Disclaimer: I do not own any of C.S. Lewis's books or the movies that were made from them, unfortunately. I only own the plot.
Well here's the first chapter of my new fanfic! I hope you like it!
I simply stood in a tree and watched on, a strange look on my face.
"You filthy Telmarine!"
"Tear his throat out!"
"Cut him in half!"
"Rip his limbs off!"
I kept watching, both curious and enraged, as one of the centaurs, Glenstorm, cried, "What would Lady Keada say, seeing a Telmarine at mercy?" The creatures surrounding him all roared in agreement, raising their swords to show it. They all charged towards the young man in front of them, their blades ready to tear him in half. Glenstorm was the closest, and he raised his blade to slice the Telmarine's throat.
In one, swift jump, I stood facing the young man with my two swords drawn and blocking the Glenstorm's sword and a faun's sword. I was smiling, my head tilted to one side a little.
Gasps rippled though the crowd.
I spoke up, "I'm not quite sure, Glenstorm, what would I say?" I asked the centaur behind me. The Narnians sheathed their swords, and I followed suit. The smile was still on my face, giving the Telmarine no reason not to trust me. After I knew every blade was back in its case, I bowed before him.
All around my I felt shock make its way through the crowd. I bent back up and saw the shock plastered on his own face. "Why did you do that?" he asked in his thick accent.
"Aren't you supposed to bow before a rightful king? Especially the one of Narnia," I stated, raising my chin questioningly.
More gasps were echoed through the vast forest. Glenstorm spoke again, "Lady Keada! Surely you're joking! You can't expect a Son of Adam to lead --"
I snarled at him, whipping myself around to face him, teeth bared. "What makes you think that Children of Adam and Eve cannot lead?" I spat. I was incredibly stunned at his statement.
Glenstorm fumbled for words under my harsh glare. "I – you – but he – you – I never meant you! You were raised here since you were only four years of age! You're practically a full-blooded Narnian!"
I growled at him and turned back to the Telmarine, "I apologize for their hostility, they will never forgive your people for the torture and suffering they've put us through."
He nodded meekly. Then his eyes clouded over in thought, "So, you're the leader of Narnia?"
I shrugged, "Not exactly, but yes, in a way."
He bit his lip and knelt before me, his head resting on his sword. I laughed, and I felt the Narnians shift uncomfortably at the sound. They had not heard me laugh since I arrived first here. I placed my finger under his chin and lifter his head to look at me again, and he got the hint and stood up.
"I will never be anything like you will be, Prince Caspian." I smiled again at him, and something hazy flashed in his brown eyes as I did. "You shall have my quarters for now until one for you is made that is fit for a king." I turned back to the Narnians, "And that is how he shall be treated, as a king."
Uneasily, they nodded. They were still weary of the young prince. I shook my head at their not trusting me, and then turned to Caspian. I grabbed his wrist and beckoned for him to follow me, which he did.
I led him into the trees and stopped as I stood before one enormous oak. I stared at it for a second and found the way in, which was tangled in the oak's many roots. Caspian struggled a bit, but he made his way in. Inside, it was vast with space and old furniture. I motioned to the bed. "You can sleep here," I told him, "for now." He nodded, and I left him to sleep. He obviously had a long day, and needed the rest.
Caspian's POV
I stared in horror as the strange creatures in front of me shouted all kinds of threats, cursing my existence and my people. I wanted to draw my sword, but what good would it do? I was outnumbered by over a hundred. There was no way I could take them all on in combat and win without fatal injuries.
One of the centaurs, the leader apparently, roared something and then they all came rushing towards me, yelling more threats and drawing their blades. The centaur was getting close, and I stood there, paralyzed in fear, while his sword came closer and closer to slicing the fragile skin covering my neck. I braced myself for pain.
But instead, I felt nothing. All I heard was a drop of light weight on the ground and two blades clashing together. Standing in front of me, a girl a little younger than me with long, curly brown hair and green eyes stood in front of me, two swords in her hands which were blocking the centaur's blade and a faun's blade. Her dress was long and touched the forest floor, in colors of rich purple. It looked a bit dirty, like she hadn't washed it for a little while. Well, she lives in the forest doesn't she?
She smiled and answered the centaur. "I'm not quite sure, Glenstorm, what would I say?" I gaped at her, standing there, speechless, for she then bowed before me.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, confused.
She stared at me in curiosity and said, "Aren't you supposed to bow before a rightful king? Especially the one of Narnia." Gasps rippled through the crowd of Narnians.
The centaur said something about Sons of Adam not being able to lead when the girl in front of me snapped her head towards him, her soft hair grazing my face as she did. She seemed to . . . growl, and she scolded his comment. Glenstorm sputtered out explanations and apologies, and she shook her head.
She turned back to me. "I apologize for their hostility; they will never forgive your people for the torture and suffering they've put us through."
I nodded, feeling fatigue settling in. I thought for a second. If she was called "Lady Keada", and she seemed to be a role model or something to them, was she the current and temporary ruler of Narnia until the rightful ruler took throne? "So, you're the leader of Narnia?"
She pursed her light pink lips, that I couldn't help noticing were in perfect condition for living in the wild for so long. After a second, she shrugged, "Not exactly, but yes, in a way."
Wondering what exactly I was supposed to do, I bit my lip and kneeled to her, as though she were a queen. She laughed, sweetly, not mockingly, and it sent shivers down my spine. It sounded so . . . innocent and carefree. I wanted to listen to the sound more and more, but her laughter wore off. I felt some of the Narnians move in their spots, as though unsettled by the noise.
She placed a surprisingly soft finger under chin and raised my head to meet her eyes. Their shade was surprisingly dark, for someone who seemed so lighthearted.
"I will never be anything like you will be, Prince Caspian." She smiled again, and I felt a strange warmth creep through me at her soft-looking, curled lips, I felt tired with relief and safety. All because this girl, Keada, smiled at me. "You shall have my quarters for now until one for you is made that is fit for a king." she turned back to the Narnians, "And that is how he shall be treated, as a king."
The creatures around me nodded, thought they were still uneasy. She once again shook her head and then suddenly grabbed my wrist. She pulled me up next to her and I understood, deciding to follow her. She led me to a great oak tree, its roots tangled in the ground. She stared at them for a second and then walked through a small passage. I followed her, having a bit of trouble among the many roots.
When I finally maneuvered my way through it, the tunnel resulted in a wide, underground room filled with old, age-smelling furniture and several tree roots holding up thing that were hanging from the ceiling.
Keada pointed to the bed. "You can sleep here, for now." I nodded and settled down. I almost instantly fell asleep, but caught her gracefully striding out of the quarters.
Well that was my first chapter, I hoped you liked it!!
Please review, I need inspiration!!
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