My First Fan-Fic

Since LC is a very impatient person and will probably start a riot if I do not update; I am updating now to prevent problems. :D

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Father Christmas turned back to his sack and rumaged around in it for a moment. Then, he took out a sword with a curious inscription on the blade. "This, my child, is for you. There is one more gift that must be given you, but it is not mine to give." Then, he handed the sword to Emily.
Emily held it carefully in her hands and looked upon it in awe. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "But what is the other?"
"The other is something that Aslan must give you, my daughter. I do not know what it is, but you will recieve it from him."
Emily looked up at him. "Not to seem rude," she said, "but I have one more question."
"And what is that?" Father Christmas asked.
"What does the inscription on the blade say?"
"That, I'm afraid, is something that only Aslan himself knows." Father Christmas answered her. "The language in which it is written is very old, and even I do not know it. It is nearly older than this world itself. But I'm sure that if you ask Aslan, he will tell you what it says."
Emily nodded silently. She opened her mouth to thank him again, but no words would come. But Father Christmas understood what she was tring to say. As he left them, he shouted, "Merry Christmas! Long Live the True King!"
 
Don't worry, I'm updating now. :)


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Shortly after that, they all were on the move again; headed for the river, which they hoped was still frozen. It was rather slow going as all of the children were tired, and Emily seemed to be having another flashback. Lucy was watching her intently. Suddenly, the little girl asked, "What are you thinking about, Emily?"
Emily jumped and said, "Oh, nothing."
 
Lucy said, "Emily, we all know that something is wrong, and you can't hide that forever."
Emily bit her lip and avoided the little girl's eyes. Suddenly, she said, "Alright, so something is wrong; why do you care? Why should you care? You barely even know me!"
Lucy was silent for a moment and then she said, "Emily, I care because I care. I don't like to see other people hurting, and I want to help you. But you won't let anyone help you."
Emily knew that what Lucy was saying was true, but she still didn't want help from anyone: or she thought that she didn't. Somewhere, deep inside of her, something was screaming for help, but time and time again, she smoothered its cries, trying to ignore it.
 
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