The Chronical Of Narnia - Creative Writing

“Winter is ended and long gone," I quoted, gazing across the watery world in Winterland dreamily.

My men are picking some dry berries in the wood, but were now resting from their labours in a sunny corner, where the invigorating airy fleets by the wood.

Everything in the landscape spoke of autumn. The sea was roaring hollowly in the distance, the field were bare and sere, scarfed with golden rod.

"It has been a nice winter," said Daniel, my faithful follower who is always by my side. I was twisting the new ring on my left hand with a smile, a wicked smile. Ten years comes and go like a snap on the fingers, banished to Winterland supposed to be terrifying.

No, no, terrifying was exaggeration. Slightly.

I was a practical women, had made the decision to be one quite deliberately and quite clearly when I was only thirteen. An adult like me was not spooked by a bunch of trees or streaks of lightning. A grown women would never panic because I would made a wrong turn and the chances for me to revenge will be sliced out.

Still, it was all right. It was perfectly all right.

I knew I was just a bit behind schedule, and it was partly my own fault. I would lingered a bit longer to carefully plan on my strategies to invade Narnia. And I was certainly still in Winterland, certainly somewhere in the white.

"I am very glad that all the Pevensie children have not arrived Narnia through the magic wardrobe," the thought came straight into my mind, mercilessly.

"I am sure than my intention and all hard work to invade Narnia will be a success," with Charlie, my another follower standing and guarding by my side.

"Well, we're off," I remarked unsentimentally. My men, the followers with armors and weapons all set to invade the land of Narnia.

Those ten years before I came seem like a bad dream. I, in fact took seven of the years while banished in Winterland to strategically plan and trained my men for it. And the day of victory will soon arrived. Ten years...