Here is my first Narnia fanfiction. I hope after the trillionth time fixing it, I have finally got it right. Please read and review! Fellow musicians will hopefully catch on to the theme rather quickly.
Enjoy!Chapter 1: Prelude
"I have one last task for you four before you can ascend your thrones, " said Aslan, the Great Lion.
All four Pevensies looked at him in confusion. They all thought they would be crowned after the White Witch was defeated.
Finally, Lucy spoke up. "Whatever you ask us to do, we will gladly do it Aslan."
The lion smiled. "Thank you young one." He continued, "You all remember that I told you that after the battle against the White Witch, you would sit as Kings and Queens at Cair Paravel, and here we are in the castle, but I am afraid I bring bad news. There is one more great wrong we must right. Surprisingly, it does involve the White Witch. A messenger from the land of Arcadia has told me of their troubles.
"The Royal Family has five children. The middle child is the only girl, around Susan and Peter's age. Two years ago, she was kidnapped. The White Witch learned of Arcadia shortly after, since it is a city that is very hard to find, and few know about it. She grew afraid of the Arcadians, and filled the secret opening to their city with ice, so they couldn't come help Narnia fight her."
"But why was she afraid of them?" Edmund interrupted.
"Because Arcadians have the power over water," Aslan replied.
"Then why couldn't they get through the ice in the opening?" asked Lucy.
Aslan laughed. "Arcadians can only control water as a liquid, and ice is frozen. There is only one Arcadian who has the power over water in both its liquid and frozen states; Princess Philyra Nerina Anaxandra Pagos Basilikos (A/N: It's pronounced Phil-ee-ra, Ner-ee-na, Anaxandra is pronounced like Alexandra, except with an "n" instead of an "l", Pa-gos, and Ba-sill-ee-kos), Arcadia's first princess in over 200 years.
"Every Arcadian has the power over water, but only the Royal Princess has the power over ice. Jadis found this out, and used it to her advantage once she learned that the Princess was out of the way. For two years Arcadia has had the loss of both their beloved princess, and their access to the outside world, which they rarely used anyway. The ice is starting to melt, and there is room for one small person to get through, that's how I met the messenger.
"The Arcadians need your help. They need their princess back. They believe that the Prince from a small city near Telmar took her. They need someone to bring her back to them and help them break the ice."
The four Pevensies looked at one another and stepped forward.
Peter grinned, "When do we leave?"
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General Oreius galloped up to Peter on his unicorn. "Your Majesty, we have spotted the entrance to the Castle. It is right at the start of the Telmar River, just as Aslan said."
Peter thanked the centaur, and gave his siblings the update.
A while later, the four siblings and a small army were hidden a few feet away from the Castle entrance. After one last review of the possible rescue, Susan, Peter, Lucy, and Edmund walked up to the giant door and used the huge doorknocker.
"Welcome, welcome!" called the King of Telmar, from his large oak throne. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of having the future monarchs of Narnia here?"
Peter stepped forward. "Your Majesty, we have reason to believe that your youngest son, Hunter, has kidnapped the Arcadian princess."
The King laughed. He was dressed very regally, but his brown hair and short beard were a mess, and scraps of food were all over his hair and clothes. "You are mistaken. I have no sons, for you see, I am Hunter. My other brothers and father died tragically." He said the last part with sarcasm. "Now I am King, and I shall soon have a Queen, when I marry my true love, my songbird."
The Pevensies looked at King Hunter with confusion. His "songbird"? What did he mean by that?
"What's this?" the King asked, "You must hear her sing." With this last sentence, he clapped his hands and two servants pulled the curtain open that was behind the King. On his left side was a pile of red, gold, purple, and blue pillows, and above it, a hanging cage with a cloth over it. One of the servants handed King Hunter a rope, which he pulled, and when he did, the bottom of the cage swung down and a girl fell out onto the pillows.
The girl's skin was covered in bruises, cuts, and welts. She was very skinny. Her long brown hair hung in greasy clumps around and in front of her face, so the siblings couldn't see it. And she was dressed in dress with straps, which hung down to her feet at one time, but the bottom was torn-up up to just below her knees. There were two slits in the dress, one on each side, going up to halfway between her knees and waist.
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
The King pulled a chain that was attached to a collar around the girl's neck, and she was half dragged, half stumbled to the throne where he held her firmly around the waist.
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
Susan called out. "Are you the Arcadian princess? If so, please tell us. We have come to bring you home."
The King pulled the teen closer to him. "You will not deprive me of my songbird. I love her with all my heart! We are in love! You will not stand in the way of love! Come any closer and she dies!" At this he brought out a dagger and put it to the poor girl's neck. She reached behind her and grabbed a blue jewel on the King's necklace.
"Let him," said a hoarse voice, "Let him end my life. It will be better that way. Do not waste your time on me. I have nothing left to live for." She looked up at the four Pevensies, and her hair fell away from her face. The siblings stared in horror, for her face, like the rest of her body had red marks and bruises all over it.
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
"Now, now, my sweet, we have each other and our love," the twisted King replied. He looked back at the Pevensies. "You see," he laughed evilly, "she rather die than go with you. Leave us alone. She doesn't have anything in the world besides me worth living for. She doesn't even own her own voice."
Susan was fed up. She didn't care if this girl was the Princess or not; no one should be treated so horribly. She blew her horn that she had been secretly hiding. General Oreius and the small army burst through the throne room doors a minute later. The centaur threw Peter his sword and shield, and Susan her bow and arrows. In seconds the two were on King Hunter while everyone else battled the guards. The King threw the girl, and when he did, her hand was still on the jewel of his necklace. The necklace broke, and the girl went tumbling onto the floor. The King tried to jab the two siblings, but with one stab from Peter and one arrow from Susan, the deranged king was dead. The rest of the Narnians had killed the rest of the guards. The four siblings ran over to the fallen girl.
"Lucy, quick! She's not breathing! Give her some of your potion!" called Susan.
Lucy gave the girl a drop of her potion, but strangely, nothing happened.
"Maybe she needs water too," suggested Edmund, "she looks dehydrated."
Peter gave the girl some water from his flask, and soon after, she started breathing. A few minutes later, her eyes opened weakly.
"What is your name?" asked Susan.
The girl didn't answer, but instead opened her hand to reveal the jewel from the dead king's necklace. She raised her hand, and with what little strength she had, smashed it on the ground. She opened her mouth and a blue wind could be seen flowing into it. She replied in her hoarse voice, "Princess Philyra Nerina Anaxandra Pagos Basilikos," and lost consciousness.
It's like I'm not me,
"So is she the Princess?" asked General Oreius as he trotted over.
"Yes, she is, the poor girl," replied Peter. He gently picked her up, his hands under her knees and back, and they all walked out of the now empty palace. When they got to their steeds, Peter got on his unicorn and gently placed the princess in front of him and held her as the rescue group headed home.
At Cair Paravel, Peter handed the still unconscious girl over to a group of female fauns who would clean her up.
After supper, the future monarchs were told the princess was all cleaned up. The four went up to the guestroom and looked around for the girl.
"Where is she?" Lucy finally asked.
"Why, right there of course," answered one of the maids, "but there's something you should kn-."
She was cut off by the gasps of the Pevensies. There, sleeping on a chaise lounge, was the Princess, but she didn't look like the Princess that they had rescued.
Her brown, clumped hair had turned into gold hair with a gentle curl, and she had sky blue highlights. The cuts, bruises, and welts had all disappeared to reveal perfect, just slightly tanned, skin. She was sleeping in a pink nightgown with a terry cloth bathrobe around her waist.
"Just before we got her in the water, she felt as cold as ice, and even though the water was hot, it took her a while before she felt normal. As we washed her in the bathtub, al the red marks disappeared," the maid explained, "When we washed her hair, brown liquid came out of her hair, making it like you see it now. She woke up during the bath, but didn't do anything, except look at us weakly, poor thing. She fell asleep just before Your Majesties arrived."
The siblings stared at the girl. Finally, Susan said, "Well, we best put her to bed."
Peter stepped forward and picked up the clean princess. "Why, she's colder than ice!" exclaimed the eldest Pevensie. He quickly but gently brought her to the large bed across the room. He carefully laid her down, and her hair fell picturesquely onto the pillows. Susan and Lucy tucked the girl in using plenty of blankets to make her warm again, and then, the four quietly walked out of the room, leaving the Arcadian Princess to rest.
It's like I'm not me…
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please keep reading.
The song used was Kelly Clarkson's Addicted.
Haras