Prologue

"Run my son." The granddaughter of Queen Helen of Narnia said to her teenage son on the docks near a castle. "You must flee."

"I shall not leave you, Mother." The boy said.

"You must. Go anywhere away from here." She said looking towards the north to see a strong front moving in.

"But…"

"I am telling you to get onto that ship. Not just as your mother, but as your queen."

"Your Majesty." A satyr said coming up to the queen. "The witch is approaching Narnia at an alarming speed."

The mother hugged her son and let him get on the ship.

"May Aslan always be at your side my son." She said.

"Mother, why do you not come with?" the boy asked.

"I am needed here." She answered. "Farewell Bryan."

"Goodbye Mother." He said hugging her one last time and getting onto the ship.

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A few days later,

Bryan was holding onto the mast as the waves crashed against the ship. The wind howled as it ripped the sails.

"THIS STORM IS TOO STRONG!" a faun yelled.

"WHAT DO WE DO?!" a dwarf asked.

Suddenly, a giant wave crashed down onto the ship breaking it into tiny pieces.

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"Hey." A female voice said. "Are you okay?"

Bryan opened his eyes to see a beautiful blond girl his own age.

"Who are you?" Bryan asked.

"My name is Melissa Smith." She answered. "Who are you?"

"Bryan." He answered. "Do you mind telling me where I am?"

"You're in Florida." She answered.

"Where is that?"

"In the United States of America." She said.

Bryan looked completely clueless.

"You must have hit your head hard." She laughed. "Where are you from?"

"Narnia." He answered truthfully.

"Where?"

"Narnia. The land between the Archenland where my Uncle rules and the Northern boarder ruled by the Witch Jadis."

"Okay." She said gently. "You REALLY hit your head hard."

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The years passed without any word about Narnia for Bryan. He later married Melissa and had a son. Years later, his son married and had a daughter.

1940,

Holly Smith was wondering around the attic of her grandparents' home. She had always wondered about her grandfather's childhood. He rarely discussed it to anybody. Not even her grandmother. When he did, most people thought he was joking around.

Suddenly, something caught Holly's eye. It was a closet.

"I don't recall that being here before." She said to herself.

She reached out and touched the handle. Then, she slowly pulled it open.

TBC