A Narnian from Telmar

by edmundpevensiesfaceoncake

Orla is half Telmarine, half Narnian and has learnt to look after of herself. She cares for no one but herself, or so she thinks, until she meets the Pevensies and befriends the youngest brother. This story follows the Prince Caspian story from Orla's point of view as an extra character that I have added in. It follows the film version more than the book just to make it easier.

Chapter One-Four new acquaintances and one old friend

During the Spring I go out in the woods to collect berries and hunt rabbits, birds, etc. My Father taught me how to from a young age. He also taught me to collect more than I needed in Autumn to prepare myself for Winter. My Father taught me a lot of things, which I'm glad of now that he's gone. It means I know how to survive on my own. For a while, after my Father left, a pair of dwarves and a badger took me in, but I left when I turned thirteen.

I don't need to be looked after. I can look after myself.

So, there I was, picking fruit and making snares, when I heard a branch snap behind me.

I turned round and saw nothing, so I assumed it must have been a small animal.

I carried on making my snare, but I heard another snap. This time closer.

"Who's there?" I called out.

There was no response.

My eyes searched the woods frantically as I slowly pulled out the sword my Father had left to me.

"Don't think I won't kill you when I can see you," I called out into the woods again.

Then whispers drifted towards me from the woods.

"She's obviously a Telmarine." "Should we kill her?" "No, you're making a mistake." "But she's dangerous." "We don't know that." "Wait, is that a Narnian sword?"

"I can hear you, you know?" I replied to the strange whispers.

Suddenly a dark haired boy emerged from the trees.

"Edmund, what do you think you're doing?!" A hushed, male voice cried.

The boy took no notice and instead began to walk towards me.

I braced myself for the attack.

"Is that a Narnian sword?" He repeated the question I'd heard only moments before.

"Yes," I replied, still stood waiting for him to launch himself at me, "It was my Father's"

"But you're a Telmarine aren't you?"

By this point the boy was only a few metres away from me.

"Only half," I explained.

The boy kept moving closer, but I felt more at ease. I didn't see him as much of a threat any more.

"My Father was a Fawn and my Mother was a Telmarine. Thankfully I inherited her legs."

The boy smiled, obviously amused at the simple fact I'd given him.

All of a sudden he was only about half-an-arm's-reach away.

"I'm Edmund," he said, "And these are my brother and sisters."

An older boy and girl and a younger girl appeared from the trees.

"Peter, Susan and Lucy," he introduced, "And this," he said as a familiar looking dwarf stepped out, "is Trumpkin."

"She knows," said Trumpkin, "Hello, Orla."

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