Raised of Old, Born of New
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Rating: T; for violence, mild-ish language, and death of a character you may come to love.
Summary: Adrian and Andrina were born Telmarines, forced into hiding at age six by their father's execution because of an unknown reason. They are raised by Old Narnians. They meet Caspian and join his fight for a free Narnia. Possible PeterxOC or SusanxOC.
Prologue: The Golden Age
The fire blazed, my brother and I sat on our father's lap as he laughed so loudly it made his legs tremble. We giggled in delight and clapped our hands. He wrapped his arms around us and started to tell us the following;
"Long ago, before the reign of Caspian the First, there were talking beasts and magical creatures, instead of humans. They lived happily and simply, that is, until the White Witch entrapped them in a hundred years of winter," He began, our eyes grew wide with wonder.
"But Papa," I interrupted in my high, six-year-old voice, "You said that there were no humans in Narnia, aren't witches human?"
My brother nodded. "Yes, that's what you told us."
Father laughed and ruffled our short sandy-blond-haired heads. "My dear children, this witch was not a normal human. She called herself 'Queen of Narnia',"
"But she wasn't really Queen, was she, Papa?"
"No, dear Andra. The real King was Aslan, the lion, great and wonderful. But one day, he vanished, for one hundred years. He reappeared when two sons of Adam, and two daughters of Eve, fell into Narnia. The High King, Peter, defeated the White Witch and ended the winter. They were crowned High King Peter, the Magnificent, Queen Susan, the Fair, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant. Together they led what is called the Golden Age of Narnia."
I marveled with my brother. "What happened to High King Peter, Queen Susan, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy?" my brother asked.
"Many years after their coronation, they chased after the Great Stag, and never returned. But one thing is known, Queen Susan left her magic horn, that will call for help no matter where one is," My father finished, handing me a small bow. "There are many other things about the Kings and Queens of Old. Susan, was an archer. Peter, was knighted Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane after killing a mighty wolf attacking his sisters," he handed my brother a small sword. "Lucy, befriended many she met, like the Faun, Mr. Tumnus. Edmund…was a traitor before he learned of his ways." Me and my brother gasped. "But here's the thing, Aslan gave his life so Edmund could be free of his treachery."
I sniffed and rubbed my eyes. "So, Aslan's dead?"
"No, my dear, he came back to life because of the Deep Magic of the Great Stone Table."
The door came crashing down. Five or ten soldiers entered our little room. My father ushered us through the little house and out the back. I clutched my little bow with my chubby hands; Adrian did the same with his sword. We were rushed into the forest as the men caught up with Father. I heard one order. "You have been charged with crimes against King Miraz of Telmar."
My father denied this by saying, "King Miraz is no more king than you are,"
Adrian pulled on my hand with his, almost exactly like mine. I looked back, towards my father. "But, Adrian!" I whined, tears filling my eyes. "Papa!"
"Papa can't come with us."
I looked into his eyes, the exact size and color as mine. "Why? Why can't he come?"
A deep groan echoed through the woods. I started to cry. "Papa!"
Thunder clapped and rain started to pour. I cried harder, Adrian started to cry, too. "I don't want to go! I want to go home! I want to go home, Adrian!" I sobbed.
A root caught our feet, and we fell forward, the world going black in an instant.
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"They're waking up," A voice said from a little ways off.
I sat up and looked at the badger in the bushes beside us. I smiled and trotted up to it. I looked around for a moment. "Where's my bow?" I asked. "Where's Papa?"
"Your father did not come after you," the Badger said in a deep, husky voice. I tilted my head. "Dear child, why were you running?"
"Papa told us to, me and Adrian. We had to run, he was being…talked to by someone," I said, confused, looking for my bow. "I want my bow, Papa gave it to me."
Adrian walked up beside me. "Here's your bow, Andra," he said soothingly as he handed me the small weapon. "Who were you talking to?"
I clapped my hands excitedly. "Oh, Adrian! You must come see! There was a badger! In the bushes, here, it talked to me! It really did!"
Adrian laughed and came over to the bushes, seeing the badger sitting there. "Can you talk, Mr. Badger?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Are there any magical creatures around?"
"I will show you, come with me," the badger instructed and started running.
That simple action started our lives as Old Narnians…or was it Telmarines?