The Door to My House
Author's Note: This entire story is from Reepicheep's prospective and it details his culture, history, and time in the service during the events of Prince Caspian. Do not expect this story to follow one hundred percent canon. This is also an experiment on character development, romance, and long detailed epics.
Thank you, now I shall leave you in capable hands.
Any explanation of new concepts (such as words, places, etc. that are not of the canon) will be explained in a footnote type of author's note.
Enjoy.
Theme Song: "Where I Belong" by Swtichfoot (on their Vices Verses album)
A Note to the Reader:
If you are expecting this to be grandiose, accurate to truth or simple full of folly then I honestly don't know why you have come.
Perhaps you are expecting this to be an epic tale that paints me to be an unmoving aegis for justice or even worse, a perfect soul whose only flaw according to most records is: believed in something too much.
Perhaps you are hoping this to be true to what you know, that this follows the same story you know me to tell, the one about the gallivanting crusader, the poetic lyricist or the motivation behind brotherhood between unlikely pairs of people.
Perhaps you are expecting this to be a misadventure, where I recklessly plunge myself into situation after another and as if by happenstance, come across a soul worse than me and save them from the pitiful state that is misery and the incredible power that is disillusion.
If you expect those particular details and circumstances to be on the following pages then I suggest you read something else.
For this is not about me.
I know, the title is misleading, but just to clarify, it only features me, but it isn't necessarily about me. I am merely the wheel that these casts of players (which are many in number) ride on to tell it.
Best Regards,
Reepicheep H.D.