lucy sit across from us. Peter reads a book, Susan stares into space and Edmund stares out of the window. Lucy lets out a big yawn. I reach down around my feet for my satchel that my Father made for me and pull out my Narnian flute.
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I bring it to my lips and begin to play a lullaby I put together myself. I see Lucy's eyes start to get heavier and heavier. Peter looks up from his book and watches me play. Edmund just seems annoyed as always. Susan smiles at the tune. She closes her eyes with a smile and sways her head to my soft notes. I feel a weight apply to my left thigh. I look down to find Peter's head on my leg, his eyes closed, and lulling to sleep.
I continue to play for a while before I start to feel tired. I stop my tune and look around to find everyone asleep. I smile and start to think about my home. I'm pulled from my thoughts when Peter shifts in the seat next to me. That spark...what was it trying to tell me? Who was this boy supposed to be to me? A good friend, a brother, a...lover??? He is quite handsome. But we've only just met! I carefully lift locks of his long, golden hair off of his eyes. I just lose myself watching him sleep. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed. I play with his hair, twining it around my delicate fingers and letting it fall through them. He starts to fidget, signaling that he is awakening. I let go of his hair and place my hands in my lap. I watch his eyes flutter open.
"Annabe..." Peter starts to speak but his voice fades before he can finish saying my name.
"Yes Peter?" I ask softly.
Peter's POV: "Yes Peter?" An angelic voice speaks like silk. I groggily lift my head off of my...leg? Wait, that's not my leg!? My eyes follow the leg, up the torso, past the arms, and to the face of the person who took the role as my pillow. Annabelle. Her scent still lingers in my nose; lavender and chamomile. Her hair tied back in an elegant bun. Her blue eyes full of...I don't know but it makes me feel happy, comfortable, and safe. I can tell right then and there, this girl is going to be something special.
