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Okay, so this is post-HAHB (which I will write, I promise...)

This actually started out as an epilogue to Lady Amber of Narnia: LWW, but I kind of got carried away, so I decided to post a whole new story devoted to what goes on in Narnia between the seven books that were written. So... yeah, I'm not sure how often this one will be updated, but I've already got some pretty good material... I can't wait to post it! Let me know what you think, please =)


Lady Amber of Narnia: The Lost Tales part 1.1

The Stag

"My Kings! My Queens!" Mr. Tumnus bustled in.

"What is it, Mr. Tumnus?" asked Lucy. "What's possibly got you so agitated?"

"The great White Stag has been sighted!" Tumnus said. "The Stag that will grant a wish to any who can catch it!"

"Well, we should go after it," Peter said.

"Why?" Susan asked practically. "We have all we need; we don't need a wish."

"My dear sister," Edmund replied, "that isn't the point. We should go for the adventure. Who can imagine a nobler quarry than the great White Stag?"

"And it's been so long since we've had a proper hunting party," Lucy interjected. "Not since we got back from that battle at Anvard."

"But you girls wait at the castle, if you like," Edmund teased. "Let the men catch the Stag." Susan would have none of this, so she, too, consented to hunt the stag.

"What about you, Amber?" Peter asked. "Are you game?" Amber had been quiet the whole time. She had been plagued with a sense of dread as soon as the Faun entered the room.

"No..." she said. "I think I'll take Ed up on his offer. Someone has to keep the home fires burning." Suddenly, Edmund paled.

"Amber…. why don't you stay away from the home fires?"

"Home fires and kitchen fires are two totally different things, Ed," Amber had to laugh, even though she felt so odd. "I'm not going to be cooking anything for a very long time, don't worry."

"Are you okay, Amber?" Peter asked, concerned. "You never decline an offer to hunt. You love going out."

"I'm fine… really. I just need to rest for a little while." Amber wanted to tell Peter not to go after the Stag, but she couldn't think of a valid reason to keep him away. She walked away, feeling like she wouldn't see him again if he left. She was unaware of Peter following her to her office.

"Amber, tell me what's wrong," Peter said. "You've been silent all day, and when I suggested going after the Stag, you paled as if you'd just seen a ghost. Don't pretend nothing's the matter." Amber looked at him.

"I… I just feel like you shouldn't be going. Like something will happen while you're gone." Amber looked down, leaning on her desk. She could feel tears coming up. Peter came closer to the trembling girl.

"Amber… we'll only be gone a few days. Anything that could possibly happen while we're away, you can handle."

"I don't think you'll just be gone a day or two, Pete. I feel like you'll be gone for… for years…"

"Don't worry," Peter pulled Amber closer to him. "We'll be home in just a few days, I promise." Amber worked her way out of Peter's arms and turned to face him.

"Peter, stop. Just, go… go have fun on your hunt. I'll see you when you get back."

'What did I do?" Peter put his hands on his hips. Amber looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"What did I do to make you mad? Do you want me to stay?"

"No! I told you to have fun. What's the matter?"

"Earlier you were saying that you didn't want me to go. So what do you want?"

"I want you to have fun, Peter," Amber said. "And, yes, I still feel like you won't come back for a while… but maybe it's something that has to happen." Peter didn't know what was going through Amber's mind, but he couldn't help but think Amber was overreacting. Amber straightened and smiled. "Go," she urged. "Never mind my moodiness. I'm sure it's just nonsense. And don't tell the others about this. No need to ruin their mood…"

"Are you sure?" Peter asked. He didn't want to leave Amber alone if she was feeling ill, but she had regained her color and she seemed to be a little more herself now. Amber smiled again and nodded.

"I fully expect you to catch that Stag," Amber called, in mock sternness. "Don't you dare come back without having a wish granted. And don't waste a wish!" Amber watched beside the Beavers as the Kings and Queens headed out, laughing and joking among themselves. Amber had covered up her feelings for everyone, but now that they had finally left, she felt like she really wouldn't see them again for a long time. She sighed and headed back up to the Throne Room. She was Regentess, so while the Pevensies were gone, she made sure nothing happened at the castle. She did, indeed, stay to keep the home fires burning.