Hey Friends! Since I am home schooled I am taking a writing class at a local home school co-op. So far, it is really fun, and I am learning a lot. Anyways, my grandmother asked me to post one of the papers/stories I turned in so she could read it. For my class we are reading "The Magicians Nephew" by C.S Lewis. Jadis is the Queen of Narnia and and the story is written in the point of view of her sister. I hope you enjoy it.
Just
Five Words
“What!” I
shout. How could one scroll, bearing
five words, bring so much terror into one’s
eyes? My name is Queen Emerald, or at least it
should be. Cautiously, Jadis skims the
will. My
father’s will for that matter. He died suddenly last week and left his enormous
kingdom to us.
This kingdom lies resting between two mountains in
the land of Charn. Beside me, my
sister’s
face is glowing, and her eyes are sparkling. Obviously, she read a certain part of the
will; the
part that issues this kingdom to her. Well, I don’t intend to give up without a
fight! We stand
there, glaring at each other. She knows why I am furious, and that’s why
she is too. For I know
the code. I
was taught it at an early age by my father.
When spoken, this code can vanish all
living things.
All except the one who commands it.
For what
seems like hours, we quarrel. Madly, I
tell her how I think I deserve to inherit the
kingdom,
because after all, I am more mature. “Who
knows the code?” I state mockingly.
Jadis
gapes at me
looking horrified. “You wouldn’t dare!”
she says. Now let me remind you, at this
point, she is
looking quite uneasy. “I would unless…”
my voice trails off. “Unless what!” she
screams at
me. Obviously, she understands what I
imply: “…unless you pass the kingdom to its
rightful queen”, I proclaim forcefully. Her eyes became glazed over, and her face
appeared as if
in great
thought. Minutes ticked by, and a loud
bell rang out a piercing noise. “War.”
Jadis
replied. She spoke it with such confidence I became
slightly alarmed. Before I could
protest,
she swiftly
walked down the long corridor, and into a room.
With great effort, I strain to hear
the low murmur of voices. Reentering, she slips a thick piece of paper
onto the wooden desk,
and then
retreats back again. I peer over to see what
it reads: “I hereby declare war!”
The words
sting me like a needle pricking my finger. Suddenly, it was like a switch was
flicked on
inside me. Every bone in my body cringed
with anger and before I knew it, I found
myself on a
towering hill, trying my best to dodge arrows that are forcefully hurdling
their way
toward me. My army may not be the best; that would
explain why we are losing. I am just
about to give
up, when I remember the code. All of the
sudden, the words - those deceiving
words that
made me miserable - start flowing out of my mouth. The last letter tumbles out and
then, I don’t
know how to feel. There is an immense
wind followed by the disappearance of the
sun; rain
starts pouring down, and the war cries become silent; all because of five
words. I am
the only one
left.
