Isabelle's resurrection--Establishment in the Lamb of Aslan

by huntingfortruth3

This is how the virgin queen Isabelle Rose Gaston saves her family from the evil resistance from interfering with the good light and future forward. Gaston refuses to leave her alone to defend from a certain death attack, but he takes the villagers, the children, and his only child, Doe. The enchanters stay hidden and watch over Isabelle as she encounters the King, Aslan.

Surprising Supplies of Memories

ISABELLE'S RESURRECTION

By: Claire N. Teague

FORWARD

Bella was in the village, watching her children play. She saw her radiant husband by that disturbing mirror. "Isn't she a beauty?" said Gaston, trying to look presentable and dusting his waistcoat, by the village mirror. "My waistcoat is nice, my wife is the most gorgeous creature in all of France, and my children are beautiful just like me!" Lefou rolled his eyes and sighed, "You need to take a break from admiring your vanity of yourself," said Lefou, looking over at the girls talking. "If you don't, I bet Bella will have to penalty you!"

Gwen, Lefou's wife, she was a strict woman, sensible, but sweet as Bella, but they were worried about their men's social communication. "You distract them, while I destroy the mirror, I hoped and prayed to destroy that distraction," said Bella, walking on the other side of the guys. "Ready, set, sound off the gun!" Gwen found one of Lefou's pistols and shot it from behind. "What was that, are we to be on patrol?" asked Gaston, on alert. Then Bella threw her electro balls at the mirror and a bat flew out. He bit her hand in which it bled in pain. "My king will return, and he'll kill you and destroy your puny little family," he said, horrifically. "MuHahahahaha!" The bat flew away, and Bella screamed. Gaston turned around and came to Bella, "My darling, your hand?" he said, covering it with his hankercheif. "Let's go and fix it up, and then we'll discuss the confusion details at the castle." Bella cried as Benard took the children up to the castle.

CHAPTER ONE

What is a Vampire?

Bella cried as Gaston sweetly took his wife's hand and cleaned her wound. "This doesn't look like a mirror glass cut, more like something or someone bit you," he replied, wrapping her hand up in gauze. "Bella, the children are safe with my father, why don't you relax on my lap, and tell me all about it." Bella said since Benard was a child, Electrite, the witch-king wanted to use his family and children to abuse nature, Aslan's power and gain the kingdom of Fantasy. When Agatha raised her son, she later had a little girl, when he married Faleen Franz. Faleen, Gaston's mother, Agatha and Maurice's sister, was burdened and Bella inherits her pain. With Gaston, Adam, Clarisse, Louibelle, Belle, Isabelle, Gilligan, Benjamin, Mallery, John, Matthew, and Rosalyn were the first-generation descendants burdened by Electrite's lust and greed.

Vampire's are victim creatures that are bats that can turn into a person figure that can eat creatures or mankind. They have a weakness, that others have pity on them and hate the light. The mirror in the village was always a trap for Gaston and other once foolish men under the spell of Electrite, the father of evil, and his sons, John Electrite and Matthew Black, a vampire prince. They are attracted to anything that is beautiful, deliciously frightened and lips (of a woman) to kiss in an advantage to say "no" to. Their words of love language are twisted, they say hate for love, sometimes zing if possible. But anyways, why would they be after Bella?

Maurice, the starwolf, Rose Maurice, and her niece, Louibelle, who was Teacup the starwolf, entered the room. They sat down to listen to the past burdening stories of Aslan, Benard and Isabelle vs Electrite, Jades and Maleficent. "The Enchanted commitment for magic family affairs, isn't possible and strictly against our rules to marry and have two wives," said Rose, as she sat down. "It is not allowed to force, arrange by force, and make your own by selfishness of a man, creature or an evil spirit. To make one's offspring for an enemy, slave or torture management." Bella was furious in Gaston's lap, by the fire of the fireplace in the royal living room. "I don't like it, and not to mention 'hate', but that why does a man have to be so addicted to a woman's beauty and make her a wife, when he doesn't even have a feeling or ask her what she desires?" said Bella, upset. "I'm going to sacrifice myself, if that what it'll take for them to stop. If they think my death will help them win, they are wrong. There is always a bright side, if evil knows they have lost, then why do the keep battling us to the death?"

Quarreling went over the adults and when the little ones came into the room, little Doe said, "Is mama going to die, Grandpapa, Benard?" asked Doe, worriedly. "That bat was a bad creature, he needs some love, but their love is worse than ours." Gaston picked up his little boy, Buck Stone Gaston, and cradled him as Bella rose, boldly upset. "The littler you are, the tougher and most resistant you are!" said Bella, clenching her fists. "Violence won't solve your problems, it'll only make them worse. That is why the queen will defend her homeland, if death is the best way to cure the tie breaker."

Lefou offered to take the people, Gaston and their children to the safety and protection in Aradon. Adam made arrangements, to visit anyways, and since this was a one-time opportunity, Aslan was coming to France. "To make way for the king's coming, we'd better prepare for the second coming." Said Bernard, putting the children into the carriage. "Think of our offspring, take them to the sanctuary until the close is clear, to return." Gaston wanted to stay, but he remained as a plead from Isabelle, to remain with the children and villagers. "Bella, I-I- I won't deny your request," said Gaston, worriedly. "I do hope for the best for you, why does this have to be so sudden?" Isabelle went to the side along with Gwen, Clarisse, Louibelle and Silus. Bernard, Agatha and now we just had to await Aslan and the villains.

The French air was crisp, the air wasn't very clean. The sky was white, the sun was the color of fire, and the grass was the turned color of copper. Isabelle walked down the lane as if nothing changed to her, just as if it was like yesterday. Two vampires dressed in red, like the color of ash and blood mixed together. The one man, John Electrite, along with his brother, Matthew Black, were favorites of their mother, Maleficent. "Many a good day, so you think?" asked John, sneering to his brother. "Nay, who is that lovely virgin over there?" Matthew said it was the queen of France, the wife of Gaston. "Isabelle, I can't believe it, that puny descendant of Uncle Bernard, ubsurd!" said John, sneaking up to her. "I bet her power isn't as great as father's. Let's play with her!" Isabelle just walked past them like they were just a patch of dust. "Did she even notice us?" asked Matthew, confused. "She passed us like twice now." Isabelle turned around and greeted the men. "Bonjour, gentlemen, what brings you to my estate?" she greeted, not in a merry way, but simply non-emotional. "What brings you to my country, the sites of France?"

The boys didn't know how to respond to an unsaull encounter. "Do you know who we are?" they asked, fluffling up their coats to look presentable. "You are the lamb of Narnia, are you not?" Isabelle told them whatever then needed to do to her, to be merry, since she couldn't see any attraction of sinful hearts of such creature men. "You are not at all, the slightest idea afraid of us?" asked John, rubbing her hand. Her hand felt like fire and he took his hand away. "You seem so cold. Why are your hands burning?" Isabelle explained she was like a light for the world, shining like a star, but her ball of fire was so cold, such a burn, that evil will soon perish if they touch it. They didn't disappear, did they seem to her that they could change if they wanted to? "A friend once told me, beauty is wonderful. But it could also be great DANGER, but you must learn to control it. Or fear could be your worst enemy," she replied. "There is nothing to fear, but to only fear itself. I have never encountered such an evil, but that I have read your father's diary. And that he is being abused by his own wives." They looked curious and confused, and that's what lights the flames of innocent minds for Electrite to catch. "Come, you must be famished," said Isabelle, warmly. "Come to my home, and I might be of assistance."

CHAPTER TWO

Vigil warnings

"The suspense is too much for her," cried Louibelle, worried. "Why must she pretend to not fear them?" Bernard told them to let the lamb be. "Love thy enemies, if they persecute you, you mustn't do wrong. Violence doesn't solve your problems, it only makes them worse," said Bernard. "You shall be greatly rewarded in the kingdom of Narnia, where they will be forgotten, and you shall live in peace." John and Matt arrived in the castle, it was strangely torn and ripped. "It looks like father's place, all scraped and banded. Why does it look this way?" asked John, curious. "Does Gaston really live like this?" Matt started to become a little shook, and there were fangdeer on the walls. "My husband, Gaston, he was abused by your father, and that his anger terrorized my father's beloved home," explained Isabelle. "He doesn't scare me, your father's dark power is no match for me or the enchanters. Your father doesn't even gain that power, your mothers are the ones…they are just using you to prepare me for a death cycle." Matthew and John couldn't believe it. "We don't want to suck your power or kill women for their youth," pleaded John. "I just want to apologize and have Clarisse back."

"Despicable, what a horrible man, how could he live or learn to love like that?" argued Clarisse, as Bernard held her back. "How can we allow them to lie like this?" Bernard reminded them about the cast on lesson, "Belle learns to love the beast, Gaston falls and Beast becomes a man. Gaston is called the next monster, Bella gives him a chance, she's never seen his rampaging attitude, and he changed within marriage and a claimed heir from our name. Now Clarisse, I know you don't want a marriage, but maybe, just maybe you could give him a chance." Replied Bernard, "I was a little harsh with the boys, maybe John isn't so bad after all." Clarisse eyes widened, "Do you realize what he did to me? He enslaved my own opinions, ignored my replies, and burned my house down intending you would die. Killed my wolves, threw darts at our family picture, and tried to make me sick with a frozen spider cake. Then he forces me to have a child in a dream and she actually is real. Raised by the Evil queen, by her name Genevieve Applette, trying to find out how to be related into royalty. Evie, where have I gone wrong. I feel awful abandoning a blue-eyed, blue-haired child."

John and Matthew tried to torture her by crowning her with jewels, silks and a crown of thorns. She wore purple the color of royalty and red for the precious pureblood. Her white dress the sign of virginity and purity, usually held for a wedding. She was tied with a ribbon hard and carried to the middle of the wood to a wooden table in the shape of a cross. "The tree sword coffin." It read. "The wooded lamb's sacrificing table." Electrite was a tall man, dressed in purple and had a lock around his neck. His hair was white and his eyes were crackled and buldging green. "Cast-er away, she's a pretty feast," said Electrite with a frightful laugh. "So yer what they call Aslan's lamb, eh?" Isabelle with tears but tried to show no fear. "How dare you, Aslan is no Beast, you are!" she shouted, furiously. "How dare you sacrifice the lamb, the wife of the heir to Narnia, Gaston Sabastian Bernard has returned. Oh you'll be sorry you ever controlled him!"

CHAPTER THREE

The lamb's sacrifice

"Should I be?" he asked, laughing. "What do you say to that, ladies?" A tall white woman in a furry white coat and red hair came in with chains dragging from her sides. From her right, a younger woman with a black dress, a vampress cape and a black staff at her side. "Now we'll see how a princess risks her life to save her people," said Maleficent, shrieking with laughter. "Kill her I say, kill the best lamb!" Isabelle cried to the last light, "Aslan, if you could save me now, I promise to obey your every command, until the day I die." She yelled. "Only you could even grant that. Long may you live!" Then a roar from the hill and the sun rose over the valley, "Put her down, don't lay a sword or evil power on my lamb!" he roared, with pride. "Flee you fools, or you shall bare my storms of thunder and the lightning will strike you again. Let this be known, whoever kills the Narnian or French heir, or any of my heirs again, they will pay for their depts. If they cannot pay, I do not know what is yet to come to them." Electrite, Jades, Maleficent and Matthew fled. John stayed marveled by the roar and the sun didn't harm him.

"What about you, son of harm, why not you go?" asked Aslan, coming near the man. "Are you not one of them?" He answered, "I have seen my father's doing, it is not as great as yours. In the darkness it has bound and controlled my brother, for I have seen and believed. Evil isn't the life I want, tisn't a lie, your honor. I would like to give up my birthright as firstborn of Electrite to restore peace between Fantasia and The black isles." Aslan nuzzled over John and John was healed, "From now on, John, which means Gracious, you shall never be harmed again, and you shall choose your fate. You have touched and burdened a Gaston woman. She will decide your punishment. Bring forth Clarisse and rise Isabelle. Bring our people home."

Clarisse runs to Aslan, "But Aslan, why me? He burdened me?" asked Clarisse, crying. "He made me have that baby, he made my house burn down." Aslan told her the truth, and nothing but the truth. "You see, my child, that man never destroyed your house, he didn't mean to harm you. Matt did. He burned your house, it was his idea for the wedding, John doesn't want to be seen as the murderer, like your father. John always thought to attract you was the best way as a hunter, books and archery, but you seemed to pass him away. Give him a chance, for mine and the world's sake. I see a bright future between you." Clarisse hugged the lion, and the rest untied Isabelle, and John was forgiven of his crimes. Well, at least Clarisse was quiet. She needed time to warm up to him.

CHAPTER FOUR

Carry on the praises

When Gaston returned, it was a spring morning, and the children were playing in the meadows. The butterflies danced in the sun, the horses nursed their young in the valley, and the sheep played in their pastures. Gaston saw a beautiful maiden dressed in blue, her hair was brown like his wife's, her eyes were the same exact brown, but her dress sort of looked like her mother's. "She's okay, she's okay!" shouted Gwen, joyously. "Aslan saved Isabelle from death, Oh Lefou, it's a miracle!" she hugged her husband and the children cheered happily. "Where is Isabelle, anyways?" asked Gaston, with Doe, his little girl. "Haven't you heard, she's out in the fields watching over the flocks," said the schoolboy. "She said Aslan, says she's called the Lamb's watcher. She's shepherding the sheep close by." Gaston let Doe with Lefou and went to take a look. Bernard and Faleen saw Isabelle sitting on a high hill, on a rock, and held a little lamb in her arms.

"Why is Isabelle with the lambs, when she should be with her people?" asked Gaston, curiously. "She's out in the fields, when she should be in the village." Bernard hushed his son, and his wife watched their daughter-in-law. Isabelle sang a song that they never heard of before. And it went something like this.

Like a shepherdess feeds her flock,

And watches her children grow,

Her lambs gather by her side,

As she leads them home to the pasture.

The Soldier returns home from the war,

The hunter returns from the wood,

The family resists in the precious sight,

That the king has saved his good.

Lords nor ladies,

Gold treasures or jewels,

Isn't what Isabelle desires,

Not the hole of fire,

Not the lovesick fools,

The king's fair world,

The one who forgives liars.

Those who want to change,

Those who can from strange,

The caged fear is open,

And the hearts learn to mend,

Its not all just pretend,

But here and then,

There will be a happily ever after,

For everyone in the end.

Gaston arrives to her hill, and pants as soon as he approaches her. "Bella—uh—Bella, what happened? How are you so happy after that bloody scare?" he asked, confused. "You have a kingdom and children to attend to, not pesky sheep?" Isabelle asked Gaston if she could have a sheep pen by their castle. "Well, you are the queen, the wise one at that," he replied. "What ever you wish, but a sheep pen? Why not a new necklace or a new book, but sheep?" Isabelle said he would later on in his study as the new king, understand why she must have a flock to protect. Within the new sheep pen, and the stable restocked with new stalls for 7 sheep. "Come Sugar, come Teacup!" called Bella, in her riding clothes. "While Gaston is watching the baby, I'll herd the lambs, home with my new sheepdogs!"

On her stallion, Prince Ash, her dappled Pegasus, they raced together to gather up the lambs. One with man's best friend, they say a dog, but what is a woman's best friend. Many say a lion, many say a cat. But to her prospective, wolves, man, beasts and the Phoenix. A tender heart indeed, flashy family and helpful along the way, awaiting the new and glorious adventures towards the end of the new war and the quest for eternal peace. "Long live king Aslan, the Lionheart!"

To Be Continued…