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A/N Yes. I have done the unthinkable. I named Ramandu's Daughter :) You may not like how all the characters are portrayed here in the first chapter, but I fully intend to fix everything in the end. :) Hopefully it will all be very heart warming and lovely then. I am not quite as happy with this one as my other story, but this is only the first chapter. This chapter is from RD's POV but I think I will switch and go between her, Caspian and Ramandu in the chapters to come. Stay with me and tell me what you think please.

Many thanks to my sister for playing editor and telling me when something sounds stupid :D


King Caspian and his crew arrived here today. They are down in numbers by four. I knew they were leaving Reepicheep, the noble Mouse, there, at the World's End, but I hadn't expected them to leave the three others behind. All four seemed to be close companions of the king and I did wonder how he was taking their parting.

I did not go to welcome them this morning, though I desperately wanted to do so; my father had advised against it. They would be busy unloading their ship and setting up camp. They would be spending the winter here, in unfamiliar territory, and therefore had plenty of preparations to make. They would be tired. My father tells me there's nothing worse than a cranky sailor who's been a few too many months at sea. If they wished to have extra company they would find me, Father said.

I desperately long to see the king. He has finally found our island and seems to be taking an interest in me. I have heard that this is destiny. His words play over again in my mind.

"My Lady, I hope to see you again, after I have broken all enchantments"

My heart had quite nearly melted at those words. Was this a promise that he would return? But how could he return from all the glories of the World's Edge? Aslan's Country lies beyond the Last Sea. How could a man come so close to such a magnificent place and still force himself to come back to this reality? Surely he hadn't known what wondrous things awaited him and that is why he made such a promise. I couldn't expect him to keep it. But I could hope for his return. If we were destined to be together he would come back to me.

Now he has returned. He has broken the enchantments. But he has not come to see me. I suppose I shouldn't be so selfish. He is probably tired and, more than likely, does not want to be bothered by a love-stricken half-star- especially not a half-star. I am the oddest of creatures. I cannot imagine why he would want to be with me. He has only known of the existence of Old Narnians for about three years. I would be considered an oddity even among them. To a man who has been raised almost entirely around Telmarines and dumb animals, my very existence must seem completely nonsensical.

Perhaps I am rushing things a bit. He was only here for a few weeks before setting sail for the World's End. He hasn't known me very long at all, yet I have known him since I was a small flame in the sky looking down on Narnia and he was but a child wishing upon stars. I have seen so much of his life, though not as much as I could have if I'd have been born a complete star. I could not burn in the heavens day and night as the other stars could. Nay, one week there would exhaust all my energies and I would be unable to burn for another few months. All the same, I feel he is part of me. Aslan tells me in due time he will be, for it is our destiny.

I go outside to clear my mind. The night sky has a calming effect on me. I stroll to the beach and sit on the shore. My thoughts begin to drift as I absent-mindedly take in my surroundings. Everything is so constant here. Nothing ever changes. It is both dull and comforting at once. The same ocean, same trees, same stars up in the sky (all my dear cousins, but they are too far away for me to join in their conversations) the same white sand, the same Caspian - Caspian?

Why yes, I do believe that is King Caspian, sitting alone, gazing at the stars. I wonder what he's doing here. It must be well past midnight by now. Sensible kings would be resting at this hour after such a long journey. Then again, Caspian is unlike any king I've ever heard of. I should speak with him and see what is keeping him from sleep at such an hour. Or perhaps I should leave him alone as Father suggested. After a few minutes of internal debate, I decide I should approach him.

"King Caspian?" I startle him out of his own thoughts. "I see your guard is down tonight. If I had been an enemy I could've very well slain you. Is something wrong?"

In an instant, all fears I had concerning Caspian's feelings toward me are dashed. His countenance changes to that of a love-stricken peasant boy in the presence of a lovely princess. The great king who is ever so skilled in giving speeches is now reduced to a man struggling to find his voice. I find this endearing.

He stands to his feet. "No, my Lady... Nothing is wrong. I was just out here to think - because we kings have to do a lot of thinking in order to rule countries and things. It's a tough job but someone has to - I sound completely foolish don't I? Yes, indeed you caught me off guard. I shall try to keep my witts about me better than I have on this night." He allows himself a sheepish grin and I allow myself a chuckle.

"Tell me King Caspian -"

"Caspian is fine, my Lady. Just Caspian."

"Very well then. What brings you here at this hour, Caspian? I don't believe you're out here thinking because that's just what kings do," I smile. "It seems you could think just as well back at your camp."

"Well, no. That isn't quite the reasoning behind it. However, I really am out here to think. I couldn't sleep. And you couldn't have either had you been there. I swear, every last one of my men snores loud enough to wake the dead! What about you? You're out terribly late as well, when there are strange men on your island about whom you know nothing. (Not saying I, or my men would ever harm you. Aslan forbid it.) But one might suggest your guard is down tonight as well, my Lady, I beg your pardon, but I have yet to learn your name."

My, he's charming, even when he rambles. "It's Amora. What makes you think I know so little of you and your men, Caspian?"

"Amora. It's a lovely name. I daresay I would've remembered if we'd met before. You're quite stunning. You have a dazzling personality and I very much doubt anything could erase your memory from my mind. If one of my men had been so blessed as to meet someone who was even half the extraordinary woman you are, I assure you, they would've boasted about it through the entire voyage. So, if we know nothing of you, how could you know anything of us?"

I am speechless. I am flattered and stunned beyond words. Worse yet, or better yet as the case may be, Caspian's gaze is unrelenting. I find my tongue. "I have watched you for the past several years from the heavens, Caspian. Do not forget, my father is a star. I find you very..." amazing, inspiring, handsome, charming, lovable, brave, "...interesting. Overall, I believe you are a good king. And as I don't believe such a fine king would see fit to keep company with wretches, I can surmise that your men must be good as well. As for why I am out at this late hour, I am a star and therefore, I thrive in the beauty of the night. This is my time. And I too, come here to think."

"I had no idea you possessed the ability to take on a star's form. If I had such an ability, I can't say I would ever come down. What's it like up there?"

"I cannot stay there. I am only half star." I hate having to admit what a strange creature I am.

"As for what it's like, it is much the same as here on this island. I don't really belong in either place, I suppose. I am neither human, nor star. I cannot stay in the sky and burn for thousands of years. I will not live forever, as my cousins and my father will. But I do not look quite like all the other humans do either. I glow when I get extremely happy or fearful, I burn things when I am angry. I just don't belong anywhere. But you didn't need to know all that. You have your own problems. I am such a -"

I hadn't noticed when Caspian had moved in closer to me. I was too busy rambling about my troubles. But at some point he had stepped much closer to me and presently his arms are around my waist, his lips are on mine and I'm certain I am glowing brighter than I thought possible in my human body. After what felt like an eternity, but was all too short, he pulls away, just barely.

"You shouldn't speak so lowly of yourself, love. I quite enjoy the glow." Then he kissed my forehead. "I know exactly what it is to be an outsider. I know exactly what it is to search for that one place where you might actually belong. Even now, I feel that way. Sometimes I believe I am far too Telmarine to be considered Narnian and too Narnian too be a Telmarine, if that makes any sense."

"Perfect sense" I bury my face in his neck.

"Amora, do you think it's possible that perhaps your place is with me-"

"That won't be necessary, young king." I hear my father's voice, tight with restrained anger. "Amora belongs here with me. All is well and we are not in need of your help. Now if you would kindly unhand my daughter we will bid you good night, your highness."

"Very well," said Caspian while taking his hands off of me and taking a few steps away. "But perhaps you should ask Amora if she is entirely happy here."

"And perhaps you should stick to ruling Narnia, good king. I don't expect you of all people would know anything of family affairs."

"Father!" I beg for a little more courtesy than to bring up Caspian's sordid upbringing.

"Good night, young king." And with that said, Father and I are on our way home, leaving Caspian alone with his thoughts on the seashore once again. I wonder if Aslan will convince my father of the destiny I share with Caspian or if finding my destiny means losing my father.

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