520 Leading Team Ace

Cleanly parted in the center, the long, dark straight hair was left on either side of the shoulder. The dark brown eyes failed to penetrate through the foggy morning of country F. The clean, bare skin of the face turned pink as soon as the wind blew on her face.

The young girl pulled the thick scarp up her chin and secured the jacket that was lacking warmth. Silently grimacing due to the early morning coldness, she got down the steps and rushed inside the waiting area.

The girl shuddered to the warm air indoors and breathed softly. Switching on the mobile, she looked around for somebody she didn't even know.

Before she could dial any number, she noticed a tall man in ankle boots, and a crisp airport uniform, walking towards the waiting area decisively. His stern gaze brushed over everyone and stopped at her. 

A bit of confusion flashed in his eyes, looking at the half-face of the young girl. Did Narnia send a little girl on a dangerous mission?