The Wounded Lion

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Chapter One

Peter swung his fist into the jaw of that other boy as hard as he could. His warrior instincts were still with him, he was completely aware of all the children and adults watching him and his brother fight the other boys. He knew that his opponent was about to make a wide swing. He remembered the training from Oreius and Tywin. He easily caught the punch and twisted his opponent's wrist, not enough to break it but enough to cause pain. He was suddenly aware of the pair of soldiers rushing towards them to break up the fight. However, just before they did so, seemingly out of nowhere someone else appeared directly behind Peter.

'ENOUGH!'

That single word silenced the crowd watching and ended the fight. Peter, stunned, realised he knew the voice but it couldn't be. Scarcely believing it he slowly turned around to see him. He looked the same as when they had first seen him except for his clothes. Instead of his ornate armour he wore a suit and tie with a bowler hat on his head with a cane in his hand, every part the wealthy gentleman. Still, there was no mistaking who it was. Tywin Lannister, in London and not in Narnia.

'Tywin,' Peter heard Edmund gasp as he saw the man.

'You know these boys?' asked one of the soldiers.

'Yes,' Tywin said and judgingly looked at the two kings of Narnia before properly addressing the soldiers. 'My God-Sons.'

'Well make sure they get a damn good hiding,' the other soldier said as the crowd started to disperse.

'Peter what's going on?' he heard Susan shout as she and Lucy made their way towards the crowd and when they saw their Hand they froze.

'Susan, close your mouth,' Tywin told her and at once she did so.

'Tywin,' Lucy said and beamed as she hurried towards the man to give him a hug.

Peter thought that Tywin looked slightly awkward there, not used to such affection, but he did not tell Lucy to stop. When Lucy stepped back, still smiling, Tywin cleared his throat.

'It's good to see you all again,' he said to them.

'How are you here?' asked Susan.

'Why are you here?' asked Edmund.

'Has something happened to Narnia?' Peter asked, feeling worried.

'Are taking us home?'

'Let's sit down first,' Tywin said and the five of them sat down on a bench nearby. When they were all comfortable Peter waited eagerly for Tywin to start speaking. 'I wish I was here with good news Your Graces but of late little good has happened in Narnia.'

'What's happened?' asked Peter.

'Do you remember how time passes differently here than it does in Narnia? Well, it has been a long time since you left. A year after you vanished chasing after that damned stag all of the lords of Narnia met to decide who would claim the throne. I was chosen to be king.'

'Good,' said Edmund.

'Yes. Unfortunately Lord Peridan disagreed and a civil war broke out.'

'But Peridan, but Peridan would never have tried to seize the crown,' said Lucy.

'I learned after the war began that he learned of the Red Wedding from you Susan. Because of that knowledge he wanted to keep me off the throne. Most of the war was fought on the Lone Islands. I won after two years of fighting. The singers called it the War of the Lion King. Stupid name.'

'You still haven't told us why you're here,' said Susan, although her voice lacked its usual certainty after hearing of the war.

'I was getting to that Your Grace. Centuries passed in Narnia and eventually another civil war was fought. King Jamie Lannister the Second of His Name and his wife had four children. A boy, a girl, a boy and a girl again. He believed that they were you born again and he named them after you.'

'How do you know this?' Peter asked quickly.

'I will tell you soon Your Grace. After King Jamie died he wanted his children to share power as you did but, sadly, they had little in common and they battled each other to be sole ruler of Narnia. It became known as the Dance of the Lions and in the end Queen Susan the Third of Her Name became the ruler of Narnia. Soon after her victory the Telmarines invaded.'

'Telmarines?' asked Edmund, clearly confused. 'But there just a small colony, there nothing.'

'While Narnia tore itself apart the Telmarines grew strong. The Narnians of the Telmarines have been fighting each other for hundreds of years now.'

'How do you know this?' begged Lucy. 'Tywin, tell us.'

'Because I have been dead for over a thousand years.'

Silence. Peter was silent as he looked at what he was so sure was their friend, their Hand, but now knew to be a dead man.

'What are you?' he asked.

'A shade. A ghost. I have been sent to bring you back to Narnia. Peace cannot be restored there until you return to our kingdom once again,' he then stood up.

'Will you be with us?' Lucy asked hopefully.

'Alas no,' he responded. 'I cannot go with you. Still, that doesn't mean you will alone there.'

'What are you talking about?' asked Susan.

'Let's just say that Westeros has more to give to Narnia than I thought so,' he said and held out his right arm. 'Grip my arm Your Graces.'

'Of course,' Peter said and eagerly put his hand on his old Hands arm.

Once all four did so Peter felt the Tube Station fade away around him

...

The panicked lords and ladies tried to push, kick and even bite their way past the Sparrows blocking the ways out of the Great Sept of Baelor. Margery gripped her brothers shaky, weak hand and tried to shove her way past the chained fanatics.

'Let us through! I am your queen let us through!'

They didn't budge. In her mind she cursed Cersei Lannister at bringing these lunatics to power. Slowly the Queen of Westeros turned to look at the High Sparrow and the look on his face was one of sudden fear and realisation. That was the last she would ever see of the High Sparrow. The floor growled and shook as if the ground beneath had been torn open and Mergery thought that the marble beneath her feet had started to heat up suddenly. It felt as hot as a bread oven. Suddenly there was a loud crack and the next thing Margery saw was pure green fire as a wall of heat slammed into her face, her crown blowing off her head as the Wildfire tore towards her and Loras.

...

Then it was warmth. It was not the scorching, painful heat of the Wildfire. Instead it was the nice, gentle heat of a summer evening. Margery opened her eyes and had to shut them at once, the sun above was blinding her tired eyes. She looked away from the sky and opened her eyes again to see grass. Slowly she stood up and, on shaky feet, looked around her. She was in some sort of garden, completely overgrown and not too far away she could see a crumbling stone wall.

'Hello?' she said nervously and looked around her quickly, fearful of where she was. 'Hello?'

'Margey?' a voice said and she turned around to see a gap in the wall and walking through it was Loras.

The sight of her brother made her smile with joy, not only at him being there but at seeing what he looked like. The horrible wound on his head was gone, colour was in his skin and his hair had grown back. Loras was wearing his full plate armour which gave him the same as the Knight of Flowers, and his sword was at his waist.

'Loras,' she shouted and Margery moved to lift up the hem of her dress as she ran towards him only to realise she was wearing breeches and hose. She ran towards her brother anyway though.

They embraced for a moment until Margery stepped back from her brother.

'Where are we?' she asked him.

'No idea,' he answered as a look of realisation crossed his face. 'The Sept was filled with Wildfire. This might be...well, you know.'

'No. I don't think this is the sort of place the Stranger would call home.'

'How would we know?'

'We'd better take a look around.'

'Yes. Wait, what are you wearing?'

Margery looked down at her body and saw she was wearing a green tunic and a doublet with the rose of Highgarden over her heart. Her boots were made of strong leather and a belt was at her waist which had a dirk sheathed in it. The weapon was ornate with a ruby on the pommel surrounded by gold in the style of a rose.

'Boys clothes,' she responded. 'They'll do for now.'

'Alright. Let's have a look around.'

The two of them walked for over an hour, moving through the ruins of what Margery guessed must have once been a palace as beautiful as Highgarden. Large out of place boulders and rusted heads of ballista bolts with crumbled walls made them guess that it had been attacked centuries ago and nature soon took over. In places trees were growing in the middle of rooms and once well kept gardens were overgrown, small forests of flowers mingled with grass and weeds. Eventually they came to what looked like a walled off garden but there was an iron gate, rusted and hanging off its hinges, and on each side of the gate was a statue of a lion.

'Let's take a look,' said Loras as he led Margery into the garden.

It was massive and completely overgrown. Yet, here and there, they were able to see dozens of statues amongst the grass which had grown to be as tall as a man. Margery walked to one of the statues to see its head had been taken off and, hidden by the grass, was a stone sarcophagus which had been broken into and left in it were just a few bones and a rusted sword.

'It's a mausoleum,' she heard Loras say.

'But to who?'

'To whoever owned the castle.'

'And I want to know who they were.'

Margery walked amongst the graves until she came to one at the end of the garden, probably the first one to be put there, and it had been spared destruction by attackers. Instead it had been strangled by ivy. As the young queen looked at the still intact sarcophagus she saw a name on the stone through the tangle of ivy and gasped.

'Loras! Look at this.'

'What is it?' he asked as he rushed towards her.

'We have to get rid of the ivy,' she said and pulled out her dirk.

Together they cut away the ivy from the sarcophagus and they were able to read the full inscription on it.

HERE RESTS, FOREVER TO DWELL IN ASLAN'S COUNTRY, TYWIN LANNISTER, FIRST OF HIS NAME, KING OF NARNIA AND EMPEROR OF THE LONE ISLANDS. TRUSTED HUSBAND, FATHER AND FAITHFUL SERVANT TO HIGH KING PETER, QUEEN SUSAN, KING EDMUND AND QUEEN LUCY. PERISHED AT THE AGE OF A HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE. ONCE A KING OF NARNIA, ALWAYS A KING OF NARNIA.

The siblings were silent. Margery's eyes trailed down to the side of the long dead kings tomb to see a relief carved into the side of it. The first image showed a man talking to four children. The next was of the man and children following a small animal. After that there was the man and three of the children with two animals crouched in a tunnel, then the man, children and animals bowing before a crowned lion. After that there was a scene of a battle with many creatures battling each other. There were more images until the last one where a man was being crowned.

'What is this?' asked Loras.

'Tywin died. We died. We came here after he did.'

'Why?'

'I don't know.'

'We have to find out Margery. We have to.'

'I know brother.'

'Did you hear that?' Loras suddenly asked her.

'Hear what?'

Loras and Margery were silent for a moment and then the young woman heard it. Voices.

'Come on,' Loras hissed as he grabbed his sister by the hand and pulled her towards a tangle of bushes and tall grass.

Margery crouched down in it and peered through a gap in the plants to the gates where she saw four children walk into the garden.

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