A/N: Hello! I am trying this out to see where it goes and I have a lot of good ideas for the future of this story. In time I will explain more about the Elf creatures and what they are like. Going to try to get more chapters up tomorrow!
Chapter 1: Old Stories
Peter glanced over at his siblings, Edmund sitting next to him while the girls sat farther down the table. His head general glanced at him under big furry eyebrows, clinking a hoof against the floor.
"Your Majesty," he began. "The only way to end the reign of terror by the Giants is to go there and wage war."
Peter sighed, "This is what I feared. They do not want to talk this out with us anymore. If war is what they want then war is what we shall bring to make peace once again to the people they have harmed."
It had only been recently that rumors of terror and violence have been occurring by the hands of the Giants to a small village of people south of Anvard and through the woods. They were a quiet group of people that excluded themselves from Narnia many hundreds of years ago. It is said that the peoples skin has turned over with scales and they have become beasts to protect them from the weather and enemies. Nobody really knew because nobody dare venture down there.
"There is only one issue," the general continued. "The village is past the Fuin Woods."
"Fuin Woods?" Lucy piped in. "I have never heard of that."
The general nodded, "Fuin is Elvish for Darkness. The elf people reside in that area, and only two have ever made it through those woods alive."
"The heroes of Tumba," Susan whispered.
"You know the story?" the centaur questioned surprisingly.
"What story?" Edmund asked.
"I read it in one of my books," Susan rushed closer to her brothers, Lucy following right after. "It was a story about two young elves about our age," she glanced at Peter, "who lived in Tumba. The village was being threatened by a swarm of Boggles, killing livestock and making vicious murders to the townspeople. The Boggles lived past the Ruin woods in their own village. The two heroes fought their way through the woods, destroying all enemies that came their way. In the end they found their way to the Boggles village and destroyed it. This angered the White Witch and she sent the leader of the Boggles to destroy them. He was a vicious looking creature with long spiny fingers and spat fire. He stood stories tall and could swallow an elephant whole. The heroes fought together and defeated the Boggle leader. The town was left alone ever since and the Witch did not dare challenge them again in fear of losing more of her army. She wanted to save them for something more important. For us. Little did she know it would take a hundred more years for us to arrive. Because she was so preserved with evil magic the White Witch stayed young."
"Little did she know Aslan would be young forever too," Lucy giggled. "She does not dare cross us again!"
"I don't think she can," Edmund chuckled.
Peter stared at Susan, "Is this a true story?"
She shrugged, "I am not sure. And even if it is the heroes lived a hundred years ago. They would be long gone by now and the Fuin woods has never been mapped. Everybody fears it and would not dare enter to see the horrid creatures the elven heroes fought off."
The centaur cleared his throat, "Excuse me, if I may jump in here your Majesty Queen Susan. Elves are immortal creatures. They live forever unless they give up their immortality. Though their bodies can be slain or they can die from grief. Their immortal souls consume their bodies and become immortal spirits."
"They cannot die?" Edmund stared.
"It is very difficult to slay an elf. A wound to them that would usually kill a man, animal, or creature will not kill them. I do not wish to think of the kind of wound it would take to slay them."
"So," Lucy played with a piece of her deep brown hair. "Now what?"
Peter looked up from the map that lay before him, "We must find these heroes and ask them to show us the way through the woods. Once Edmund and I survey the land in which we will be fighting and we find a safe way to get through we will take an army up there and get rid of those Giants that are harming that village."
"Yes your Majesty," the centaur nodded. "I will prepare a few soldiers to accompany you both."
Translations:
Tumba- Deep Valley
