High King for a High Queen: Narnia/Peter Pev...
My name is Alianora. I am the Daughter of Aslan, Granddaughter of the Emperor Over the Sea, Protector of Narnia. It sounds pretty impressive when I say it like that, but really, it's not that great. When Jadis, also known as the White Witch, took over Narnia. I could do nothing but run, disobeying a direct order from my father, which was to keep Narnia safe from her. My father always treated me as more of a soldier than a daughter, which makes me slightly bitter, but I do my best for Narnia. He never seems to know how to act around me. What do I look like? Well, I have golden eyes and blonde hair from my father, and black streaks representing my lioness form. I am a black lioness, with the ability to keep clothing when I change back and forth from animal forms, and an unclaimed lady of Narnia, not to mention the daughter of Aslan. Basically, I am the rarest thing in Narnia, or really anywhere in this realm. I have stayed hidden from Jadis, quietly protecting Narnia the best I can, as her magic weakens my powers of magic and the elements. I do not use my title, partially because I was never claimed by my father, and partially because I hate using something like that to prompt people to do something. These days, the woods are dangerous, but there is a feeling in the air. Something is about to happen, something that has not been for over a hundred years.
Any parts of this story you recognize do not belong to me, as I only own my characters and storyline. All other credit goes to C.S. Lewis. Any similarities to other authors are unintentional.