They had told her she couldn’t die. They hadn’t told her how much it would hurt. She was used to hunger, used to cold, used to loneliness, but she wasn’t used to dying. It was something that happened to others, something she’d do to others, not herself.

A/N: I do not own any phrases or words that might have been taken from C.S. Lewis’ epic masterpiece and do not wish to.
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“Aslan?” I called out with puzzlement. “Aslan, where are you?”
There was no reply.
I sank down on my knees onto the lush green grass and thought to myself, What did I get myself into? So that was reason why I was brought into Narnia?! Since when did I become so special? I forced myself to think about other things. It’s so peaceful in Narnia.
“Not for long,” a voice in my head said.

(A/N) As I always say… “Every true “Narnian” will know and recognize C.S. Lewis’ words and phrases.”
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It seemed as if time had stopped. We couldn’t help but just stare and stare at the Stone Table—it felt like something was keeping us from removing our eyes away from it.

Perhaps because it’s the Stone where Aslan will die on?

“I feel like I can stare at the Stone Tables forever,” said Susan breathlessly. “All those strange symbols and foreign writings on it gives me such a curious and trilling sensation!”

                 ~Part II~

              Chapter Four

Please note: When I was reading over this chapter, I realized that I sounded like I BELIEVED in magic and i tell you, that is NOT the case. As you read this, please keep in mind that I'm writing fantasy and that I DON'T believe in magic at all!

Also, any words or phrases that may have been quoted from C.S. Lewis’ book or the Movie are not mine and Every true “Narnian” should recognize them.

Other than that, enjoy and God Bless You!

A noise echoes down the corridor. "Ah, that would be the phone. I'll leave you ladies to talk, get things sorted out." The Doctor practically leaps from the bench and runs out of the room.

I turn to a display of 12th –century illuminated manuscripts, but River grabs my left arm and twists it behind my back. "So maybe it wasn't your idea to be my clone, but I swear I will never let you take my place. You do anything—you look at him the wrong way—and you will pay."

"That's rich coming from you—the woman who kills him."

The final chapters :) Pretty soon I'll be posting a story my brother wrote several years ago. It's pretty funny, at least I think it is.
Enjoy!

CHAPTER THREE

Disclaimer: I own Thomas, the technician, and all the other NCK workers. Nothing else.

Summary: What really happened to Ribaldi? It’s dark at the beginning.
A/N: I meant to put this on Fanfiction.net, but I didn't know how to create the category.