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[Philip Scrubb]

As the morning sunrays started to fall behind the trees, a man looked out form the window of a building, nesting in the middle of a busy town. It had been about two years since Philip had been here, he was still bewilded about how he got here, and he still told himself that it was just a dream or that he was dead. Ya that could be it, he had died but there on that boat when it had been blown up. But maybe not, maybe he was still alive, and this was all real, but now could it be, even with Old Mr. Tomas telling him it was and this place was called… what was it called again, oh yes Narnia. Philip had never heard of it, it was ever in any book or any classroom he had ever been in, it just made him wonder. What was his family doing right now? Did they really care if he was die or alive. No more than likely not, it would be better off id he was dead. He turned away from the window and stepped out of the building closing the door behind him. He need to get away for a few hours, it had been a busy day today, he had heard some news that there was a great need for weapons, but more he heard was that these people were looking for soldiers in some army to help the king, but Philip didn’t think it was the type of army that he was in back home.

But the last few years that he had been here, he hadn’t gotten that bad with a sword, so maybe they could use his help, I mean he always felt like he need o do something more than just be a blacksmith, I mean he knew what war was like even if it wasn’t the same, he had skills in tracking and making and planning things, so why couldn’t he help with what ever was going on here in Narnia, he knew it sounded crazy, but it would be a lot better than be a blacksmith. So this was it, he told himself. This is what you need to do, he hated seeing people hurt, and by the things that he was hearing around from others is that Narnia was really in deep trouble, and they needed all the help they could get. He went back inside and grabbed his things, he would not tell Mr. Tomas where he was going, and he knew that mad would have a heart attack. He took one last look at the house as he turned and made his way past the town and though the small forest that went to the castle where these king and queens were said to live. He walked though the forest, who knew what was really in these woods, he had heard that there were talking animals. He just laughed at this thought, I mean animals don’t talk, he never heard any, but maybe he would believe them if he ever saw one for himself.

He was just wearing his simple brown and white tunic with is knee-high black boots, his sword that he had crafted himself at his side and his handcrafted shield strapped to his back. It was starting to get cold so he pulled the hood over his head. He had never been this for and had to ask a near by person which way it was to the castle. He men had just looked at him, like he should know where it is, but helped Philip, by giving his a ride on one of his horse, it was also the first time he had ever been on a horse, and to him it felt so weird, but he knew that most of the people here did ride them. He thanked the man and jumped off the horse when they got to the coast that was just not for from the castle, but by the look of things, there was no life left in the castle, and with this winter there was snow everywhere, it made everything a lot harder to do. He looked up and then back down again signing, well so much for his plan. “So this is it…”, he said aloud not knowing if there were people around or not.

[celest]

A few miles away, Charlotte Jacobs stirred as she opened her eyes. She blinked, rubbing her eyes as she slowly sat up. Charlotte, or Charlie, tried to recall what had happened before. Think Charlie, she ordered herself silently. She groaned to herself as she remembered what had happened. Her mother had began a ceremony to...do something. Whatever it was, Charlie couldn't remember. But she knew it had something to do with her. She remembered feeling a bit odd and developing chils running up and down her arms. Charlie shook her head as she slowly stood. This is crazy, she thought, looking around at everything in curiousity. She can't have targeted me. Then again, what did she expect from her crazy mother. Mother? She scoffed. Give me a reason to call her that. She's nothing but worships the devil. And Charlie meant that literally.

Her father didn't know that her mother had her heart so deep and locked in what they call the dark magic. Ugh, why does everything happen to me? The young woman thought as she shook her head again. She smoothed out her skirt. Her whole outfit was green. Her blouse was somewhat of an earthy green color, fiting with her light red hair. If anything, it made it stand out more. The blouse was plain looking. Her skirt was a shade lighter than the blouse. And it was decorated with silver embrodiery at the hems. Charlie had taken up sweing back in England by watching some old neighbors stiching and she took up enough courage to ask them how it worked. A soft smile appeared on her face.

The smile was replaced with a frown as she continued to explore the area she had landed in. In a way she was glad she was out of her home. It wasn't as if it was a happy place she grew up in. Her father was decent enough but of course that was before the war. He, like so many other men, had enlisted and fought. Charlie never knew what happened. But while he was away in the war, Charlie's mother grew crazy. She remembered one night she had overheard her mother talking to herself. Why? she asked herself with a sigh. She continued exploring the area, only to stop short. Her blue eyes fell on a young boy and if anything she hid deep in the shadows, uncertain.

"Um...hello?" her voice was small as she stepped out. Her gaze fell on the boy. "Can you tell...tell me where I am?"

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[Philip Scrubb]

Philip looked back up at the castle, there had to be someone, or maybe not, from what he had heard that everyone had left for this person. He couldn’t remember her name something like Jadis, she was said to be causing this cold winter and taking other Narnia. Now this would sound crazy to anyone who hadn’t been in Narnia for long. Talking animals and magical worlds were not to be real, but each day he spent here, these things did seem to make him jump and wont to run away. He smiled at these thought, and made the choice that he would try and go up the side of the mountain to the top of the castle though he knew it was going to be a long climb and he could even maybe fall off, bit he had to try, if he didn’t then there might be someone up there. He started to make a slow start up the snow bank, though it seemed each step he took, brought him back down two more, it was a never ending.

He got half way before he knew it was too far, and he didn’t wont to risk falling off the cliff and killing himself, I mean what would be the point in that, he had been brought here by someone for some reason in which he didn’t know. There had to be something, or else he would have just die back there on that boat like everyone else, but how did he know that, maybe time had stopped back in England, and no one had died. He hoped so, maybe just he would die, and leave the young boys that were no more than seventeen or eighteen years of age and going off to fight a war, they didn’t know a thing about shooting a gun, or dieing, or even watching your life and someone else’s life pass you by.

It was crazy how many young boys he had seen come and go, not many of them made it on there first day out there. But Philip was glad that there were no guns here in Narnia, because he knew that no one here would be ready for something like that, a sword wound and a gun shoot wound were too very different things, wounds from sword were easy to clean, but being shoot by a gun was very different. And Philip was one to know, during his three time out on the battle field he had been shoot in the shoulder and it took him weeks to get better. He shook away these thoughts as he made his way back down the hill, when he got back to where he was, he looked out to the water, but it wasn’t until he heard footsteps, and his hand went to his sword that was hanging at his side. That was until he turned around when a voice came.

It was a women, he could tell by the quiet not heavy footsteps. He looked at her weird when she asked where she was, but he just answered her not really thinking about it for a second. “Well your in Narnia, my lady”, his sweet and elegant English accent ringing as he spoke. That was sure one thing you could tell that he was from England because of the accent that came out everytime he talked. But when he said those words he took another look at her, she wasn’t dressed like the others, which made him think.. maybe she was from… He looked at her again, “Your not from around here are you?”. It made him really

[celest]

Charlotte glanced at him curiously as he spoke. He didn't have these strange accents the others didn't have mind you. For a moment it seemd as if she was home again. The word 'home' was a constant fear to her. "Um...no I'm not," she stammered again. "I'm from..." here she paused to look at him again. "I'm from England, which I presumed is where you are from?" it was more of a question than a statement. Hope filled Charlie as she thought of a way not to get back home. Maybe he would help, she thought. Then she shook her head slightly. No. That was foolish of her. Try as she might, there was no way of getting out of the horrid home and away from that crazy mother of hers.

She shook her head slightly. "I don't know how I got here from England. But I think I got a good idea. My mother....she got into the darkest of dark magics and sometimes she would use me in some of her ceremony," Charlie stopped at this point and turned a bit crimson. She looked away, embarrassed at the fact that she had said something like that to a complete stranger. There was silence for a few minutes as she looked around their surroundings. "It's so strange here," she murmured to herself, eyeing the young man. Not a few seconds after she showed up did she make that statement.

I hope everyone's okay at home, she thought. But how strange that it was summer vaction over there and now its the dead of winter. She looked down at the pretty sparkling snow. Charlie had always loved the snow and winter. It was meant for snowball fights and building things out of the snow if it was firm enough. There was a smile on her face. It was a puzzling smile but a smile nonetheless. Does everything here in...Narnia work different than in England? she asked herself. She was puzzled and a bit confused. But Charlie wanted answers.

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[ooc; bah it sucked but its a reply]

[Philip Scrubb]

Philip watched her as he spoke to her. He could see that was indeed not from around here, and his thoughts about her being a normal human were right when she said that she was from England. When he heard the word, it seemed like he could see himself back at home, back in the one place it hated the most. He nodded his head, “Yes that is where I am from…but I thought I was the only one”. He wondered how she even got here in the first place, he was sure that just not random people were being picked off the streets of England and sent to a world filled with winter, evil witch’s, queen and kings and talking animals.. it just didn’t seem right to Philip, that they had to be here for some odd reason, if you could call it that, Narnia was a way different places than Britain, so he wondered if he knew her, maybe they had seen each other somewhere back home, he would soon find out.

He listen to her talk, “It could be, I do wonder how I got to Narnia, all I remember was that it was two years ago, I was leaving on the new ship that we had drawn plans for the army, we were to meet the other troops at the east coat of Italy, but after that all I remember is the ship being blown up and the next thing I am here, just like that”. He smiled as he showed her the army tattoo that was on the bottom of his arm, most of the men liked to get them, most of the high ranks, it was to show that they had been in more than one battle. It was weird he totally didn’t know why or how it happened, he should really be dead right now, being dead like the others who had been with him, all gone, or maybe not, he would never know, was there any way of getting back, but did he want to go back was the question. He wasn’t sure he loved it in Narnia minus the cold winter, but the summers were great, he just felt like this more like home than England could ever be.

He smiled, “It took me abit to get use to it”. He grinned, “I am Philip Scrubb by the way, and you might be?”. He thought he had seen someone that look like her before, than again, maybe not. He looked up at the sky, he hated this winter, and the way things had been going the last few days, weeks, months, years… it seemed like it would never end, but there might be still hope out there, but at this time it wasn’t showing itself, people were losing hope fast, people were starting to think that Narnia would never be like it was before again. I mean that couldn’t be true? Could it?.. Philip told himself that it wouldn’t be that way, thing would change, things would get better; they had to… or would they?

OCC: Nah! It's ok love =p

[celest]

Charlotte smiled a little to herself when he confirmed that he was indeed from England. So she wasn't the only one at least. That was what Charlie was afraid of. "I thought I was the only one who came from England," there was a smile on her face now. She did feel a bit better. "Do you by any chance know why I was brought here? To Narnia?" the name sounded strange in her tounge. Forgein. But she suppose she would get used to it. Another question brought forth by Charlie's own thoughts. "Who are the rulers here?" she questioned. "Will I be abe to see them and ask them if I can go back home?"

Home. Another word that felt forgein to her. She didn't consider the place she had grown up a home. Never. Not since she was eleven years old. Thinking of something, she titled her head to one side, looking him over. "Have I seen you before on the streets of England?" she inquired, curious in spite of herself. "Maybe you know my parents? Amanda and Charles Jacobs?" Charlie knew, though, that it was impossible they had crossed paths before. But it was England way back then so who knew? She listened, curious to what he was saying. "How long have you excatly been in Narnia?" she asked, all attention now.

A grim smile was on her face as she listened. "My father enlilsted in the army a year before the war started. He said it was is calling or something like that. I have heard people said that before. From people who enlisted in the Brititsh army for whatever reason. Some just do it for money though." she stopped and she looked at him again. "How...is the army here compared to back home? If there is one," Charlie stopped herself and a smile came across her face. Of course she was being crazy. There had to be an army here and a navy. But an air force? Come to think of it, she had not seen any planes. "Where are all the planes?" the question was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

Was this place so different than England? Why of course, Charlie mentally answered herself as she looked around. Back home, there would be crowds walking through the streets and cars running and people shouting and fighting at times. She was starting to become a little homesick. A smile was on her face as he introduced himself. "A pleasure to meet you Philip. I'm Charlotte Jacobs. But mostly everyone calls me Charlie," she shrugged indicating that she was use to it by now. "Do you like being called Philip or do you have nicknames you can use? If it comes down to it," here Charlie grinned evily Her eyes glittered. "I can think of nicknames for you. Nothing too bad of course."

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[ooc: lol ;p charlie ish becoming evillllll]

[Philip Scrubb]

Philip smiled at her, “Ya I thought I was the only one too, now I start to wonder if there’s more of use out there, I mean people from England. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, “I really don’t know why you or I were brought to Narnia, it just seems a little weird, this person must have something planned for us, who ever he or she is”. He looked at her, and then quickly looking around where they were, if any of her spies were listening they would both be dead.

“Narnia never use to be like this, it was said to be ruled by the King and Queens of Old, and the prince, but now the witch, named Jadis as taken over and turned Narnia into this”, pointing around to the snow and the freezing cold winter. He shook his head, “Oh no, I wouldn’t go two feet near her, she is a very evil witch and will more than lilky kill you or put you in her dungeon”.
He looked at her again, he thought for sure he had seen her before, but where, “Ya it could be you look like someone I know…”. He looked at her until he said her parent’s names, and that when it hit him, hr had spent some time in the trenches with a Charles Jacobs, who had told him of his child. “Yes I know your father, we were in a war together, great men..”.

He wondered what had happened to him now. He grinned, “I have been here for two years now..” He still remembered the first day he came here, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life. He smiled as she told him about her father and all about the same things they had said to him when he had enlisted. “Well I didn’t do it for money, I did it for Britain and I did it to prove to my father that I could do something, but that doesn’t matter now”.. His father had always wonted Philip to be born and raised like a British soldier, he had liked it, until his father started to become not the father he use to see him as, but I guess you get like that after being in so many battles and seeing many different things.

He grinned again, “It’s way different from what I have seen, people ride horses and fighting with swords, there no gun, no tanks, and no planes, it’s so weird, and even there are things that you only thought to be stories in this land, even animals fight in battle”. To him he knew all of this was true but to her, she had more than likely just got here, so she had no clue how Narnia worked, or how different it really was from back home, where there were cars and people, shops filled with candy and other things, it was nothing like home. He chuckled at the words that came out of her mouth, “Well if you count a griffin as being a plane, then yes, but there’s no real planes here, and it’s like being back in the medieval times”. It we use to learn in school, that’s why he had keep telling himself it was a dream even now, but after he had meet Charlie, he knew it wasn’t a dream and it was truly real.

He bowed, “And it’s a pleasure to meet you Charlotte”. Now he wondered what they would call her since some Narnian’s called him a Son of Adam, which he had no clue why they called him that, maybe it had to do, that they had come from England. He didn’t know. He laughed as she kept talking, “Philip is fine, same as Phil, but I don’t mind whatever that brain of yours can come up with is fine with me”. “Haha trust me I have been called some weird names here before, oh I am sure it’s nothing bad”, a smirk on his face and he couldn’t help but chuckle at that thought. It was funny how much he missed being home now that he was talking to Charlie, it really made him think, but he just knew deep down that this place was going to bring a better life for him and maybe even for Charlie.

OCC: Oh I can see that xD

[celest]

There was a small frown on Charlie's face. She shook her head slightly. "I reallu don't see the need for people from England to come to Narnia though," the name felt not so strange to her. She was slightly confused. Wearyness filled her. "And what do you think they have planned for us? If ever?" she inquired, looking at him warily as she eyed him. He looked around, probably looking for anyone who was listening, she thought, glancing at him with a terrified look. As if that was she needed was someone to spy on her.

"Kings and Queens of Old?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow. She shook her head. Strange titles to give someone or a group of rulers. Unless they had a purpose to be called that. Charlie glanced around the snow. She stiffened at the mention of the word witch. "Jadis? Huh. She should have fun with my mother," there was a slight drawl in her voice. It was dripping with sarcasm. "They should trade spells...not like this Jadis person also works for the devil like my mo..." she stopped and blinked several times before turning slightly crimson again. Ugh I should watch what I say, she thought with a shake of her head.

She raised an eyebrow. "This witch is more evil than Hitler?" she asked, almost in wander. A grim smile was on her face now. "I don't think there was anyone as evil as him," she perked up a bit when he said he knew her father. Her eyes and expression brightened a bit. "Do you know if he survived the war?" she asked eagerly and almost hopefully. "I haven't heard from him since April of last year. And Mum always got...mad. Really mad. I thought she was hidding the letters. Either that or burning..." Charlie shrugged, indicating that she didn't care about her mother either way.

"That's something I learned then," Charlie smiled. "Not all people enlisted in the army for money or whatnot. My mother....she was not a very pleasent person to be around with," she hesitated, frowning. She titled her head to one side, smiling a little. She wandered if he had the same relationship with his father the same way she had with her mother. And Charlie asked him the question curiously. Charlie was always a curious girl. Sometimes even when it could lead to dangerous situations. And at other times, she was talk-ative, like right now. A thought popped in her mind. "The war is still going on in England," she told him. "But from what they say on the radio, its starting to slow down. So maybe Hitler would be defeated once and for all,"

Charlie stared at him, fastinated. "Its like a fairy tale with the animals," she said in wander. "A medival fairy tale. Next thing you'll be telling me is the animals here talk," she shook her head. "And I will be a very insane woman when I get back to England, talking about Narnia and possibly end up in a mental ward somewhere," she grinned at him, her eyes sparkled. "And I will die a very peaceful death wrapped in who knows what," she let out a giggle at this point. She smiled at him and lightly poked him in the sides. "I was kidding," she said lightly, worried that she might have gone a bit to far. She turned a bit crimson and turned her head away. She was thinking that she was back home in school hanging out with a few of her friends.

She smiled and slightly blushed. Okay this was something she could not get use to. She waved her hand threatenly. "Do that again and see my wrath," she teased slightly. Her eyes sparkled. "Alright then. I'll call you Philip. But Philly when we're alone," she smiled. "Oh I can come up with worse nicknames. Be grateful you're my...friend instead of an enemy. Then you will have it worse," She nodded.

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[ooc: lol and that post just suck]

[Philip Scrubb]

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know why they, who ever it is, brought us here from England, like you said I don’t see the point, and it’s a whole different world”. He shook his head as she asked the question. Why?, He didn’t know why, but there most be some reason, for they would have not brought them here for nothing, “I think it has something to do with the winter and the witch taking over, and the kings and queen that are missing, but that just my guess, I could be wrong”. He looked around again, to make sure there were none of Jadis’s men. “But I would sure like to know soon, because I would like some answers, to who ever runs this place”

He nodded his head, to her the names would seem weird, and to him it did too, but after hearing there story, it made him think that maybe they were too from England, so if he ever found them, they would not think him to be crazy when he said he was from England, but he didn’t think so, “Ya, they were said to come from a different world, and they were to Kill the white witch, and each were crown, and then one day they just up and left, ever to come back until, the prince of temler, now the King since the death of his uncle, so when they came back, the Narnian’s called them the king and queens of old”

“Yes, Jadis, she’s also called the white witch by some people, she thinks she’s the real queen of Narnia and will stop at nothing to get what she wonts, as you can see, Narnia was never like this”. He said while pointing to the snow and the ice cold breeze that hung over the how once wonderful place, but how long would it be like this no one really knew, and people were losing hope very fast, since there was no kings and queens to rule, just a blood thirty witch, the world would turn into some far worse then it was now. He chuckled at her words, “Oh and yes they can wear a lot of dresses and have a lovely tea party, and it will be so much fun”, he said laughing as he did, but kept a close eye on the top of the hill and the tree’s that were around them, any one of them could be a follower, or there could be men around, you never knew.

He had to think about that, he knew that the leader of Germany was like, but was Jadis like him at all, Philip hadn’t meet her, but from what he could see she might be. “Well, she might, I haven’t seen her in person, but if she can make an endless winter, and kick the old people who ruled here, then she has to be worse than Hitler”. He nodded thinking about what she had said, “yes he is evil, I remember me and some men were taken by some German’s, trust me you never wont to be in one of there camps, especially if you’re a British soldier”. A smirk came across his face when she asked him about her father. He was a great men and a good friend to have on the battlefield. “I am not sure if he did, he was on the boat when we were heading to Italy, I am sorry Charlie”. “I know what you mean, all I have left from my family is a picture of my cousins”.He pulled out the picture and showed her, pointing to each one, “This is Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, I haven’t seen them in like 4 or more years, I lost count, they more than likely think I am dead”. A smile came across his lips as she said letters, he knew about them, “You mean these letters, you father give them to me just in case he never got them to you”. He pulled them out and handed them to her.

“You father was a great guy, by the way, he saved me life a few times, and I did the same in return”. There had been many times that Philip had saved him and he had saved Philip, like always being killed on his second day there. He grinned, “Ya, my father wasn’t the kind of men there son wonted to being to school to show all of there friends, my father was a drunken power hungry men, that wonted nothing but a ‘fully breed English solider’, and that’s what he got…”, he dragged off, lost in thought about his child hood, the time he was pushed hard to so things, the beatings, the pain, the yelling and screaming, the look on his father face, when he found out that his boy was nothing but garbage. But those were all in the past, things were different, Narnia was different, and Philip feared what it was like back at home now. He chuckled and shook his head, “That’s what they wont you to think, that the war is going good right now, and that it will all be over in a few days, weeks, months, or even years, but the truth is that there lying, they wont it to sound good, that what these young boys are doing are the right thing for there country, it’s wrong most of them die on there first day of the battle field, it never seemed that the war would ever end”.

He nodded his head, “Yes like in the books we read at school, haha well what if I really told you that animals really do talk here, and same with the trees”. He chuckled at her next words, “Well then we both will be crazy people, that the same way I felt when I first got here, thought I was dreaming”. He couldn’t help but laugh, he smiled back at her, he grinned as she poked him and he poked her back lightly while smiling. “I know you were just joking, its all right there’s no need to be sorry”. He smiled again as she turned her head and went crimson, he knew that she was blushing, and Philip was use to it, most of the girls at his school, plus some of the young nurses in the army, and always blushed when he talked to the,, he didn’t know why, but he didn’t mind, he guessed it was a girl thing.

He laughed and smiled, “Oh I am soo scared”, and he teased her back. Putting his hands in front of his face, and looking like he was trying to hide from her. He grinned, “Philly sounds good to me”. “Oh I see how it is now, so I would get it worse if I was one of the bad guys, but since I am not, then I free off the hock, I’ll keep that in mind, note to self, not to join the dark side”. He smiled and then couldn’t help but laugh again at that thought, he liked being around her, it made him think about all the good things that were back home, and even made him miss England just abit.

[celest]

Charlie frowned at him, rather puzzled and confused. "But why us?" she asked, still frowning. "They should tell us why they are bringing us here before," she sighed. "Its much different than back home. But in a way, I'm glad I'm away from home. Away from the psycho mother of mine," there was a bitterness to her voice as she spoke of her mother. Her eyes seemed to flash with anger. It took Charlie a moment to relax. "Sorry," she said in a somewhat small voice. She smiled sheepishly. She didn't want to spill her home secrets to a boy, a man, she hardly even knew. And besides, what would he say to her when and if she does? Charlie bit down on her lower lip, lost in thought for a while before shaking her head to clear it.

"They seem to think we're important....but I know I'm not important..." a small smile was on her face now as she shook her head again. The words her parents had yelled at her over and over again seemed to have an imprint in her mind. She shrugged and an awkward silence seemed to have passed between them. But what he said brought her curiously up again. "They're missing? But why..." the question trailed off in her voice, she was lost in thought again. "The white witch....." she murmured, trying to put everything together. She raised an eyebrow. "Telmar?" Okay now the names were really starting to get wierd with her now. "Very strange names indeed," she muttered, looking at him. "I'm more settled with the more common ones back home," here she grinned at him. "But thats just me,"

"Sounds like someone back home I know," Charlie commented before she could stop herself. She grinned and shook her head. "Then what was Narnia like in the spring and summer?" She only hoped it was like England. England in the summer....it was Charlie's favorite time. She laughed and made a face. "They can try to force me in those dresses of theres but it won't happen," she shook her head. "Im not found of dressing up. I will sometimes but not all the time," and I don't want people to see my scars, she added silently to herself. Sometimes, when the housework wasn't done right to her standards, she would be beaten. "Tea parties...." Charlie shuddered in mock fright. "No thank you. Give me something else to do and I'll be happy," she nodded to her own statement.

The frown was back on her face now. "Why didn't the people rebel when they had the chance?" she shook her head. "Only two people came to mind when you said that. But besides this Jadis person, no one can be worse than Hitler. But what dark magic can do this work?" Charlie wandered if there was such a thing as an even darker piece of bad magic than the one her mother praticed. She figured there was. And the thought wasn't a good one in her mind. Not a good one at all. Her eyes grew wide at his words. Her mouth slightly opened in shock. She closed it and it took her a moment to pick out her words. "You...were in their camps? What did they done to you, if you don't mind me asking," her voice was softer now. "You...don't have to say anything if you don't want to,"

It was hard for Charlie to blink away her tears. Her lower lip trembled. "It was to be expected," her voice was trembling. "I just hope he did survive." Charlie edged forward to look at the photo. She smiled. "They're adorable," she said, still smiling. She glanced at him. "I'm sure they understand you couldn't see them," it sounded more like a question than a statement. Her expression brightened as he withdrew the letters. Charlie swallowed a lump in her throat as she slowly took them. "Thank you," she whispered. "You have no idea...how much this means to me." she tried to smile. "He was," she whispered. "He was always,"

Charlie frowned as she listened to his childhood. She seemed to grow angrier now. "He shouldn't have been like that to you," she protested. She was amazed at how he seemed to spoke about it. Charlie would never find herself like that. Or maybe she might. Who knows? She was loosing all hope now at his words. "I just want it to be over. To have my father home instead of it just being me and my crazy mother, who does nothing but dark magic. Sometime I think she's.....she's not even my real mother. She treats me like a slave. I've been beaten by her. But not when my father was around. No. She was perfect when he was home. But when he got enlistened in the war, she started becoming even more violent..."

What in the world was she thinknig? Charlie quited for a while, looking to her side. She rasied an eyebrow and glanced at Phil. "Well I think you were crazy....wait, don't tell me they actually do talk here." Charlie was dreading what the answer might be. She smiled a bit shyly at him. But it was an evil smile. She laughed. "Oh yes it would," Charlie smiled at him. "Good. Cause I have a temper," Charlie liked being around Philip. She can talk about England and the fun things. But she was starting to wander whether or not she wanted to go back there just yet.

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