Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia... Well... I own the box set, but that's completely different :)
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The boats in the harbor of the Narnian coast were all anchored tightly, and only those of the extremely late arrivals were pulling up to the docks where their passengers finally stepped off and were greeted by the sweating, tanned, muscle bound men who worked the docks. Everyone who exited the boats was buzzing with the excitement that surrounded the entire area and from the docks they could see everything that they had finally come to. The place where everyone had gathered to have a good time, to be together as different nations, and above all else, fight for glory and honor in every bloodthirsty way imaginable.
The tents were all set up along the shores, their brightly colored sides flapping lightly in the wind from the sea. The sun was out and shining down from among the cloudless blue sky, and it cast millions of sparkles upon the seemingly never ending ocean. Hundreds of voices floated on the wind; young, and old, loud, and soft, excited with the prospect of hope, and tired with the exhaustion of traveling.
Knights, and Lords, of all ages, walked from one tent to another, greeting their old friends, and eyeing their old foes. All of them dressed in their finest and most wonderful clothes, some of them glittering like finely polished jewels in the high sun light. All of their Ladies were all on the green hills that overlooked the tents upon the beach. Resting among each other's company on the sweet scented grass, or having their siesta in the comfort of the cool shade of their tents.
To any commoners that were to visit this great place of spectacle, these people would seem as interesting and beautiful as the radiant sun that shone over them, and as exotic as some of the glittering clothes that they wore. They were all, Lords and Ladies of the surrounding countries of Archenland, Telmar, Calormen, Galma, Terebinthia and the Lone Islands, come with their finest knights, and warriors to compete in the great festivities of Narnia's Beginning of the Summer tournament.
All of the knights were trained to be bloodthirsty. To show no mercy in any event, and seize every chance to give glory and power to their masters. All of the knights, were the strongest men of their country. All except one young woman who had been brought up under interesting circumstances.
Her name, was Tempest Avalon, and she was nineteen years old, along with being strongly opinionated and at times, and a bit of a hellion to those she was supposed to be controlled by. She was as wild and uncontrollable as a wild fire, and she was the warrior for her guardian, Lord Hector from the island of Redhaven of the Seven Isles.
Their tent was stationed on the part of the beach that was directly beneath the large cliffs that held on them, the glorious Cair Paravel. The shining white marble castle, that seemed to almost be a part of the cliff itself, also seemed to be a grand spectacle of everything that Tempest resented. It was the home of the four rulers of Narnia, Queen Lucy the Valiant, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just, and High King Peter the Magnificent. And it was the place where the golden festivities of the beginning of the summer would take place.
It was the place where Tempest would finally show everybody that she was not just some silly girl competing in Men's sports. She was a fighter.
She would become a champion.
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