Out Of The City And Into The Stories

She had always dreamed of her knight in shining armor, her prince that would one day sweep her off her feet and onto his snowy white horse. (Y/N) was the kind of girl that would spend her days dreaming about the perfect guy, the kind of fangirl that would think up different scenarios each night, herself paired with the man most handsome, gorgeous, brave, kind, courageous…you get the idea. (Y/N) would often imagine the both of them laughing with each other, cuddled up together, his fingers intertwined through hers. (Y/N) would lean her head on his shoulder, and he’d smile that beautiful smile, and then wrap his arm gently around her shoulder, shielding her from harm. They would dance together, his hands on her waist, her arms around his neck. They would twirl around and around the dance floor, the world would fade around them, and then they would be left in their own little paradise. Of course, they would end it with a sweet, romantic kiss that’d linger for a while. He would always ...

When I started this story, I did not plan to make this story. I know that sounds confusing, but that’s exactly what I meant. I had planned to write a short imagine of a reader who lived under a possible scenario of World War Ⅲ. It was supposed to be a 700~900ish word reader-insert. But then I had a part which just wouldn’t tie in with the whole story, so then I tried to extend it. Then, somehow, my brain came up with this idea to make it into a Narnia fic, which seemed perfect to me, having both sides (readers vs. Narnia characters) as people who lived through a world war, even though they are decades apart (in this imagined story); they could find different ways to relate to each other, and even compare all that is different. Cindy out~