Emily Worth

Yet Another Adventure in Narnia
By: Emily Worth

Prologue
Anna Elsie Pearly (known as Anna to her friends) set down her bags. She felt as if she had traveled forever to get to this place- her Grandmother’s house.
She took a deep breath, trying to take in the lovely smell of candles and tea that belonged to the merry little cottage, and hung up her coat.

“Where’s Grandmo.” before Anna could finish, an old lady dressed in red and black, looking almost like a child, ran into the room.

“Oh, my dear! Hello Anna, hello Marcy.” She said, glancing at Anna’s mother.

“Thank you for letting us stay, mother.” Said Marcy, “You really didn’t need to.”

“I always try to help whoever I can, especially when hey can’t do anything about their troubles.”

Anna’s happiness lessened for a minute, thinking of her house, but the thought that the kind men would soon fix the monstrous leak the roof cheered her up.
“Well don’t just stand there; I’ve prepared a little something in the kitchen you might like.” Said her Grandma, winking at Anna.

“Cookies?”

“We’ll see.”

“Yay!”

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On the first few days of her visit, Anna explored the gardens of the massive house, and every night she told her grandma of her discoveries.

“And I found so many wonderful things in that shed!” Cried the little girl, joyfully, “I wonder what else lies inside and outside of this house!”

Her Grandmother was thoughtful for a moment then said,
“The man I bought this house from, Digory Kirke, an elderly man, said there were many things he still hadn’t discovered. I would like to join you tomorrow, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Why, Grandmother!” The girl’s shock was apparent, “I’d love it if you came with me!”

Chapter 1
Early the next morning, Anna and her Grandmother set off, hoping to see many wonderful things. And many wonderful things they did see. Many exotic flowers, unknown passageways, and, inside, they saw wonderful paintings.

“Grandma, where does that passageway lead to?” asked Anna, pointing at a small flight of stairs.

“That’s the attic, dear.” stated the old lady kindly.

“Can I go see what’s up there?” Anna paused, surprised at what she had just said, she didn’t like dark attics one bit.

“All right.” Grandmother paused, “I’ll stay here.”

“OK.” Said Anna, starting up the stairs.

When she reached the top, she looked around. She was in a small, narrow, room, the floor cluttered with old paintings. She looked one she thought was he prettiest. It was a painting of a girl about her age that had short brown hair and freckles.

Anna could have stared at that painting for hours if right then she didn’t see something move.

Anna blinked. Was she seeing things? No, no, something moved. And it was still moving. Whatever it was, it was big. Bigger than a dog, and it was heading towards the window, where Anna would be able to see it.

She suddenly found herself walking towards it, and she didn’t know why.
When it finally reached the light at the end of the room, Anna let out a yelp. It was a lion. And, though she had never seen one before, somehow she knew this lion was no normal lion.

It turned to her, and nodded it’s head, as if telling her to climb onto it’s back.
She quietly obeyed, though she didn’t know why, and soon, she was gliding through a rich green forest on the lion’s back.

After hours, at least, they were hours to Anna, they stopped in a large Magnificent field, surrounded by mountains.

The lion sat down, and Anna climbed off. She was too scared to do anything, and she wished she never climbed on the lion. She missed her grandma.
“Why did I come out here!?!?” She cried out, her voice echoing in the mountains around her.

“Dear child, it wasn’t your decision.” Came a voice from behind her.

Anna looked around, frightened, “Who’s there?”

“Child. I have called you.” Said the voice, a little firmer.

By now Anna had seen the lion talk. She stepped back, scared. Was this lion going to eat her?

“Don’t eat me!!!” Cried Anna, starting to run away.

“Dear Child. Hear me. Do not run away.”

“Will you hurt me?” Asked Anna, cautiously.

“I cannot tell you.”

This was a hard decision for Anna, for she had learned about lions at school, and she once dreamed that she was hiding in a box from one.

She took a deep breath and walked foreword.

“Who are you sir, and where am I?”

“You are in the northwest part of Narnia, child.”

“Narnia, sir?” Asked Anna.

“Narnia.” The lion nodded his head.

“Who are you, sir?”

“You will find out in good time. Now, you must go past the mountains to the great river. There is someone waiting for you there. The journey will be long so here is some food.” At this, the lion pushed foreword a tray of soup, turkey, and bread.

“Thank you, sir.” Said Anna, taking a small piece of bread.

“And now, I must go. Good bye, dear child!”

At that moment, Anna wasn’t quite sure what happened. All she knew was somehow, the lion disappeared. Anna stood for a moment, thinking about what just had happened.

Then she remembered what the lion had said “It will be a long journey.”
She looked at the mountains, which way should she go? The lion hadn’t told her.

“Oh, that lion! What am I to do? I can’t go home! I don’t know which way to go! Oh, dear!”

At this Anna started crying. She hardly noticed a woman walk up to her.

“There, there, dear. What are you crying about?” The gentle woman asked.

Anna looked up and saw a gentle lady with long brown hair and freckles.
“Who are you!?!” Asked Anna, embarrassed someone saw her little crying fit.

“I am Queen Lucy. What is your name?”

“A-Anna.”

“Whatever is the matter, dear?”

“That lion.he.he left me out here, all alone, and he didn’t tell me which.which direction to go, and I can’t go home, I’m.I’m.” Here, Anna began crying harder.

“Where did he tell you to go? Perhaps I could help.”

“He told me to.to.go over the mountains to the Great River, and there was someone waiting for me there.”

“Dear, dear! Stop crying I can’t bear it. Please tell me what the lion told you.”
So Anna repeated the whole story to the young woman, who listened carefully. When she finished, Queen Lucy paused and said,
“I do know that lion, he was at our coronation. But anyway, I know the route he wanted you to take. Over the mountains, uhh.that way.” She said, pointing at an extra rocky cliff.

Anna was frightened. How could she get over that mountain safely? Lucy sensed this, and said,
“I’ll help you if you want. In fact, I’ll even come with you.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

And so, with this newfound courage, Anna and Lucy set off into the unknown.

Chapter 2
Meanwhile, over the cliff, there was a dwarf. His name was Himbazee, and he lived near the great river many miles away. You see, a lion had appeared to him in a vision, saying, “Go to the great cliff. You will know what to do there.”

Himbazee obeyed, as would anyone if they saw the authority and greatness in the lion’s eyes, and made his way to the cliff (it took him seven days to arrive). But when he came, he found nothing. All he saw was the old cliff where he had once lived when he was a child.

“I have been deceived!” he thought, “That lion was no more than an evil creature playing a trick on me.”

But then he saw something. He saw the lion. He let out a yelp and ran from the cliff, but while he was doing so, he tripped and fell. Now, no one knows what he tripped on or why he fell, but it was the strangest fall he had ever felt or known. He got up and turned to the lion. Perhaps it wasn’t going to hurt him. Himbazee inched towards him, quietly and nervously, while the lion stood and purred.

“Thank you, Himbazee.” it said, “Now come and listen to what I have to say.”

“I.I.I.” stammered the dwarf.

“Soon a girl and Queen Lucy will emerge from over the hill. Here is what you must do. An official from Tashbaan is trying to take over Cair Paravel as we speak. The other three Monarchs are trying to defeat him and his army, but they cannot do it without help. I want you to tell the two Daughters Of Eve. Tell them to make for the great river as I have told one already to do.” At this the lion walked up to the top of the hill towards the end of the cliff and disappeared.

Himbazee was shaken, trying to remember what the lion had told him to do, and thinking of Cair Paravel. Therefore, it took him a minute to notice two girls climbing down the hill from the cliff. When he did though, he remembered all the lion had said. He rushed foreword to catch up with the girls, and, when he did, he told them of all he was supposed to.

“How do we know he’s trustworthy?” asked Anna.

“We’ll have to decide.” sighed Lucy, “But I’ve been through this before. He has the face of a noble and good dwarf. Let us follow him. But now, if what he’s saying is true, we’d better hurry to the river!”

And hurry they did. In two days, they were already about halfway there. They began to hear the river bubbling in the afternoon of the forth day; it was a sure sign they were almost there. So they hurried on and reached the river by suppertime, and found a soft patch of grass in between some bushes where they could make camp for the night. But suddenly, they heard a noise on the opposite side of the river. Anna was the first to hear it, and when she did she quickly clutched Lucy and whispered,

“There is someone here.” a touch of fear but mostly bravery in her voice showed Lucy the Narnian air was working magic on her.

“Where did you hear it?” asked Himbazee, overhearing Anna’s warning.

“I heard it from the other side of the river” Anna replied, “It sounded like a horse.”

After hearing so, he proposed they go and see what it was. Lucy and Anna agreed, and they crept from the bushes silently with the dwarf in front, followed by Queen Lucy, with Anna in the back. When Himbazee saw the figure across the river, he cried joyfully and ran towards it, almost like a child.

“Himbazee!!!” shouted Anna, run with Lucy to catch the dwarf.

They did catch up with him in a matter of seconds, (Dwarf’s legs cannot carry them far compared to humans’) and when they did, he happily pointed to a tall man dressed in clothes Anna couldn’t describe with words. “It was a lovely color,” She said later, “and the fabric was almost like silk, except nicer.” He stood with a crown on his head, gazing at them with noble but smiling eyes.

© 2007 Emily Worth