Disclaimer- I own nothing, everything belongs to the amazing C. . I want to make no money off of this, only reviews.
Word Count- 805 not including Authors Notes
Rating- T
Warnings- No big ones right now, just a bit sad
Thanks- To my amazing friend Abby who inspired me for this story and who will be keeping my motivations up through this entire process. And to my wonderful beta KariCariCarlGrace who made this readable
Notes- I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
The snow fell bitterly from the dark storm clouds above. It mocked all that it touched sending the jagged reminder of the one they lost. It gleamed in the dark crescent moon's light glaring into the eyes of the people. It seemed to say "You may have won the war, but I won in far greater ways". Needless to say, the people all hated the snow. For many different reasons of course, but they all felt a burning hatred for the once white beauty.
But no one hated the snow more than three special people. These three special people were the rulers of Narnia. The three Monarchs of Narnia all expressed their hatred in different forms but it was all for a common reason. It was a simple reason but one that took a heavy toll on their hearts.
The reason, simple enough, was that it took their brother.
For Lucy, the youngest and closest in age to their perished brother, the pain made her wither away in her room. She stayed away from all company, all but her elder brother and sister and her dear Faun best friend, to see Queen Lucy was a rare and cherished sight.
Though she was 21 she still held her childish looks but not her innocent, open mind. She trained long and hard, in a sword fight she could surpass anyone including Peter. No man ever dared try and court her, they were all too scared.
Lucy was no longer simply valiant; she was all hardened and stiff. She no longer let tears slip and believe foolish things. She was a queen now, not a foolish little girl.
For Susan, the now lone middle child and ex closest sibling to her misunderstood, perished bother, the pain made her burry herself in her studies. She became the smartest, wisest and most strategic person to ever step foot in Narnia. No one dared cross her path and she was rightfully Peter's right hand man.
At the age of 25 she was a sight for sore eyes. Despite all her efforts her beauty shone through her attempts at hiding it, she looked too much like her brother she thought. Many men tried to court her but she denied them all saying "You can never gain my approval without the approval of my brother." And it was clear she wasn't talking about Peter.
But as the years went by her amount of suitors decreased immensely. They all claimed she was mad. When Peter would demand why they would say she upheld conversations with her dead brother at midnight. Susan would never deny her conversations; all she did was banish the suitors.
Susan was nowhere near gentle and would never be again unless her beloved brother was returned. She was not a just a motherly sister, she was a mother weeping for the loss of her child.
For Peter, the eldest and only male king, the pain brought him a horrid personality and habits. He became cruel, harsh, sarcastic and quick to assume. He picked fights with everyone and everything. This was a dreadful change in behavior but what made it worst was he was the one dealing with the people. As High King it was his responsibility to travel and help his kingdom but he took it to the extreme of never being home. Peter would travel his kingdom with his people fearing him.
At 26 he had more wrinkles than his grandfather and his smile that made even the vilest laugh was only a myth. He made no effort to court any girl but no girl stopped trying to get his attention. Though Peter would never say it out loud, he knew love was an appalling thing that broke apart the strongest. He vowed never to fall for it and the older he grew, the stronger his vow. But no princess could understand this.
Peter was not magnificent and he highly doubted he ever would be.
If Edmund was still alive, he would laugh at his siblings. He would laugh until his sides hurt. Each of them picked up the trait that they tried so hard to rid him of. Lucy has gained his hatred for socializing and skill for avoiding all possible human contact. Susan took on his skill of hiding everything inside and keeping a stoic façade. And lastly, Peter took up his harsh mouth and hatred for the world.
It was ironic, so very ironic. And if Edmund was there he would be laughing his head off at the irony. But he was not here alas there was no laughing. There was no just.
Instead there were icy partials that mocked each sibling.
Narnia was not complete without it's four. That's what lead it to it's not so golden Golden Age.
These are the Just Less Chronicles.