I wanna come home

Where the streets lead back to where I'm born

Where my feet feel steady on the ground

I wanna come home

Mother, can you take me home to you?

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The faint shouts and clashing of swords rang through the air as Astraea Jemmings ran through the woods. In her arms, her three-year-old daughter was crying softly, terrified of the noises. The black smoke growing from their home, followed them as the queen of Narnia ran. Cair Paravel burned with her husband, the king, who was fighting a battle she knew he would not survive.

Astraea stopped for a moment to catch her breath, with her daughter in one arm she checked to see if her twin daggers were still at her hips, she hoped that she did not have to use them today but she knew she would.

The little girl whimpered in her mother's arms and the fae queen quickly gathered her up, "I know my darling," she whispered, "We're almost there, stay strong."

Sharp howls split through the air and the queen quickly resumed running. Tears slipped down the queen's cheeks for she knew that after today she would never see her little girl again. This child in her arms was apart of a great prophecy that the queen would never see fulfilled. At her birth, when the prophecy was announced the king and queen had to keep it a secret, but somehow it got out and now, She was coming to kill her daughter.

The queen was a fae and her daughter shared her blood and her powers. With a child like her apart of the great prophecy, the evil in Narnia grew fearful and attacked their home.

In the distance, sleigh bells jingled and Astraea's breath caught in her throat, she clutched her daughter even closer.

The last queen passed a lamp post and she knew she was close to safety. Beyond the lamp post, her daughter would be safe in another world with a trusted man of Narnia, she had already sent word ahead and she prayed he had received it.

Astraea reached a small clearing where she could see the opening to her daughter's safety. The queen set her daughter down, the poor girl still clutching onto her mother.

"Adeline, you must listen to me," Astraea rested a palm on her cheek. "You are going to leave now, for a long time. A good man will take care of you." Tears slipped down both their cheeks as the howling of wolves grew louder behind them. Astraea unhooked the necklace that was hanging around her throat, a small silver flower on a matching chain with a sapphire jewel set in the middle, and put it around her daughter's neck.

"You will not remember me but know that one day you will come back to save us all. You are special Adeline, always know that." Adeline nodded as her mother brushed away the girl's chocolate locks before placing one final kiss on her forehead.

"I love you so much, my darling." Astraea hugged her one last time, the little girl clutching her mother's trousers. The queen stifled a sob and pried her girl's fingers off before pushing her in between two trees "Now go!"

Astraea watched as her beloved daughter disappeared and she wiped away any trace of tears left.

"Running had done you no good, I would have found you sooner or later." said a cold voice.

Astraea turned around, Jadis, the White Witch was in the clearing, she stood tall and held a staff made of ice in her hand, which was covered in the blood of countless creatures.

"Now," snarled the Witch, "where is she!"

The last fae and queen of Narnia unsheathed her twin daggers and stood her ground. "Long gone. You will never get to her."

Jadis gave a sharp laugh, "I doubt that. She will be back one day, and when she is I'll end her then. But, for now, it looks like now I'll just have to settle on killing you."

Astraea bared her teeth, "You can try. witch."

"Funny," she taunted, "I believe that's the last thing your husband said as well." From behind her, the witch pulled out a gold crown dripping red and threw it at the queens' feet.

Astraea felt a punch in her stomach now knowing that her husband was truly dead. A wave of rage and grief overcame her senses and with a cry, Astraea flung herself onto Jadis, her daggers clashing with the wand.

Astraea swung one dagger at Jadis' head and the other near her abdomen, spinning as she did. The witch evaded both attacks and thrust her wand at Astraea, managing to clip her arm. The queen gave a sharp intake of breath and threw one dagger at Jadis who managed to smack it away with her wand, the dagger embedding itself in a tree.

With her other dagger in one hand, Astraea called upon her powers to help her. Red wisp-like magic grew out of her palm and entwined through her fingers. She stuck out her hand, causing the magic to reach out and strike the Witch. Jadis was thrown back but quickly recovered, Astraea threw out another whip of magic but Jadis managed to evade it and get closer to her. The White Witch struck Astraea with her wand across the cheek before plunging it into the queen's chest.

All of the magic that Astraea had called upon disappeared and the queen fell to her knees as Jadis pulled out her wand. Both daggers were now discarded as Astraea clutched her wound.

Jadis smirked, "Fae magic is weak, you should have just given up. Now I am asking again. Where is the girl!"

Astraea was silent as she tried to catch her breath. The corners of her eyes were turning red and she knew it was time.

With one final surge of energy, Astraea looked up and stared straight into Jadis' rage-filled eyes. With a bloody smirk, she said, "You will lose." And with that final remark, the last queen of Narnia fell to the ground, unmoving.

The White Witch seethed with anger before quickly regaining her posture, "Believe me, the day she comes back will be the day she regrets she was ever born."

~

"Now go!" her mother's last words rang in Adeline's ears. The little girl made her way through the trees, branches smacking her in the face and scratching her arms. The texture of the sharp pines suddenly changed into soft fur and she realized that the cold ground under her was now made of wood.

Adeline pushed through what looked like coats before reaching an end, a large wooden door in her way. Panicking she pushed against the hard surface and fell through and onto her knees. The temperature around her grew warm and the little looked up in a panic. She was now in a bare room and the thing she had fallen out of looked like a wardrobe.

"Hello there." said a gentle voice.

An old man was sitting at the windowsill and was smoking a pipe. Adeline quickly gathered herself up and pressed up against the wardrobe, her heart pounding.

The old man approached her cautiously, "Do not worry, my dear, I'm not here to hurt you. Your mother sent word that you were coming. My name is Diggory Kirke, but you may call me grandfather. I am going to take care of you."

He held out a hand to her. Adeline slowly reached out before gently taking it.

"There we go," he chuckled, "Now, I know that you have gone through such a terrible experience for someone so young. How about we treat ourselves to some delicious hot chocolate."

Adeline nodded hesitantly and the professor lead her outside of the room.

Diggory Kirke made a silent vow to protect this girl until Aslan willed she return to her fallen home. But for now, Adeline was to remain safe with him.

The professor closed the door to the spare room and locked it shut.

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Thank you all so much for reading the prologue. I know it's long but you should expect that for all my chapters, I love to write.

Comments are welcomed and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

- StoryTeller5678