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VARIATION ON L.W.W [ story 5 ] Two Meetings and Many Games I arrived back from London, the situation I was facing had died down and I was able to return to Oxford’s dreaming spires – damn the stuff was affecting me now! I went to the attic and opened the trunk. CSL had a hard time (no pun intended) with this story; he wanted more from his characters but the publishers seemed to direct him in a different, more relaxed way, there was less descriptions, leaving more to the reader’s imagination. As normal I found there was a letter at the back of this envelope, and I’d decided to read it later As CSL wrote in a preface to these sheets. It’s astounding, I have a perfectly good working story but those butchers seemed to delight in pulling it to bits … I’ve a good mind to write something about the stupidity of man, but not just at the moment I must try to see their side of the argument, which is very blinkered indeed. The things an author must do for the sake of his readers, whoever they may be! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Peter, Lucy and Susan were running with the Beavers towards Cair Paravel, hearing a sleigh near them they hid in a small cave hidden by a clump of trees. Listening out for any sound of the White Witch or her wolves. The sleigh drew closer and closer and then stopped! For a few minutes there was silence and the children began to get worried, “I’m going to take a look!” Peter said softly “No Peter, you can’t!” Susan said holding onto his arm Lucy was holding his legs, “You’ve got to stay with us.” She was saying. Mr. Beaver looked at his wife and gave her a kiss, “I’ll go, they won’t hurt me too much, but you three have to get to the stone table and let Aslan know about your brother, if anyone can help you he will.” Mr Beaver said and then left the cave. The was a pause and then a gasp, and then… “Come on, it’s perfectly safe!” Mr. Beaver called out. The three children and the Beaver looked at each other and then Peter gave a shrug and got up from his seated position, he led the party out of the cave and into the sunlight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Edmund was angry, angry at himself for believing the Witch to whose sleigh he was currently following, a sleigh that was having problems with the terrain it was travelling on. “Use the whip on them!” The White Witch commanded the dwarf. “It’s useless! It’s not them it’s the land, there’s not enough snow to run on.” Ginarrbrik said. “What do you mean, it’s just a small thaw, and it will snow again!” The White Witch said. A small flower was showing in the grass and a bird started chirping. Ginarrbrik shook his head, “This ain’t a thaw … this is Spring!” He said The White Witch shook her head, “No, it isn’t. It can’t be! … That would mean that …” The Witch struck Ginarrbrik on the head. “You will never mention that again!” She said. “Of course, your majesty.” Ginarrbrik said nodding his head. Edmund looked around at the dripping water coming from the trees and the green buds that were being displayed. ‘She’s wrong, it is Spring! She’s beaten.’ He thought to himself. “Ginarrbrik, get the prisoner, we’re going to walk to the Stone Table!” The Witch said and adjusted her coat as she walked down the track. “Come on useless one, get moving!” Ginarrbrik said as he pushed Edmund behind the Witch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lucy looked at the person with awe in her eyes; she turned to Peter with her hands on her hips! “You told me he doesn’t exist!” She said angrily. The person in question gave a laugh, “It’s alright Lucy, after some time I move away from children who are too old, and their parents take over the duty, I don’t mind as it allows me to concentrate on the younger children. Now Lucy come here and sit on my lap.” Father Christmas – for it was him – smiled at Lucy and sat down on his sleigh, with a bound Lucy was sitting on his leg, he put one arm behind her and the other rested on her knee. “Now Lucy, I have a gift for you,” he took his hand from her knee and reached into a large sack. “This is a magic cordial, a single drop will revive any person, no matter how badly injured he is, I also have this …” He produced a small dagger, “But I don’t want you to have to use it, girls shouldn’t be involved in wars.” He said. Lucy took the two gifts and then kissed Father Christmas on his lips, she wasn’t surprised as he moved his hand back onto her knee and then it moved higher up until it met her bare vagina. “Lucy you have been naughty haven’t you?” Father Christmas whispered into her ear. Lucy blushed and then nodded her head, “Such a nice sweet child.” Father Christmas said and then pushed a finger into Lucy’s pussy, removing it and then put it into his mouth tasting her juices on it. “Yes, a very sweet child indeed. What else have you learnt?” He asked her. Lucy raised herself up and whispered into his ear, “Ho, ho, ho. Will you do that for me?” He asked her opening his legs wide. Lucy looked back at Peter and Susan who seemed to be frozen, “Don’t worry about them, I’ve just stopped time except for you and me, that’s how I’m able to deliver presents to everyone.” He said. Lucy just smiled up at him and then dived her head between his legs finding his erect cock, she looked at it, it was large and purple, she smelt it – it was so different from Edmund’s and then she opened her mouth and engulfed his penis. Father Christmas closed his eyes as Lucy administered to his cock, “Oh yes Lucy, you’re really a good girl.” He said as she started bobbing her head up and down. After a few minutes Father Christmas put his hands behind Lucy’s head, holding her down as he moved his hips, fucking her face with his cock, Lucy tried to struggle but then gave up as she knew Father Christmas wouldn’t deliberately hurt her and so she concentrated on breathing through her nose as the Christmas phallus drove into her throat. “Ho … HO …. HO!” Father Christmas said as he inundated Lucy’s mouth with his sperm, Lucy licked her lips as the, now deflated penis, was removed, ‘tastes like Christmas pudding.’ Lucy thought afterwards. “You are a very good girl Lucy, I’ve a good mind to really see to you next Christmas when you’re at home.” Father Christmas said as he readjusted his clothing, he pulled Lucy onto his lap again and then Lucy could hear the birds singing. “Come on Lucy, he’s given you your present, it’s Susan’s turn.” Peter called to her. Father Christmas smiled, “That’s right, shouldn’t take too long, you know.” He said and allowed Lucy to stand; as she started to walk away Father Christmas raised the back of her skirt and patted her naked bottom. Lucy gave a start but then looked back at her latest hero; she gave a smile and then ran towards Peter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Father Christmas looked at Susan, “You’re not sure about me are you Susan.” He said, she blushed and started to speak but he held up his hand, “That’s alright; at your age you can’t help it. But I can give you something as well.” Susan sat down as Lucy had but Father Christmas’s hand was already under her skirt and was rubbing her pussy, making her moist. She glanced to where Lucy was showing Peter her dagger, but neither of them were moving and the birds were not singing!! “Now Susan, I know that you are no longer a virgin, and so you won’t mind if I received a present from you?” He asked her. Susan wondered what he meant, but then found herself naked on his lap. “What did you do?” She asked. He laughed, “Ho, ho, ho. I just stopped your time and undressed you; you have a lovely body Susan Pevensie.” He took her hand and allowed her to lie down on the mossy ground; it was as comfortable as any bed. She watched as Father Christmas removed his robe revealing his naked body underneath, although, with the robe, he looked overlarge his body itself was muscled and lean. “I have to give a misleading image to the world.” He said as he removed his false beard. The man looked very young and his smile was so entrancing that Susan held out her arms to him and pulled him down to her. “I didn’t believe in you.” She said to him a smile on her lips. He smiled, “That’s alright Susan, I believe in you and that is all that matters, here comes one present.” And he lowered himself into Susan, his long cock separating her labia major lips, pass the minor lips and into her body. She raised her hips to his so that she could feel his shaft sliding into her, “Oh you feel so nice.” She said rubbing her hands over his back. “And you are still nice and tight Susan, I’m sure you give pleasure to all the boys who have you.” Father Christmas said as he began moving in and out of her. “I … I … only been with Peter.” She said and then gasped as he gave a deep push into her, “And … and … Professor Digory…” She quickly said. “Well I’m sure you’ll be the hit of your school, with all the boys.” He said. Susan shook her head as her body reacted to this mating, “”No, no … it’s a boarding school, only girls … Lucy’s going to go there with me after … after …afterrrrrr.” She wailed as her orgasm struck her. The youth, who was Father Christmas, smiled at her. “Then you’ll have something to teach the other girls, practise on Lucy when you can.” He said, and then he held onto Susan and turned over so that she was now above him. She instinctively knew what to do, and positioned herself so that she was now straddling the youth on whose cock she was impaled on. “Ho. Ho. HO, Susan you are a very good girl.” He said and reached up, squeezing her young breasts, pulling on them to bring her down to his face which she started to kiss. Then she had another orgasm during which she could feel his cock pumping its jizm up into her. “I wish I’d given you a child, but that is for another to do.” He said. Before she knew anything else she was now fully dressed and Father Christmas was back into his normal garb. He pulled her onto his lap and then Susan could hear Lucy and Peter talking. “For you Susan I have this.” Father Christmas said and handed her a bow and a quiver full of arrows. “What happened to ‘war is not for girls’” She said slightly mockingly. “So it isn’t, but you should be allowed to defend yourself and others, with this bow you will find that you’ll always hit your target, use it wisely.” He said to her then with a small kiss on her cheek he stood her up to return to Lucy and Peter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Father Christmas sat back on his sleigh and beckoned Peter over; the boy looked at his sisters and then walked to the sleigh. “Now Peter, I have a gift for you which you will use at all times, it is for the defence of your family and this world.” He said and, reaching into his sack produced a sword and shield, the symbol on the shield was of a lion – Peter knew this was Aslan. “I will urge you to learn to use this, it will be your duty to your family and to the people of this land … now I have a request of you.” F.C. said and then Peter noticed that everything was quiet. “What’s happening? And what do you want of me?” Peter asked worriedly. F.C. laughed, “Every time a child notices they ask me that question, it’s part of my gift and so don’t worry about that. Now Peter I would ask if I could use a part of your body.” F.C. said and looked at Peter in the eyes. Somehow Peter couldn’t pull away from those eyes they seemed to promise great pleasure and no pain, and so he nodded. “Good! I knew you’d agree.” F.C. said and before Peter could say anything he found all his clothes were on the floor. “I didn’t want to waste any more time.” F.C. said with a twinkle in his eyes. Peter noticed that he remained dressed. F.C. noticed his look, “I’m sure you’re not used to a full homosexual encounter, so I’m going to just give you a treat.” He said and then Peter found himself being lifted into the air so that his hips were at the man’s head. Looking down he could see several small people, elves Peter assumed, holding him, “Don’t worry about them, they’re just my little helpers.” F.C. said with a laugh. Peter didn’t say anything but he was worried just in case they did anything else, and then his fears were quashed as F.C. approached him and blew on his cock. Immediately Peter felt himself becoming erect, and then F.C. opened his mouth and sucked Peter’s cock into his mouth, Peter gave a groan as he was engulfed by this man, he felt the beard and moustache tickling his balls, Peter hadn’t ejaculated since before he’d entered the wardrobe and by this time his balls were quite full, but the thought of a man sucking him seemed to dampen the effect. Until he felt something entering his anus, he looked down to see an elf, with a mischievous smile on its lips, pushing his middle finger up into him massaging Peter’s prostate gland. Then Peter gave a groan as this added stimulation made him spurt into the man’s mouth, the man swallowed the load and then sucked Peter’s cock clean before moving back. “Yes, very tasty, I can see what Susan sees in you Peter, but you must give Lucy a chance to taste it.” Then Father Christmas looked into Peter’s eyes again, “And I would charge you to treat your brother better than you have done in the past, I know you’re worried about him, but … no, I can’t say anymore.” “Please tell me, will I see Edmund again?” Peter asked but received no answer, “Please tell me!” He persisted. “I cannot … I’m not allowed to tell you about the future that is for you to discover for yourself! Now …” There was a feeling of oddness and Peter found that he was dressed again, holding onto his sword and shield. “…I have a further gift to bestow.” He said. Peter walked back to Susan and Lucy both of whom had knowing smiled on their lips, “Now you Mr and Mrs. Beaver, come here.” Father Christmas ordered, cautiously the two Beavers approached him. This time the children noticed a change and realised that the time had been stopped for just them and the world. The two Beavers looked flush and Mrs. Beaver coat seemed very shiny. “I will put a new sewing machine and a crib into your lodge.” Father Christmas said. “But I’ve locked the door, you won’t get…” Mr. Beaver said but was stopped by a laugh from Father Christmas. “Locks and doors mean naught to me; I’ve undone many a chastity belt in my time, now farewell and A Merry Christmas to you all.” Father Christmas said and then his sleigh moved away, unhampered by the lack of snow. The children waved goodbye to the disappearing form and then Lucy looked at Peter, “What’s a chastity belt?” She asked and was most annoyed when Peter looked at Susan and they both laughed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Edmund was used to being dragged by this dwarf and tried to keep up, but the White Witch was striding away towards a distance target. Their trek was interrupted by the sounds of laughter and merry-making, when they turned a corner they found a table laid out with a banquet of food, there were many talking animals seated around it. “Hi there,” An obviously drunken hare said holding up a chalice of mead, “Come and join the festivities!” He said – he hadn’t recognised the White Witch in his state. The Witch was furious. “WHAT IS THIS. HOW DARE YOU BE MERRY IN MY PRESENCE!” She shouted out. “But … but we were toasting your majesties health.” A weasel said grovellingly. “WHO GAVE YOU THIS FOOD?” The Witch asked. “F… f… father… Father Christmas!” A mouse cried out. The Witch went even whiter than before. “YOU LIE … TELL ME YOU LIE AND I’LL LET YOU LIVE!” The Witch said brandishing her wand. “It was … It was. Father Christmas gave us this food and told us to enjoy the Christmas spirit.” A dormouse squeaked. The Witch gave a wordless cry and the wand moved, “NO!” Edmund cried out and tried to stop her but Ginarrbrik pulled on the rope holding him and he fell to the ground. The Witch turned to Edmund. “Never try to stop me again, or I’ll forget why you are here!” She said and then walked past the several statues and the stoned food. Edmund looked at the group; faces etched in fear, and shuddered. He had helped this to happen! It was all due to his greed and anger. It was his fault that the Witch was doing this. He decided and then realised that if he could he would fight this evil person, even if it meant his death. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “So Lucy what did he do to you?” Susan asked her sister as they walked along behind the Beavers. Lucy gave a smile and looked to see that Peter wasn’t listening, “Well he let me suck him off, and it was wonderful.” Lucy said and they both giggled. “How did he look to you?” Susan asked “Just like his pictures, fat and large but his cock was just the right size for me to keep in my mouth.” Lucy said and then looked at her sister, “Why, what did he do to you?” She asked. Susan blushed and then also looked to see if Peter was near, “Well all of a sudden I was naked and he was undressing, but it was all padding. He was a young man and his cock was just the right size for me.” She giggled and Lucy giggled with her. Peter, however, was lost in his thoughts, the effects that Father Christmas had on him surprised him and although it wasn’t something he’d normally do, there was a part of him that wondered what it would be like to suck a boy off? But he didn’t want to say that in front of the girls, and there wasn’t anyone else to talk to. They crested a hill and then the Beavers waved the children over, “There’s the Stone Table!” Mr. Beaver said, and indeed there was a large table which was surrounded by a city of tents, near the middle was an extra large tent. Banners were flying all of which had a golden lion image on them. In the city/camp were creatures of various forms, Centaurs, Fawns, Dwarfs, Giants, Human looking people – although they weren’t humans – as well as animals. All were working at forges or practicing sword-play. The children entered the city/camp and were regarded by the creatures as they passed, Lucy whispered to Susan, “Why are they looking at us like that?” Susan looked around and then whispered back, “Maybe we look strange to them!” She said and the two girls giggled. Peter looked back at them, “Be serious, we need them to get Edmund free.” He said quietly. And the two girls schooled their looks. By the great tent was a Centaur, he bowed to them. “Welcome Son of Adam, Daughters of Eve, we have been awaiting your arrival. Permit me to introduce you to Aslan. A breath went through the crowd of beasts and people behind the children and everyone went down onto their knees as the Centaur blew on a trumpet. Peter looked at his sisters and then drew his sword, holding it out before him in salute to a monarch as Lucy and Susan curtsey. A low growl and padding of feet announced the arrival of Aslan, how can I describe him? As a Lion, yes! But what a Lion! He was the embodiment of how Lions should be. Imposing and large, his face showing a calmness and yet there was a touch of impending doom about him, not for him but anyone who dared to bring on his wrath. “Welcome Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve … but where is your brother?” Aslan said. “He has gone to the White Witch your majesty; he’s tried to betray them!” Mrs. Beaver said which brought a gasp from the crowd. Aslan looked sadly at the three children, “Is this true?” He asked them. “Err. … Well … you see…” Susan began but Peter spoke up. “It was my fault Sir; he ran away and is under the power of the White Witch.” Peter said looking at the Lion and finding that he couldn’t look away. “Why did he run away?” Aslan asked in that calm voice. “I wouldn’t listen to him and he blamed me whenever something went wrong, I just moaned at him and ignored him, he didn’t have anyone to turn to for help.” Peter said. The Lion nodded, “Come with me Peter.” He said and turned to walk towards a cliff face.” Peter looked at his sisters who could only look back, he was the one asked for not either of the girls. And so Peter walked up to and with the Lion. I don’t know what they spoke about but when they returned Susan and Lucy could see that there was a new resolve in their brother, a steeliness that hadn’t been there before. Peter turned to face Aslan. “Command me and I will follow.” He said in a loud voice. “You will take control of this army; you will fight the White Witch and afterwards take your places in the thrones at Cair Paravel. This is your destiny and your right. Without you the land of Narnia is lost” Aslan said. “But Aslan I’ve never commanded an army before, I don’t know what to do?” Peter said all confidence fading. “You will know when the time is right, never fear.” Aslan said with a laugh in his voice. Then he turned to Susan and Lucy. “Daughters of Eve come with me into my tent. Son of Adam I think you need to practise your swordsmanship.” Aslan said and paced into his tent. Susan and Lucy looked at each other and then walked towards the flap of the tent where the Lion waited for them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Come in children.” The lion’s voice was soft and inviting so the two girls entered the tent, “Lucy and Susan it is nice to meet you.” He said and rolled over onto his back. The two girls giggled and ran to him, rubbing his soft under-fur and hearing his soft growling purr. “Lucy move your body to my muzzle.” Aslan said and the girl, forgetting all the stories about lions eating young girls, did as he asked, “Raise you dress child.” She heard and did so. Aslan extended his mouth and licked at her pussy causing instant pleasure to her with each lick. Soon she gave a shudder and felt that rough but velvet-like tongue licking up the juices that she was pouring out of her pussy. The sensations were so much that she fainted from the pleasure. Susan watched enviously as her sister was overcome and collapsed, this was what she had dreamed about ever since Peter had sneaked into her bed that first night. She shook her head as she heard Aslan talking to her, “Susan, can you show me how much you love me?” She thought for a minute and then gave a smile as she moved down the torso of the Lion. She regarded the member of the Lion, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to accept this inside her but she still approached it, she raised her body up and realised that if it did enter her she would be split apart, never to be whole again, but then it would have been worth it. “Susan STOP!” The command was such that Susan couldn’t resist it and froze in place, her pussy inches from the shaft that was her doom and pleasure. “Thank you Daughter of Eve, but that isn’t what I require.” Aslan said and his paws held her and pulled her close to the muzzle of the beast. “I want to give you what Lucy allowed me to do to her.” Aslan said to the elder girl. Susan felt so secure in the paws of this Lion that she didn’t care what happened, although she knew that these paws could, in seconds, become lethal claws that could rend and maim her body. She closed her eyes and allowed the beast, including the one inside her, to take control, the first swipe of Aslan’s tongue on her pussy was intense, she could feel some of her pussy hair being removed with that movement, but she didn’t even register the pain. Aslan kept on licking her pubic-mound until she was as smooth as Lucy, then Susan felt another sensation as Aslan concentrated on her pussy and clitoris, she reached out and felt his fur as she held onto his snout. “Gently Susan, gently.” She heard and released her hands. Aslan then began flicking his tongue deep into Susan’s pussy making the girl call out in her pleasure, a pleasure that built and built until she couldn’t take anymore, she screamed out and then she passed out. Aslan sucked at the fluid that was pouring out of Susan’s pussy, “A tasty drink indeed.” Aslan said and gently placed the sleeping girl beside her sister. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Witch had now decided that this wasn’t just a little thaw she turned to her chief of Police, “Maugrim I want you to find those other three children, and then I want you to kill them, or as many as you can! I don’t want those four thrones occupied by anyone!” She said. Maugrim gave a snarl and then a howl. A howl that was echoed by his brethren, they turned and loped away towards the Stone Table, the Witch gave a smile and then looked to where Edmund was tied to a tree, “Soon Edmund you won’t have to worry about what your brother and sisters think of you!” She said and walked towards him Ginarrbrik smiled as he watched his mistress untie the gag that blocked Edmund’s mouth. “Please I’m thirsty, can I have a drink?” He begged. The Witch gently stroked his face, “Of course Edmund, in fact I’ll personally give you a drink, but you’ll have to earn it.” She said and then raised her grey gown displaying her aging pussy, all flabby and ugly. “Lick me Edmund and you may live a few minutes longer.” She said. Edmund tried to turn away but the Witch grabbed hold of his head and then rubbed her pussy onto his nose and mouth. “Please … uummghh!” Edmund said as his mouth was taken. He couldn’t breath and was suffocating, then he felt a whip on his ass, he screamed out and the Witch gave a shudder as his muffled voice vibrated on her parts. “That’s it Ginarrbrik, hit him again and again until I cum.” The Witch directed her servant. Ginarrbrik gave an evil smile and started whipping Edmund at regular intervals, he wanted to hurt the boy, not allowing him to give his mistress pleasure, so he delayed as much as he could. But Edmund had now learnt how the Witch received pleasure and realised the lesson that the Professor had given him. He began moving his mouth on the Witch’s pussy licking along the open slit and into the rubbery interior – the stench made him feel sick but he couldn’t move away from her, so he held back his vomit and carried on. The Witch gave a smile as she felt his tongue on her, he was almost as good as Ginarrbrik, but not good enough, the dwarf had been trained by her to serve her in all ways, and was good at his work. So although he was doing as well as he could, she couldn’t allow him to bring her off, and so she concentrated and felt her bladder release it’s load into Edmund’s mouth. Edmund tasted the acrid liquid and went to move away, but the Witch held him close and wouldn’t release him, he had no choice but to swallow. Ginarrbrik laughed when he realised what Edmund was receiving and then started to use the whip liberally on the defenceless boy. When the Witch had finished she moved back from Edmund, his face was soaking wet with her urine, “There you are boy, a drink from your queen! It may be the last one you ever have!” she said with a sneer. “Ginarrbrik, he’s yours for the next few minutes.” She said and walked away from the pair. Ginarrbrik gave an evil laugh as he undid the tie on his trousers, releasing his cock, he pulled Edmund over a root, making sure that his hands and legs were still tied, and then pulled the boys’ trousers and pants off of him, giving the dwarf full access to the boys’ bottom. “I wanted to do this ever since you returned boy!” He spat into Edmund’s ear and then pushed his hips forward, impaling Edmund’s anus on his penis. Edmund screamed out as he was reamed by the dwarf’s shaft, it was knobbly and rough, and Edmund’s anus wasn’t lubricated, except by his blood that began to drip from him. “Don’t hurt him, too badly Ginarrbrik, I want him alive when I get to the Stone Table.” The Witch said. “He’ll be alive, but hurting!” Ginarrbrik said and began pumping away oblivious to Edmund’s moans and pleadings. The last thing Edmund felt was the rough bark of the room he was bent over and the pain in his rectum as Ginarrbrik pushed inside him, he didn’t feel the hot jizm forcing it’s way into his body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Susan and Lucy found themselves in each others arms, they looked into their sister’s eyes and smiled, a smile of shared pleasure. “Wasn’t he wonderful?” Lucy said dreamily. Susan nodded, “Oh yes, I wouldn’t mind him doing that to me again.” She said softly which made Lucy giggle. “I’m all sticky, I wonder where we can have a bath?” Lucy said. A dryad came into the tent and looked at them, “Your majesties I overheard your question, there is a lovely stream just outside the camp, none of the males would dream of disturbing you should you want to go there.” She said walking to a chest in which she removed two large towels, towels that would circle Susan twice and Lucy would be completely hidden in them. “Shall I show you the way?” She offered. “Oh yes please.” Said Lucy and Susan smiled in agreement. As they went to leave the tent the Dryad indicated to Susan’s horn. “Don’t forget to take that, you never know if you will need it.” She said and Susan picked it up. They told some of the talking beasts where they were going and for what reason, they were assured that none would follow them and that they would ensure that the girl’s privacy would be assured. The dryad removed the gown she was wearing and entered the water, “Come on in it’s wonderful.” She said, “The springs are clear and pure.” She added. Susan and Lucy looked around and then to each other before both smiled, they hung the towels on branches and then undressed. Naked they stood on the bank of the water, Lucy gave a giggle and then pushed her sister into the water. As her body went into the water Susan gave a shriek, it was almost freezing cold! She jumped out of the water and chased after her sister, “Why you little …” She said as she caught Lucy’s arm, then spun her sister over and threw her into the water. But Lucy kept her hands on Susan’s arm and she pulled her sister in with her. Now both girls shrieked and giggled as they played in the water, the dryad clapping her hands with glee at their play. After a few minutes of this both girls decided that it was time to get out and to dry themselves, the dryad declined as she was still drinking from the water – Dryads, being related to trees didn’t feel the cold as people do. Susan pulled a towel down and handed it to Lucy, “I wish I knew how we’re going to get Edmund back.” She said as she pulled the second towel from the branch. “I wouldn’t worry about him, you’ve enough to think about.” Said Maugrim as the towel revealed his hiding place. Both girls screamed out and tried to run but the wolves had encircled the pond giving them no escape. “Take them, use them and then kill them!” Maugrim said outloud so that the girls began to panic. Without thinking Susan picked up her horn and gave it a blow, a melodic sound made itself heard. Susan grabbed hold of Lucy and placed her onto the branches of a nearby tree, the dryad tried to help her but a wolf managed to pin her to the ground. Susan scrambled to the lower branches and then helped Lucy to climb higher, somehow branches seemed to be just in reach for the girls but not for the wolves who started circling the trees watching their prey. As they were safe for the moment Susan brought the horn to her mouth again and this time gave several blasts that sounded throughout the glade and reached the Stone Table. But would help arrive? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Mr. Lewis, I take it our previous missives were ignored by you! We cannot accept this as it is written! To hint that Father Christmas would even indulge in such practises goes against all reasonable tastes. If we may suggest that if you have to include this character that you allow him to just give the children gifts. And this Aslan character must it be a lion? If only because a lion is a fearful object to children. My dear CS, please read the guidelines that we’ve agreed on or we may have to take further steps. Yours sincerely Fools, buffoons! Just what do they think they’re doing? This is my story not theirs! But for the sake of a few pounds I’ll have to re-write the lot again, maybe I will change the Father Christmas part, and not mention Lucy and Susan with Aslan, but the Lion will remain! I’m adamant about that part as well, I’ll have a reason for that. I’m certain that someday my real story will be found and printed, then I’ll show them all! |