The Glass To Terebinthia
A/N: Wow, things certainly have changed since I last published! New movie, new trends, new...pairings (shudder). Still, it's nice to be back. Lest anyone think that I am publishing this story simply because I am Caspian crazy – I came up with this story in 2006. I just haven't gotten around to writing it until now. This story is the result of a plot bunny that I thought was dead. (Of, course, I am Caspian crazy – have been since 2002, when I first read Voyage of the Dawn Treader.) This story will contain violence and drama; T rating for safety. Book- and movie-verse. Caspian x Ramandu's daughter.
Prologue
Aslan's How – Narnian Year 2303
Hunger. Thirst. Want. He had prided himself on being all these things. He thought he was invincible. But in the end, a perfect clean edge of sharp steel was all it took to bring him to his knees. The irony was sickening.
He roared in pain and fury as his side became damp with blood. The lights went out in the ensuing battle, but he could still see as though it were daylight. He glared at the young man he'd almost attacked, whose blood he certainly would have tasted had it not been for that accursed blade.
He realized blearily that his transformation was half-complete. It was now or never.
With a snarl, he lunged forward and sank his fangs into the young man's forearm. He could feel his teeth piercing through the skin, almost to the bone, and he snarled again in grim satisfaction as blood trickled into his mouth.
It tasted like victory and death at once.
As the young man screamed in pain, his attacker flung himself away with the last strength in his throbbing muscles, swallowing the young man's blood. The small amount could not quench his thirst.
One bite would have to do for now.
He lay on the earthen floor of Aslan's How, writhing as pain drew the life from him. Around him, the battle seemed to be winding down.
The young man stood above him, hacking away at his comrades with that damned blade. His attacker felt a growl creeping into his throat. Did this whelp think he could get away so easily with taking the life of a noble Werewolf?
His desperation now had nothing to do with thirst. Only vengeance.
The Werewolf directed all of his mind's energy at the young man, mentally uttering a curse.
Because you have dared to end my life, yours will end in ten years. Death will come for you when you do not expect her, and you will have no escape.
Death began to engulf him. He barely had time to finalize the curse.
But it was in effect. He could feel it already working within the young man.
And that was enough. As the Werewolf blacked out, the last thing he heard was his victim's tremulous voice.
"I'm here...Something bit me."
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It's just a prologue. Don't worry about reviewing until you've read the first chapter. (Reviewing anyway is encouraged, obviously.) ;-)
MC