My name, dear reader, is Peridan. If you do not recognize my name, that is well and fine. In recent years, my good friend Oreius seems to be the only creature in court, besides our monarchs and Mr. Tumnus, whom foreigners remember. I do not begrudge him the honor, though, as he has long been missing from the knowledge of Narnia in your world. It seems even the good Mr. Lewis had no recollection of him. So who am I to begrudge him these last nine years? But I digress.
I was more than happy to leave Oreius the duty of finding the poor, fainting girl who fell into the Western Woods. Under this present administration we have become so isolationist that Oreius was obliged to clap her in irons and take her to Cair Paravel. Already the Archenlanders are whispering that it is just as onerous to enter Narnia as it was under the White Witch.
But I was at a council meeting when word of the unfortunate girl reached my monarchs. And then all regal dignity was lost, if my monarchs ever possessed it to begin with. Queen Lucy raced over to the beavers and whispered, as loudly as possible, "Oh, find a new prophecy about the girl, will you, my furry dears?" Queen Susan began spinning with plans for a ball and scolding Oreius for following the previous royal directives. And King Peter and King Edmund raced for the dungeons to have the honor of releasing the unknown lady.
And I, Lord Peridan, am once again obliged to conclude the business of the meeting. In fact, I am beginning to think that it would be far easier to administer Narnia without our immature monarchs being present at all.
Unfortunately, to be continued…
This is just something that came to mind while reading one story after another with the same plot and the same (in my opinion) holes, and not meant to offend anybody or single out any story. Heck, I'm going to be poking fun of things I do in my own AU.
This is also in a style I'm new to, so reviews would be greatly appreciated!