Hi! Okay, so this is my first out of three Narnia stories - so far, at least - that I've been playing around with quite a lot in my head, and two of them are basically different versions of the same plotline, and the third is much different, but before I can put that one up, I must put these, because they explain a few basic things needed for the third one, and if I put it up, it will have major spoilers for this story.

Anyway, I'm kinda focusing on my XS/HP series right now, as well as trying to finish 'Journey to the Past', but I figured I could use a break from XS. Plus, I really wanted to write this one. I've been itching to for some time now.

So, please R&R! I'd really like to know what you think. I wasn't sure if this prologue was the right way to go, or if I was revealing too much...

Enough rambling. On with the story now.

Prologue

At one time in Narnia, out of the Deep Magic there was born a child; a young boy who was to grow to be the High King one day, to oversee the Kings and Queens, for even Kings and Queens can make mistakes or misjudgements.

The boy was born with all of the traits needed for such a destiny, and was to be brought up at Cair Paravel, with the monarchs of the age, King Coilin and Queen Rionach. The child was intelligent, very much so, and soon became quite attached to the young Prince Eirnin, who brought the infant with him wherever he went.

His sister, Princess Regan was an altogether different matter. She was jealous of the boy who had suddenly appeared in her home, and attached himself to her family, in her eyes, drawing their attention away from her. While everyone was doting upon the child, some of her movements went unnoticed, which she used to her advantage.

Two years later, the child disappeared. There was uproar from the royal family, especially young Eirnin, and they sought the help of the Great Lion: Aslan.

When the matter had been explained to him, he knew what had happened, and that the boy was in great danger, but not from outside forces; from himself. He suspected that the child had been snatched by Jadis, the White Witch, in her attempts to control Narnia.

Aslan knew that the boy's mind would no doubt be twisted to the witch's way of thinking, so that he would be her willing servant. He could not allow this fate to fall upon an innocent child, and so Aslan created a child of his own through his magic. A child who was the opposite of the first in most ways imaginable; a young girl, whose destiny was just as big as his.

The girl was adored by all Narnians; none who saw her could fail to be charmed by her. Princess Regan was furious. Just when she had gotten rid of the nuisance stealing her family's attention away, when another appeared, claiming not only the attention of her family, but of the entire kingdom too. She decided to get rid of the second the same way as the first; but since the girl wasn't staying in her home, it would be much more difficult, therefore leaving room for error.

The usually cool and composed Aslan was alarmed when his daughter's tutor – well, minder for now, he would be her tutor when she was old enough; she was only a year old, after all – informed him that she was missing. His thoughts immediately turned to the missing boy, and set to looking for his daughter at once, hoping against hope that she had not met the same fate.

The lion and the young tutor eventually found her, hours later, seated near the lamppost, staring up at it with a boy toddling around nearby, bringing her any interesting finds. The boy was immediately recognisable as the child of the Deep Magic, now three years of age. It seemed that the girl's charm extended to him too.

A dwarf charged through the trees, and spotting them, immediately ran off to inform his mistress. His mistake lay in not taking the boy with him.

Aslan knew that both children were in danger now, and as much as it pained him, he knew that his daughter would not be safe in Narnia with him. So he sent both her and the boy to another world, where they would be safe; until it was time for them to return to save their world, and their people. For once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia.

Even if you hadn't quite been crowned yet.

What do you think? I'd really appreciate a review on the way out.