“Really?” asked doubtful “well, it’s possible but I’ll have to see it to believe it”. Aldara was quite skeptical. She didn’t believe in the things she haven’t seen. It was a miracle that the girl believed in Aslan, because of her philosophy. Some things had changed with time and she was more open-minded but she still was doubtful about a lot of things.
Aldara felt that it was embarrassing for her new friend to share his theories and she avoided a little laugh “okey… I hope to know them one day and see they are true”.
“The Island Star? I’m afraid…” started and Digory made another question that mde her open her eyes wide while he was talking “have you seen a star??!” asked like if she was a kid in a tone a bit loud. The girl looked around and lowered her voice “that’s incredible!”. Digory gave her an old notebook and she took it carefully “oh… I’m sure it’s good”.
Aldara started to read the notebook and herad Digory said something that made her smile, how sweet. “This is…” started while she was finishing “this is brilliant Digory, how have you done this?”. The boy didn’t stop to surprise her, what a genius!
When he said that he liked to study, she understood a lot of things and laughed with him “it’s good to study, I wish I could do it more… And! Be different is fantastic… Be normal as other people is boring”. She had told that to herself all the days of her life, to face better the critics of the others.
“They seem interesting, I wonder if I could find them here… The Mysterious Island calls my attention so so much” said smiling to Digory.
Digory half closed his eyes when he looked at her. It was like she was calling him a liar. But wasn’t Digory the same? He didn’t believe in magic until the day he saw it with his own eyes. But after meeting the great Lion Aslan, he thought anything could be possible, “If it counts I’ve see them with my own eyes,” He said, widening his blue eyes.
He nodded and licked his lips, excited, “I’ve met…” He looked up, counting on his mind, “Three of them, I believe. They have pale skin, use light clothes, have light hair and…” He tilted his head close to Aldara and whispered, like it was a secret, “They glow.” But of course it wasn’t a secret at all.
He shrugged, “Well, I just researched. Used some books and some information I knew,” He smiled a bit, “Since that is what I want to do I thought I should start now.”
He frowned and became silent for a moment. But then he finally decided to broke the silence, “Why don’t you study? There are no public school in Narnia?” And it was the first time he has thinking about it, how narnian schools work? “I’ve always been different. And the sad thing is that people are afraid of the different things, so… you can imagine what happened to me.”
“If I had my copies with me I could lend it to you, but they are in my house in England,” Digory sighed and imagined how all of his books were, if someone was taking care of them while he was gone, “Here in Narnia the only book I have that is from my world is Robin Hood.”
There it was. The 3 of hearts. Right in Digory’s hand.
“I am completely amazed. Though, I expected nothing less from you sweet boy.”
And then she gave a loud clap of applause, and encouraged him to take a bow with the wave of her hands.
A huge smile appeared on his face and he could not stand his gaze on his mother without blushing, so he looked at the floor, where the other cards where. It was a really bad trick. Bad in the meaning that anyone could do it. And it was the best the boy could do. But it didn’t matter now, what mattered was that he and his mother had fun.
His heart raced when she started to clap and then he allowed himself to look at her while he was putting the cards back to the pockets, “Thanks, mom,” He said, “I wish I could do all the tricks for you, but sadly I just now this one,”
Finrod pushed his sunglasses up on his head as he entered the library. The sound of pages flipping from distant corners, the echo of his shoes on the linoleum floor, the tapping and occasional beeping of the computers at the front desk. He approached one of the interns, simultaneously updating new books in the system and tweeting.
“Excuse me, I wonder if you could point out someone for me,” he said in a tone appropriate for a library. “I’m looking for Digory Kirke?” He wasn’t sure he had the name right and waited for her to confirm.
She gave him a flirty smile and tossed her brown hair over her shoulder (or tried to anyway, it was a little short). She nodded and pointed to a table in the corner, surrounded by shelves. “He’s always in the 5 and 600s over there. Science and technology, that’s Digs Kirke.”
He shifted his jacket to his other shoulder. “And that’s why I need him,” he answered in the same sing-song tone, though slightly less confident. He approached the boy - yeah, he did not look 18 - and sat down opposite him, waiting for him to notice and remove his earbuds. Finrod drilled his chocolate brown eyes into Digory’s until he looked over his computer.
It was funny how a quiet boy like Digory could just get lost in a song. Not in this kind of music most of the kids at his age get lost into, but in soundtracks. The Lord of the Rings one was one of his favorites, but he had a lot more in the list. All the soundtracks, of course, were bought. Digory hated piracy, it was a crime.
With his eyes closed he just tried to imagine how it was to be in a movie like The Lord of the Rings. Being Aragorn and having a nice sword, or maybe Legolas and his bow! Oh, the boy was a dreamer after all.
He imagined himself with a sword, killing some orcs. He swung his hands from a side to another, like he had an imaginary sword on his hand. “Dye, dye!” He whispered to himself, and with a laugh he opened his eyes. And quick as a thunder his laugh was gone and his cheeks turned pink. He quickly moved his eyes to his notebook but he was completely lost now. He tried to flip some pages of the mathematics book, as if he was searching for something.
He glared the man in front of him but quickly moved his blue eyes to the book again. Who was this man and why he was sitting in the same table as him without asking? Well, no one ever sat with Digory, actually, but who was him? Digory looked at the man again, his dark eyes always on him.
Well I suppose he wants to talk to me, Digory thought. He closed his Itunes and sighed, directing his gaze to the man, “May I help you, sir?”
In My Arms [listen]; a mix for feeding your mom an apple and tucking someone in goodnight and making toffee cookies
“…and as I watch, you start to grow up
all I can do
is hold you tight.”
01. dearly beloved - yoko shimomura 02. the ellie badge - michael giacchino 03. small palms (piano) - clannad 04. balloon music - jereamy sams 05. secret garden - yoko kanno 06. joys of the heart - brian crain 07. mother’s piano - yuriko nakamura 08. dziecinstwo - robert janson 09. songs my mother taught me (cello) - yo-yo ma 10. in my arms - plumb
The howl spiraled to a halt. The ground rumbled and the white Wolf braced himself. Sniffing, he realized that the fire had doubled in size. It had reached something inflammable.
Rugged cloths of murky black streamed over the water. Like they were summoned by the Wolf’s howl, more and more hags were clamoring into the drowning town, their thin, parched lips moving swiftly, never seeming to stop from casting spells. Gnarled hands hunted through their cloaks for herbs to hurl at a faun’s face or potions to melt a human’s torso. They worked quietly, efficiently, but restricted from killing. Still, beast-like screams followed in their wake.
Bai laughed a bark. He sat, his rump in the cold water, and scratched behind his ear, his attention drawn to the walking corpse’s mate. “Did your mate say he’ll ‘come back’? That’s funny if you’re not on the same side. I’m guessing with all the questions the walking corpse isn’t very good with telling his mate about him being hired by the captain of the Secret Police. Didn’t you know, Daughter of Eve? Your mate is obsessed with dragons. You see, my alpha is very old—he knows stuff that not many know. Like dragons. He knows about dragons. In exchange for my alpha’s wisdom, your mate is going help us take the throne for my Queen. As I said, I’ll put in a good word if you prove yourself worthy here. Then you’ll be together with your mate again. Remember. No killing, just damaging stuff. What do you say? Want to stay with your mate?”
Hind leg pushed down, the white Wolf jumped to his feet, turned, and lunged at a passing human. Fangs, as white as his wet pelt, bore down on the human’s hand, evoking an ear-piercing scream. Looking at the Daughter of Eve, he grinned, blood dripping from his lips, delight intermingling with the red. “Like that. You stop there. Unlike humans, my alpha doesn’t like useless killing. Well, it’s really up to you if you join us. But remember this: if I see you trying to get information from your mate, the Secret Police will find you.”
Bai the omega Wolf stepped over the human and bounded for another victim. He moved to a faun, a dwarf, a human with an axe. He pushed them down to the rising water, still laughing along the way. Hags were antagonizing those who were fleeing. Dwarfs, forsaking their bows, were ransacking houses. At the other end of the town, the Wolf found a school with children filing onto a horse-drawn cart. He ran, his teeth showing. Sliding down, he bit on the horse’s hind leg and, swerving back, he then tackled the cart. Children screamed, some jumped out. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the two Sons of Adam from before. His muscles rippling, Bai tackled the cart again and successfully overturned it.
“I suggest you run, Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve,” he said, his deed done. “It’s more fun that way.”
Her name meant fire because she was meant to be the flame which would destroy the invisible wall between the narnian creatures and the humans. She was the hope that one day the creatures and the humans would live in peace again, as it was when the good old Kings and Queens ruled. Her mother was a dryad, her father, a human from Galma in service of the Telmarines. She was meant to be strong, almost a symbol, of the revolution of Narnia. But now she was just feeling cold and useless. She was feeling she was being lied by the only person that mattered for her know, since the others were gone.
“No!” She said, taking a step away from Dalrod, “You…” her voice cracked as her eyes got covered with tears, “You said you would be there… yesterday, and you lied!” She yelled, but her voice seemed weak, “Why it would be different now?”
And then she got warm, her flame was burning. Dalrod was already hurting her, with words, and she got the desire to hurt him as well. She looked at the white wolf when it spoke. She didn’t like the wolves, they walk near her tree at night, killing the small animals and making noises. Also she was afraid they could kill her.
The Secret Police. Ember had heard about it before, but she could not remember what it was. She looked down, some tears falling from her eyes, but she did not seem sad, neither happy. Who was this Queen? It didn’t matter now. Ember took her old bow. What mattered now was to be someone useful again, maybe a flame again.
“What do I have to do to join?” She asked, not even knowing what exactly she was joining. But something she knew, she would be closer to Dalrod and hurt him as well. “Just damage the people here? Kidnapping maybe?”
Ember ran after the white wolf, not sure of what she should do. She hide behind a tree, as silent as a cat and watched, waiting the moment to atta ck.
The boy could not tell what was scaring him the most. The idea of going with the other kids and leaving John behind, the fire that seemed more dangerous now or the white wolf coming closer them. Digory saw the blood on its mouth and for a moment he thought he would pass away.
And then his eyes caught a girl, quickly hiding behind a tree. Enemy or ally? Digory didn’t have time to think. The white wolf had run to the other children, whom where now screaming. Digory found himself hugging his father, eyes closed, whishing if it had to be now, that doesn’t hurt too bad.
((sorry very small because I needed John’s reply to develop it more :())
Happy 16th Birthday, Asa Butterfield!
it is april 1st in england and it is my FC’s birthday and he is my baby so i’ll leave this here