Slowly my conscious came crawling back as I felt that my right hand was continously being poked with something blunt.
"Hello?"
a deep voice spoke followed by some rustling sound. "Are you okay?" It asked. My eyes slowly fluttered open to see a man's face that was shading me from the bright sunlight, looking down at me. He somehow have horns on his head or was this just me?
Instinct kicked in causing me to be fully awake. Without seconds to waste, I shove myself away from him, making him jolt. I felt something were prickling my hands. I assumed it was grass. I looked down fully aware I wasn't in the library anymore.
So I was right. How strange..
I snapped back into reality as he nervously shifted his position.
"No.. it's okay daughter of Eve. Don't be afraid," He assured as he backed his steps away from me, giving me space. I was taken aback when I saw there was something strange about his legs... it looks like he owned a goat like pair of legs.
Am I in Narnia or something?
"Forgive me if I had startled you," He said as he gazed at me, waking me from my thoughts.
"Who are you?" I hesitantly asked.
A warm smile crept on his face as he answered my question. "I'm Thomas and as you can see here," He said as he gestured his body.
"I'm a Satyr,"
My eyes widened as I let out a gasp. So my guess was right..
"... and you're in a land called Narnia or as we called it..home. Where Queen Susan, Queen Lucy, King Peter and King Edmund rule." He stated proudly.
His last statement actually blew my mind out. How did I get here?
Then it hit me...hard.
That book.
I silently cursed.
"You know..." He continued, brushing off the awkward silence. "You're not the only one I found today," He grinned.
He narrowed his gaze behind me. I turned my head to see a boy around my age was sitting on a a shading spot a few meters away, quietly studying me. His expression showed no emotion. Judging by the way he dressed, he was definitly from my world.
I turned back at the satyr. "Who's he?" I impatiently asked. He stayed silent, making me more impatient by the minutes.
"The son of Adam called himself as Brent Dylan... he said he is from somewhere in a faraway land called California... "
That actually caught me off guard. He was from California? Whoa. My friend, Cat lived there too, I guess this Brent Dylan was the same guy Cat mentioned yesterday.
Within seconds, I came bursting into laughter. "Seriously? how great of fate playing jokes on us." I thought to myself, I mentally pitied him of what he has gone through.
"Must've been quiet a ride," I blurted as I smirked, puzzeling Thomas.
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A quick update for my lovely readers! Anyway, I am so happy today! The Terfaktab official facebook page finally replied my msg. I asked them if I could submit any of my work to be published, and they said yes I could. Yepiee!! hence, I'm going to re-edit this version into another story.
The title won't change. But the story plot would. I'm just going to do a teen fiction of it. *Finger crossed* and cut the narnia part. Should I cut it though?
anyways, I hope they'll like it! Cheereoss! ♡
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Mya was dared(Narnian Fanfiction)
Fanfiction{ warning: i wrote this 3 years ago. So there will be errors everywhere. Read with your own risk} = This story takes place during King Peter was the ruler along with his siblings = A girl named Wilma was accidently nicknamed as Mya by a boy who she...
