This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was still a child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Narnia first began. Surprisingly it didn't start in Narnia or our world though. Not on Charn or even the wood between worlds. It all started in a small little world called Bellicose the land of warriors. Aquila dreamed of greatness. She wanted nothing more than to be known for her heroic deeds, she had to be meant for more than watching a bell. Day in and day out that insufferable bell hung over her like the Sword of Damocles, one wrong move and all hell would break lose. Thats exactly what happened but by no fault of her own. The world was supposed to be nearly impossible to get to how was she supposed to know that two mere children would find a way there? How was she supposed to know that one of those mere children would easily succumb to the obvious threat inscribed underneath the Aslan forsaken bell? But it happened and thus started the beginning of the most wonderful adventure. An adventure on which Aquila would get everything she ever dreamed of. Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN NOR CLAIM TO OWN THE CHRONICALS OF NARNIA, IN MOVIE NOR BOOK FORM