Could someone point us the way to Narnia?
Who: Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, possibly others?
What: It's NAAAAAARNIA! o wait.
Where: In the part of the oasis where people keep appearing from the ground.
When: Wednesday, during the day
Sand.
Sand in his mouth, in his eyes, sand everywhere, and when exactly did he get buried underground? It was weird, it was like swimming hard, but in the dark, and half-choking on the dirt --
And then Edmund broke out of the earth, gasping for air.
The wind that ruffled his hair was warm -- hot, even -- and ...
There were rocks.
And trees.
And not a house in sight.
Edmund pulled himself free of the ground, trying not to gape at his surroundings -- and oh, well, that wasn't good at all. Oddly, there was a pile of clothes nearby, all laid out by type and size. And they were pretty strange types and sizes, but he grabbed a pair of trousers, a shirt, figuring that he could pay back whoever it was that set them out once he got his bearings.
Where was he? Must not be Narnia. Probably one of the surrounding lands. Regardless, there must be some reason he's here.
This was fantastic. Now he didn't have to worry about spending the summer at Eustace's, not for a while yet.
Edmund ruffled a hand through his hair, brushing off the worst of the dirt. "Lucy?" he called. "Lu!"
Funny, he'd never arrived in Narnia alone before.
What: It's NAAAAAARNIA! o wait.
Where: In the part of the oasis where people keep appearing from the ground.
When: Wednesday, during the day
Sand.
Sand in his mouth, in his eyes, sand everywhere, and when exactly did he get buried underground? It was weird, it was like swimming hard, but in the dark, and half-choking on the dirt --
And then Edmund broke out of the earth, gasping for air.
The wind that ruffled his hair was warm -- hot, even -- and ...
There were rocks.
And trees.
And not a house in sight.
Edmund pulled himself free of the ground, trying not to gape at his surroundings -- and oh, well, that wasn't good at all. Oddly, there was a pile of clothes nearby, all laid out by type and size. And they were pretty strange types and sizes, but he grabbed a pair of trousers, a shirt, figuring that he could pay back whoever it was that set them out once he got his bearings.
Where was he? Must not be Narnia. Probably one of the surrounding lands. Regardless, there must be some reason he's here.
This was fantastic. Now he didn't have to worry about spending the summer at Eustace's, not for a while yet.
Edmund ruffled a hand through his hair, brushing off the worst of the dirt. "Lucy?" he called. "Lu!"
Funny, he'd never arrived in Narnia alone before.