~White Witches Warrior//Edmund Pevensie~

~White Witches Warrior//Edmund Pevensie~

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The Chronicles of Narnia
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Davina Kirke roams the streets of New York city day after day, never having figured out her purpose in life. Impossibly beautiful, magnificently rich, all the friends anyone could wish for... yet deep down all she felt was loneliness, and that she doesn't belong here. The head strong 17 year old only predicts her life will always be the same- empty. _____________________ "We will be going to England this weekend. The flight is Saturday morning, Davina, so make sure you are ready to leave early" My jaw falls in shock. "Really?" ____________________ Little does Davina know, a seemingly harmless trip to England will change her life... forever? For better or for worse, her fathers mysterious actions will eventually catch up to her. Along the way, she might just discover what, or who, she really desires in life...
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[Completed] With her birth the fulfilment of a thousand year-old prophecy was bound to be brought to life. They saw it in her eyes- her power, her strength. Her magic would bring peace to a land of toil- a land full of war and subject to the harshest forms of corruption; where even the strongest of creatures lived in constant fear. Her mother knew, from the second her beloved daughter was born, that her death sentence had begun. And it was on this journey of saving a land loved by ever so many that the daughter was claimed by the sharpest of all of pains: love.

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