|The Return to Narnia (standard:fantasy, 8249 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Oct 20 2019||Views/Reads: 306/185||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Sequel to the beloved C.S Lewis Series #7 The Last Battle where a new generation finds the magic and traverses into the realm of the new Narnia after 75 years.|
The Return to Narnia: By: Nathaniel Miller - ©2019 Annexation of Series – Sequel to “The Last Battle” (Book #7 by C.S. Lewis.) The house waited for a visitor, standing open and silent for these last seventy years, located in the middle of English countryside far from city of London. It was this home, many years ago, an adventure had began where four children named Peter Susan, Edmund and Lucy had stepped through a wardrobe into a fabulous land called Narnia. The house, where they stayed, was where they were sent during the war, away from London because of the Air raids. It was a famous house, known well everywhere throughout the countryside, owned by a kindly professor during the last world war. They had no expectations of where they were to end up, or knew of the portal that would lead them to Narnia. They had just been sent to their destination as arranged to discover the great things that lay inside this house on their own. Their own great adventures emerged. Now, seventy years plus years later, in the year 2005, the house is silent, the rooms are empty, the floors and roof has fallen into disarray. It has long since been abandoned over this time. It was once beautiful, quite large, multi-level mansion homes, with turrets on all four corners, making it look like a fairy tale castle. It had textured shingles on its now rotting roof and the walls a gingerbread texture, colored a faded brown with gray trim and many windows. The garden that precedes the home is thick, overgrown and wild. The house itself is an empty hulk with only the howling winds rushing through the broken out of the windows and down the drafty halls. The only thing left, other than the rotting floors, the half-caving roof, is the wardrobe, dusty and abandoned. It however, once again, is now the entry point that would intermittently open up a portal into Narnia, just as it had done seventy years ago. The magic had returned after a very long absence and thought closed when the original four returned from their adventures from within. The house waited, it watched, and strangely, it would not have long for company, as four children play ball in the meadow nearby. These four children, named Rhiannon, James, Amanda and Dakota. They are here visiting in Britain from America, exploring the countryside and having a picnic with their cousins and family in the warm summer surroundings. They were laughing and carrying on, not knowing of the strange adventure they would be starting or undertaking in a few hours. They had no idea what had happened before in the house nearby and none had even seen the half-covered rotting house in the thick overgrown brambles. Their adventure only started when Dakota had thrown the ball a bit too high and over Amanda's head. The ball bounced, and went over the rotted, dirty white picked fence that marked the outer border of the large garden that surrounded the large Victorian house. She of course, chased the ball and almost ran into the fence. The young girl had luckily turned her body at the last minute in order to dodge one of the pickets that stuck out like a spear. “Here it is!” Amanda's voice echoed, rather loudly across the meadow nearby where they picnicked. She had ran across the meadow, and had been running backwards to catch the ball that was missed, ending up in the overgrown garden. The young girl had blindly climbed over the rotting fence and retrieved the ball that lay upon a few brambles of an overgrown rose bush that covers a brick pathway of the garden. When she stood up, with the ball in hand that she turned glancing at the house, a strange look of fear and recognition appearing on her face. She felt something strange here, a magic that she could not identify which radiated from the crumbling walls. A strange wind whistled through the open windows and it had her full attention. The young girl just stood there, staring at the large old home and did not turn away until she was joined by her two brothers and older sister. Her head turned and Amanda met their curious stares of her siblings after the oldest brother placed a hand on her shoulder. He had literally had to shake her to bring her out of her daydream that seemed to have her full attention. “What is it Amanda?” asked James, who had joined her with her older sister Rhiannon. Click here to read the rest of this story (892 more lines)
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