Narnia Dawn Treader Painting Novels & Stories

Dylan left their group to look for Mary. Elaina and Crystal checked each display while he lazily tailed them. Color drained from his face when he saw a painting at the end of the hall. The huge painting almost occupied half of the wall and to the side of it, a mannequin wearing a ballgown. The gown’s color was that of the sunset. Its many layers showed the different shades of the sky during the sunset.

The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.

Lana’s POV I wake to the soft sound of bird calls beyond the open window. I’m stretched out in the opulent bed, my fingers curled in the luxury of gold damask. In the morning light, the walls are a pale blue but decorated with fine paintings of birds and trees. The images were hidden behind the mage lights last night. There’s something playful about the little kingfishers and their flashes of brilliant colour in the mural. I never imagined Kings and Queens having a sense of humour before.

Knock. “My lady, young master.” A voice called from outside. “Dinner is ready.” Lena set the brush down. “I need to change.” She stood. “I can’t go like this.” She walked past him. Theon didn’t move. His gaze stayed on the canvas. His lips twitched. He didn’t know whether to laugh, or worry. The painting was sharp, and detailed. It was an image of the dark green sports car he had driven to her house.

She watched Serena, a princess accepting everyone’s blessings, laughing delightedly. "This is my gift to you, Serena." Dante stood center stage, microphone in hand, his voice full of deep affection. Two attendants carefully brought out a huge oil painting, covered by a red velvet cloth. When the cloth was pulled back, a collective gasp swept through the room. The girl in the painting stood barefoot by the sea, facing the rising sun, full of vibrant life and hope. "The light and shadow work is masterful!" "So beautiful! Young Master Dante is so thoughtful!"

I stuttered, looking at the beautiful pigments and canvas in progress of the Maroon Sea. Jarnja nearly cooed, striding powerfully over to the art studio and caressing the brush with a gentleness underlying the nature of a Beast. "We may share, it is well known amongst the mara that you dream of being the greatest painter in all nine realms." I blushed again, damned complexion I had. "I... did not realize the mara were so all-knowing."

The art was carved on half the wall when I spun back. “Gabriel, it’s beautiful!” I mouthed in awe. “The Voyage of Dawn Treader, it is called,” Gabriel informed, appearing behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. “King Caspian X’s ship,” I said breathlessly. He chuckled between my hair and ear. “You know stuff.” “Of course. The Chronicles of Narnia is one of my favorite books.” I turned around so I could see his gorgeous face. “It’s very beautiful, Gabriel. Thank you for showing it to me. Who made it?”

Niyakap siya ni Raven. "Nanay Lucia, na-miss ko po kayo. Ang tagal ko nga pong hindi nakabisita rito," sabi niya. "Oo nga, Iho. Iyong si Theros kung hindi pa maaaksidente, hindi pa uuwi," sagot ng matanda. Napatingin siya sa akin kaya agad akong ngumiti. "Kumusta, Iha? Bisita ka ba ni Theros?" Tumango ako. "Ako po si Dawn. Nice to meet you po."

Tiara sits cross-legged on the floor, her eyes following Travis as he meticulously paints the final artwork on the nursery wall. His brush moves with slow, deliberate strokes, the colors blending seamlessly to create the tranquil image of a twilight sky. "Twilight?" she muses, tilting her head.

It is the ultimate nursery. The walls above the striking wainscoting are painted with softly edged, soothing, mute-toned murals that replicate the stunning courtyards of the estate, complete with the lawns, roses, trees, ponds, fountains, the full gamut—so she’s going to become quite familiar with the grounds, I suspect. For a hint of whimsy, there are unicorns with rainbowed horns added into the scenery. All gorgeously artistic, with a touch of glitter to fascinate tiny human eyes.