Disclaimer: I do not own C.S. Lewis's Narnian characters, J.R.R Tolkein's Middle Earth characters, Christopher Paolini's Alagaesian characters, Tamora Pierce's Tortallian Characters nor any other character who might sneak their way into my story that I have not mentioned.
Authors Note: This and any other Moonstar story published are based closely off adventures my friends and I made up and acted out when we were young.
Chapter 1: When the eyes of old friends look different
The setting sun cast long shadows across the courtyard as the five figures waited for their guests. They were young, with the appearances of being younger, and dressed royally, though not fancy. The eldest of the five girls, and high queen of MidEvil, wore her favorite dress. It had a straight neckline, with pieces of the soft, dark green cloth bunched over her broad shoulders as straps. It stayed tightly fitted over the top half of the well muscled figured before draping elegantly to brush the top of her feet, where she wore no shoes.
Her eyes sparkled merrily as she fenced the third youngest queen who was adorned in plain brown breeches and a blouse, which was topped by a brown laced-up vest. Her golden-blonde ponytail reflected the sunlight regally as it bobbed in time to her feet, which were also bare. The girls danced around the courtyard, block and strike, block and strike.
Watching them from the side sat the two duchesses, wearing matching skirts in their magick colors, (orange and red) topped by white blouses. They took turns braiding each others hair, both a magical blonde, Tissy's waist length and Aili's shoulder length.
The second-oldest sister lay on her stomach in the grass while her fiancé, Murtagh of Alagaesia played with her dark brown hair.
"Look, here they come!" Tissy jumped up excitedly, her long braid swinging.
"Where?" Aili joined her sister instantly, almost tripping over her long, blood red skirt. Cicya and Alya stopped fencing as Rose and Murtagh stood and stretched.
"Adrielle!" Alya screamed for her closest sister, the youngest queen of MidEvil, who promptly appeared dressed exactly the same as Alya.
The six girls stood in a line, oldest to youngest, with Cicya at the far left and Aili at the far right. Murtagh stood behind Rose, his hands on her hips. A small procession of horses rode in to the court yard and a tall, handsome man with sparkling blue eyes, long, sandy blonde hair and a boyish face jumped off the first horse.
"Welcome to MidEvil, Peter Pevensie, how good to see you." Cicya said formally as she stepped forward and extended her hand. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Susan dismount in a flurry of skirts.
"Same to you, Cicya Moonstar." Peter replied as he kissed her hand, then looking into her eyes continued, "and thank you for inviting us to your ball."
"The pleasures all mine," Cicya replied as a faint blush filled the weathered cheeks. She hurried over to Edmund, to stop the staring contest that had already erupted between him and Alya. Tissy, Aili and Lucy were giggling loudly as they chatted. Once all the formalities had been exchanged a couple castle servants appeared and led the Narnians to their room before the royalty of MidEvil retired to their rooms for the night.
Cicya looked up from where she was sitting at her desk. "Come in," she called softly, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, whattya doin'?" Peter said as he gently closed the door.
"Queen stuff," Cicya yawned. "Ya know, taxes and stuff." She yawned again. Peter gave her an empathetic smile.
"You look like you need a break, we could go for a walk, err and catch up." He gave an embarrassed smile. She blushed slightly.
"I broke up with Eragon, if that's what you mean." He nodded his head in agreement. "A walk would be nice," she added to break the awkward silence that had erupted between them. She stood up and shuffled the papers on her desk to one side.
Her study was connected to her bedchambers by her sitting room, but it was the dreariest of her rooms. The walls, floors, ceilings, bookshelves, and desk were all made from a deep brown wood and the black curtains at the one small window were not much help.
Peter held the door open for her as she exited the room with a stack of official-looking scrolls. As they walked down the hallway Cicya passed off the scrolls to a servant with strict orders to send them immediately, then the two high royals exited the castle onto the passing road.
"I'm sorry about you and Eragon," Peter said in a matter-of-fact way.
"I dumped him," Cicya replied. "Alya was getting jealous, and I don't doubt that Eragon's got his eye on her as well." Peter gave an appreciative smile.
"So, I guess you don't have a date to the ball then, eh?"
"No," Cicya agreed. "And the high queen can't show up at her own ball alone." Peter stopped and turned to face her.
"High queen, Cicya Moonstar of MidEvil, would you do me the honor of allowing me, your most humble servant, to escort you to the ball tomorrow evening." Cicya giggled.
"You always were so formal Peter. And of course I'll accompany you to the ball." Peter smiled and they continued to walk.