Always (Edmund Pevensie)

Always (Edmund Pevensie)

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The Chronicles of Narnia
My name is Isabella. Or well, Princess Isabella II. Or Princess Isabella Gabriella the second. Those are my official titles that I hate. To me, I'm just Bella. To everyone else I'm the orphan princess of the late Caspian IX, fifteen year old little sister of the future king, Caspian X, niece of the tyrannous Miraz. Miraz is the whole reason my brother Caspian and I got into this incredibly surreal situation. This is my journey from running away to the forest to meeting Narnians. From training to meeting the kings and queens of old. From joking with the youngest king to falling in love with him. From fighting against Miraz to being coronated joint queen with my brother.
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❝𝑤𝑜𝑤, 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘! 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.❞ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜: #4 in edmundpevensie 11/20/19 (go check out the sequel!) #1 in edmundxoc 2/13/20 Lark. Daughter of Narnia. Yes, you heard right. During the very creation of Narnia, when the White Witch had not yet begun her reign, Aslan himself crafted a girl from Narnia itself...for it had been foretold that when the Heart of Narnia united with two Sons of Adam or two Daughters of Eve, they would bring an end to the White Witch's reign. Aslan then sends the girl away, placing her in a magic wardrobe and leaves her to be raised in our world, with only three memories: Her name: Lark, The prophecy long foretold, And another thing: Dirt, Water, Fire, Air, Light. Five words that haunt her dreams. Her life was normal enough... That is, until she met the Pevensies. Also, special thanks to @winifredsmith, who inspired me to write this. (this story is being rewritten [i shudder at my 10-year-old writing already] and all the chapters that have already been edited will be marked with roman numerals.)

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