CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

Story titled: The Wilde Wars

Sequel To: Into the Wilde

Setting: Prince Caspian

by: LeeClearwater13

A/N: Oh yes...it's a sequel. Happy Reading.


Introduction:

Before now she had never believed in anything spiritually. But she believed strongly in Aslan for having never met the lion before, at least not face to face and verbal words where exchanged in more than just one cryptic sentence. He had taken her from a broken place and sent her into the light, and she thought, though Narnia was a piece of heaven...even heaven had it's wars. She sat staring up at the raised depiction of the great lion from her spot on the stone table, the remnants of the witches ice now melting away and her remains of her wand now taken deep into the How to be protected. The warm light of the cavern was soothing and she sat there absentmindedly plucking at her ring as she rolled it on her finger.

"Why am I back Aslan?" she asked the stone carving as if it would talk to her. "What purpose do you have for me this time?"

"He sends only angels to guide us on our path, to light the way in the darkest hours of despair."

Kristen turned round abruptly as she was face to face with someone she had not seen before, the face of a man, a kind looking man. She jumped to her feet and drew her sword holding it up and the man looked at the blade warily and then back to Kristen's face.

"Do not fear, I will not hurt you."

"Who are you?"

"I am that which cannot be seen. I am that which can only be heard by those willing to hear. His word."

"Aslan?"

The man merely smiled and walked around the stone table towards her and she felt a warmth spread throughout her chest. She lowered her sword and stared at the man. His hair was blonde and beautiful and his eyes of a soft rain. He was also extremely tall and willowy, too perfect for words, but he still looked like a simple man none the less. He was, perfect. No other word fit better...he was in the utter sense of the word a perfect being.

"What do you believe Kristen Wilde, daughter of Eve, child of two worlds wrought with peril? What path do you choose my sister?"

She started to tremble as the sword dropped from her hands and it didn't even make a sound as it clamored to the dirt between them. She looked at her hands and then looked at him and he smiled as he reached out gently gliding his hand over hers taking it and pulling her closer as he took her other.

"What path will you choose?" he repeated but his voice softer and kinder than before. No longer what his question in any way demanding, but a choice. And Kristen was only compelled to answer any one of his questions.

"I don't know. I don't know what path I can choose."

"What does your heart tell you?"

"To trust Him, that I'll be okay and we'll all be okay." she started to cry then unknowing that she was feeling so overwhelmed by such feelings. He seemed to glow in his perfection his eyes boring into hers with such heartfelt kindness.

"Do you accept your fate? Do you want to help protect?"

"Of course, they're my friends...my family."

"Do you love them?"

She nodded her head finding it harder to speak in the presence of such a being.

"Then you will be blessed far beyond any that stand in this world, for to love and love without hope of ever receiving it back is the mark of an angel."

"W-who are you?"

"I am the heart, and the mind, the will and the spirit. Forward and fight for ruin and for sunrise, to stand on the tallest peak but feel as though you are no higher than the deepest level of the ocean. I am you, and you are me. We are one and that is all you need to know, dear one."

Kristen felt a swell of warmth in her body as she closed her eyes and suddenly she sat bolt upright in bed her eyes searching around the room frantically.

"Kristen, wake up, your mom's gonna be here to pick you up in an hour." there was a knock on Kristen's door waking her from her thinking and her father Ethan knocked one more time thinking she was still asleep, and then the thud of his boots indicated him walking off.

Kristen was going to go visit her mother in Washington and she was driving this time instead of taking an airplane as per usual. It was almost summer vacation and she was pretty much done with her finals for college...and truth be told she missed the wide open spaces in the state where it was nothing but trees. She needed trees...they reminded her of Narnia.

Kristen got up gathering a towel off the back of her chair and went to take a shower in the bathroom.

It never took long for Kristen to get ready as she brushed her teeth and put her hair up into a messy ponytail. Sighing she wiped the mirror in front of her and looked into it as she tilted her face side to side and scrunched up her nose before turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on her face that had turned red from the shower. She looked at her face again and noted that it's redness wasn't as prominent anymore. She looked different since she had bleached her hair during the few short weeks she had been back and grew it out some. Kristen ran her fingers through the ends of inspecting the slightly split ends, but nothing notable or worthy of worry. Brushing her teeth she went to her room and began to pack a small duffle bag of things. She never needed much and the rest of her miscellaneous items would be stuffed into her back pack.

Kristen then walked over to her jewelry box and opened it and she reached in fishing a small wooden box from it. Gently opening it up she saw the little moonstone ring Peter had given her...and it seemed so long ago. It was the only thing she had been able to take back with her from her stay...the only thing that reminded her it was real.

Taking it out she slipped it on her forefinger and took a deep breath before grabbing her things and running downstairs. Once she reached the bottom she looked around for her father who was no where in sight.

"Dad?"

"In the kitchen Kris." Kristen dumped her bags by the door and walked into the kitchen down the hall to see breakfast lain out all nice and smelling good.

Kristen shoved her hands in her back pockets and looked at her dad standing at the stove struggling to cook the bacon. It was rather amusing really as the eggs already on the plate looked slightly overdone.

"Here dad let me do it." she said to him and he shook his head defiantly.

"No you go sit, I'll cook the breakfast."

"Dad, come on, you're gonna burn the house down." she laughed and he looked over his shoulder at her sternly but in a very playful manner and she just threw her hands up and went and sat down at the table. The bacon was all for her father, but he made her french toast and eggs and her favorite yogurt was sitting next to the plate, already open with a spoon in it. Kristen waited for her father to sit, and when he did they ate in a comfortable silence.

"I'm gonna miss you." he said looking down at his plate. "It's always weird when you're gone."

"I'll be back home. It's only three weeks."

"I know I just worry is all. Last time I let you go off you got lost in the woods and I almost lost you for good."

"Takes more than hypothermia to off me dad."

"Not funny." he said seriously and Kristen shrugged.

"I'm okay, dad. It's one of those things I'm glad that happened. Make you realize a lot about life. And I'll be more careful."

"Alright." he said taking a sip of his beer.

"Do me a favor?"

"Hm?"

"You be safe too. While I'm not here."

"Always am." he said casually and took their empty plates as he walked over settling them in the sink.

Just then there was a honk heard outside from a car and Kristen stood up as she pulled back the blinds to see a silver station wagon sitting in the driveway. Her mom sat in the drivers seat with her step father thankfully absent.

Kristen let the blinds go and she looked to her dad who was staring at the counter.

"Your mom?"

"Yeah."

"Well, uh, guess this means goodbye for now kiddo." he turned and Kristen walked over as she hugged him. Hugs were always awkward with Ethan but she didn't mind...that just meant they were extra special.

Pulling back she kissed his cheek quickly and he followed her to the door. She grabbed her things and rushed outside to be greeted by her mother who took her things settling them on the ground and then pulled Kristen into a tight hug.

Kristen's mother, Dianne was just as soft looking and petite as her. You could say that's where she got most of her looks from. Dianne kissed her daughters forehead and then looked up at the steps to see Ethan standing there.

"You look good Dianne." he said and Dianne nodded.

"You too."

"Have fun Kris."

"Yeah, dad. I will." she smiled at him and he scratched the back of his neck as he nodded.

"You got your pepper spray?"

"Yeah, dad."

"Just checking." he held his hands up and Dianna pat her daughters shoulder.

"Come on sweetie let's get going on the road. I can't wait for you to see your new room, it's all decorated."

"Cool." Kristen looked back at her dad as her mother put her things in the car and Kristen waved feeling that bittersweet feeling again. Like she wouldn't be home for a very long time like before. "Bye dad."

"Bye sweetie."