Tina enjoyed a day with the Pevensies, just doing all the stuff that kids liked to do. When they day was done, she went back with them to camp, where she saw Alsan again. She ran over to him, hugging him as tight as she could. Aslan smiled, and led her to his tent for a 'talk', as her called it.
When they were inside, Tina was the first one to speak. "So, Aslan. What do you mean by 'chosen one'?" Aslan was a bit taken aback, but then smiled.
"Now, then. Who told you that you were my chosen one?"
Tina dozed off again. She smiled, as she remembered Aslan's kind eyes, and his radiance. Oh, it was magnificent. She had read in the books that Aslan was in this world, but he just had a different name. Tina decided then and there that she would make it her mission to find out what Aslan's name in this world was. Then she slept.
She was awoken by someone shaking her. She yawned and turned over. Looking back at her were four children. "Who are you?" Tina asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Soon, the Stone Table was in sight. Aslan was running as fast as her could, with all his beasts behind him. He didn't slow down as he approached the Table. He stopped suddenly, jerking Tina forward. She found herself back in bed, with her grandpa still reading. No time had passed.
"Grandpa, grandpa!"Tina exclaimed. "You'll never guess where I've just been!"
"What do you mean, sweetie?" her grandfather asked, but Tina noticed a mysterious twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, grandpa, I've just been to Narnia!"
Tina sat there, crying. A great emptiness and helplessness filled her. This simply made her cry even harder. She still clung to the hope that this was Narnia, that Aslan was real, and he would somehow get her out of this mess. She called out again, but this time, she actually spoke. "Oh, Aslan. Help me. Please help me. I'm stuck and need help. Please come and get me out of here." Then she started crying again. Her world seemed to be closing in on her. She thought back to the book. She thought of the descriptions of Aslan. All she wanted right now was to be back home in...
Tina heard the bells again. This time they came from behind her. She knew that hiding in the trees wouldn't do any good. So she started heading for the bushes where Lucy had gone through. But the sleigh pulled up. It parked in such a way that the bushes were blocked. Tina gulped, and took a step back. "Well, well, well." The White Witch had an evil grin on her face. If looks could kill, Tina would have dropped to the ground. "I told you I would come back!" Tina decided the best thing to do would be to run. She turned on her heel and began running as fast as she could. "Cease her!"
Tina felt the tug of magic, and she knew that she was headed back to Narnia. She didn't know how she knew, she just...knew. She leaped up from her bed and grabbed a nice thick coat, and slipped into shoes and socks. "Tina, sweetie, what are you doing?"
"Don't ask grandpa, just wrap your coat tightly around yourself and keep reading." But her grandpa just sat there. He knew what Tina was doing. He , himself had been to Narnia 5 times as a child. When he had visited there for the 5th time, he was 13. Aslan had told him he was too old. He understood, and he had discovered Aslan's...
As is natural, Tina whirled around. She had expected to see a beaver, or a faun. But instead, she saw a girl, roughly her age. "Who are you?" Tina asked, completely bewildered. "I'm Lucy. Who are you? Where are we?"
"My name is Tina. You wouldn't happen to be Lucy Pevensie, would you? By the way, we are in Narnia, I think."
"Uh, yes. I am Lucy Pevensie. How did you know? And it is awfully nice to meet you Tina."
"Thank you. Nice to meet you, too. I now you from the books!"
She looked up and saw the same lamppost described in the book. This must be Narnia, she decided. "A Daughter of Eve, I wouldn't wonder," came a voice from behind her. Tina swung around and saw a pale woman, wearing white from head to toe, eyes cold as ice, voice smooth as honey.
Tina recognized her instantly. This woman was the White Witch. Tina suddenly stiffened up. Oh, yes. She had heard about what had happened to Edmund. No way was she going to let that happen to her.
"Please read it again! Please!" begged 7 year old Tina. "I love that story. Oh, please, do read it again!"
"Tina, you know you have to get sleep. You're not well," her grandfather replied. "Besides, you're mother is going to come in any minute and tell me I have to go."
He had barely finished speaking when Mrs. Smith came in and said "Henry, it's time for you to leave." (Henry was Tina's grandpa) Tina and Henry exchanged a glance and Henry said "I must go, Tina, but I can leave this with you, if you want."