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Here I am again!
*readers: YAY! Took you long enough!*
*Angie: Really? It took me a couple of days!*
*readers: Too long!*
Ok, ok... but I'm here again... :D
This is the sequel to my story FOR THE LOVE OF A KING which was based on The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian 2008 movie.
I'm not gonna update this as often as the other for this one is going to be definitely more difficult to write than the other since this one is going to be completely original, no movie lines involved so, bare with me, ok? :D
Now, onto more important matters such as...
DISCLAIMER (Only once, remember): I don't own anything Mr. C.S. Lewis wrote. All of the original Chronicles of Narnia characters are his and just the ones you don't recognize as his are mine (duh!). This is just a bunch of babbling trying to make a story up ;).
And now, with no further ado I give you...
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LADY OF THE SOUTH
PROLOGUE – A Strangely Dressed Man
Silence covered the region. Only the wild wind could be heard throughout Cauldron Pool.
Only a handful of men had dared to go there on their own encouraged by wagers, challenges, curiosity or mere stupidity.
The region lied beyond the Beaver's Dam and quite farther to the West from the Lamp-post, where life in Narnia was originated.
Narnia had lived many years of peace under the rule of King Caspian X and even more after his journey for the Seven Lost Lords, where he had found a woman to turn her his queen but now, several unexpected attacks had fallen upon many important points of the Narnian Kingdom. A dark cloud of uncertainty had fallen upon the land.
The silence was broken by the constant jog of a horse's hooves. The horse, as it is to be imagined, had a rider.
A tall man with dark skin commanded the horse and pushed the beautiful bay mare to go faster. He wore a long black cloak over his shoulders and a hood covered his head and his dark green, black-lined eyes never leaving the path before him.
At the same time, near the pond that received the water from the Great Waterfall, Jespar, one of the few dwarves in the zone, carried some wood to feed the fire of his humble home. His red beard flew with the freezing gale and he knew, by the ache of his knees that a storm was to come.
His house was in the roots of one of the many trees of the Lantern Waste, not far from where he first heard the frightened neigh of a horse. He hadn't heard anything like that that near in a very long time.
"By Aslan's mane, what was that?" He asked to nobody in particular
As he looked over his shoulder, he saw the horse he had heard before riding towards him. It was just in time that he was able to dodge the charge of the huge animal and its rider, throwing himself to the side of the road, losing all the timber he had been holding moments before.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Jespar shouted at the cloaked figure waving a fist in the air
For a split second, Jespar thought the man had either not heard him or chosen to ignore him but then, he realized the horse had turned around and the rider was staring directly at him.
"What? It wasn't my fault!" The dwarf shouted
"You are a dwarf" The dark-skinned man stated in nothing but a whisper, making his horse move forward ever-so-slowly
"Why, of course I am and one of the best you shall ever meet" Jespar snapped back
"You know King Caspian X?" The man abruptly asked
"King Caspian? No, I don't know him… not personally… well, I saw him once when he returned from his trip to the Edge of the World with his bride. It was a lovely day… and a lovely lady, I must say…"
"Silence!" The other man yelled and then looked around nervously "Did you see a young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes with him?"
"I saw many ladies who looked like that"
"She had lighter skin than any other Telmarine. You must have seen her"
"I'm sorry, sir but I did not… maybe if you told me the lady's name I could…" Jespar ventured saying
"I can't risk revealing my mission"
"Then I cannot help you"
Jespar began collecting the timber her had dropped earlier but stopped as a sharp, broad blade touched the skin of his neck.
He looked up and realized it was nothing other than the man's strange looking sword.
But that wasn't all that was strange about him. His clothes were very different from any Narnian or Telmarine he had ever seen before.
A loose turquoise linen shirt was tucked into some wide legged cream coloured trousers and a red sash surrounded his waist. A pair of tall honey leather boots climbed up to his knees and as the dwarf dared to look upper he saw that the man's head was covered by a piece of ivory fabric styled in the fashion of a turban.
"You must help me… if I don't find this lady her uncle will have me killed"
"I'm truly sorry but… without a name…"
"I cannot…"
Jespar saw the despair in the man's eyes but still felt threatened by the weapon held against his throat.
"Where are you from?" The dwarf asked
"That is of no importance… I must find her…" His voice sounded more anxious than before and his eyes left the dwarf
"Maybe… if you spoke to King Caspian… he could…"
"No! He is the enemy of my King. His family killed my King's sister and now they have kidnapped his niece. We haven't heard from her in nearly twenty seven years" Now he sounded more sad than upset "Please…"
"You are from Calormen, aren't you?" Jespar questioned "King Hezak is the one leading the attacks against Narnia!"
"No… no…" The man knew he had said too much "Tell me where she is!"
He pressed his sword harder against the dwarf's flesh, causing a thin thread of blood run over his sabre.
"I do not know!" Jespar repeated
"Where is Lady Fayne?" The foreigner finally spoke the lady's name
"Fayne? Lady Fayne of Narnia?" Jespar echoed in shock
"So you do know her"
"We all knew her…"
"What do you mean?"
"She's gone… she left a few years ago"
"Where did she go?"
"No one knows… she disappeared from Narnia with the Kings and Queens of old and no one has heard of her since"
"Disappeared? No… It can't be…"
What was he supposed to do now?
Without saying anything else, the man looked around trying to find an answer to his unasked question and then looked back at the dwarf. He decisively shoved his odd-looking weapon into Jespar's chest, getting rid of him.
Nervously, he removed his sabre from the dwarf's immobile body and sheathed it.
Looking towards the horizon, he decided to go back to Tashbaan and inform King Hezak about his niece's whereabouts without knowing that Fayne had not disappeared but had continued her life somewhere else.
Uuuu... you don't know what's gonna happen, do you?
*readers: no, we don't...*
*Angie: don't worry... neither do I... LOL*
Anyways... have fun reading... and please, R&R, your comments are very much appreciated :D
See you around!
Angie
xoxoxo
