Chapter Text
My attempt on narnia fanfiction. Hope u like it.
Ages:
Caspian 20
Lucy 16
Peter 22
Edmund 18
Susan 20
"Susan?" Lucy called out. "Susan are you awake?" peering over her sister from the makeshift bed she and her brothers had arranged on the solid ground just north of the River Rush.
"What is it" replied a sleepy Susan
"Do you think we will be able to restore the old Narnia" Lucy asked with unshed tears in her eyes.
"Oh Lucy.. ofcourse we will. Thats what we are here for anyway. Thats what we have been called for. Everytime. To restore Narnia. But never to stay in a peaceful Narnia." Susan's cold voice shook Lucy. She always considered Susan as the most practical and level headed sibling of hers. But in the last year they had grown apart. Susan with her fashion new clothings makeup and suitors had little to no time for her younger sister who craved for the magic of Narnia the innocence of her past childhood and her friendship with the talking animals. Now with them back to Narnia, Susan apparently still refused to acknowledge the pure wonder and amazement of narnia.
Are you not happy that we are back in Narnia"
"I am happy" Susan's voice softened on hearing the obvious hurt in Lucy's. "Now get back to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow" and both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
"Lucy..." a whisper broke through the wind startling the young Queen from her sleep.
She jerked her head to shake off the remnent of her deep slumber. She looked around for the source of the voice but found none to be awake. Peter was sleeping with a frown on his kingly face, fingers wound tightly on the hilt of his sword. Edmund was mumbling incomprehensivley in his sleep. And Susan had an odd peaceful look like her dreams were more pleasant than the reality.
Lucy snuck out soundlessly making her way through the unruly wilderness. She felt the familiar heaviness in her chest on seeing the still trees with no bird in sight. It was as if they wanted no part in this threatening country. She wanted to scream and hit every stone stick and wood in sight till the forest came alive with dancing willows and sweet songs of the nighting gales. She was taking a turn through a particularly menacing looking thornbush when she saw the minataur. Being a former ally of the White Witch she was always apprehensive of this breed of talking beast. She opened her mouth in an involuntary scream but it died in her throat when she felt her brothers strong hand purse her mouth and jerk her behind him. Peter then gestured Lucy to be quiet and rised his sword wordlessly to strike the beast.
Prince Caspian saw the teenage boy trying to sneak up on th minataur and and hit him. 'How cowardly' he thought and lifted his own sword to ambush his attack. Soon a fiery combat raged between them both with the minataur dumbstruck as to its next action.
"Stop it.. both of you" came a sweet but firm voice. And Caspian found himself obeying to the command. The voice of a Queen. He looked at her. 'Beautiful' were his first thoughts on seeing the golden haired dame.
"Peter" came another voice. Queen Susan and King Edmund came into view.
"You are high King Peter" said Caspian with awe and a hint of fear in his tone.
"Prince Caspian?" supplied Peter.
"yes Your Majesty" Caspian and the minataur sunk to a low bow.
"Oh no need for all of that" Peter said gesturing for them to rise feeling uncomfortable from this sudden display of respect which he didnt receive in Finchley.
Caspian studied the Kings and Queens of the Old.
Peter stood tall and proud looking authoritative, capable and a bit arrogant. Every bit as Magnificient as his title.
Susan was a cold hard statue. The history books had accurately described her otherwordly ethereal beauty. But he failed to find any gentleness in her stance and harsh face.
Edmund was assessing and calculating the situation with shrewd eyes but calm demeanor.
Finally he allowed himself to glance at Lucy. And he couldnt look away. She was like a ball of sunshine. Long golden locks of hair reaching her waist. Emerald eyes shining with warmth and tenderness. She looked no older than 16years but weilded an air of bravery and valiance of a Queen and kindness of a mother of the whole nation.
Peter cleared his throat breaking Caspian from his reverie.
"I guess you called us?" asked Peter.
Yes.. but i thought you would be older" replied Caspian
"If you want we could go and come back in a few years" Peter smirked at Caspians shocked expression. "We need to get as much weapons as possible and train every civilan and inexperienced swordsmen" Peter said looking pointedly at Caspian. Every centaur minataur mice beaver badger who had all now gathered in the clearing accented and bowed in front of the Kings of Queens of the golden age. Caspian suddenly felt incompetent like a child playing make believe with toy swords.<
"but Caspians swordskill is exceptional too Peter. Not very different from yourself when you were getting the hang of it." Lucys voice was like warm honey pouring through his insecure heart and wounded pride. She graced him with an angelic smile. And Caspian decided then and there that he would be worthy of the Queens confidence. One which his father had in him when he was a child. One he had not felt in a very long time.
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