HER PoV
I ran through the wood, my white cloak billowing out behind me. I had to get back quickly, before Oreius noticed I was gone. I know I have to stay in the Centaur's Glen for my own safety but to be honest, i think I can fend for myself. I like sword fighting better than watching kids... To be fair, Wynn, Orieus' daughter, is really sweet. She's just two and at that age, children love to run around, especially if they have hoofs. But it didn't make things any easier for me. The sun shined brightly overhead and reminded me that I had to hurry or Orieus would find that when I was supposed to be watching Wynn, I was outside running around. My chesnut brown hair flew around my face, making me blink. It wasn't fair, Orieus got to secretly rally Aslan's troops and I had to stay in the glen, watching and waiting, mostly waiting.
The snow began to get thinner and thinner because of the closely packed trees overhead. The cold crisp air remained, making me shiver. I slowed down, approaching a huge tree, which in the roots hid the home of Orieus. I circled around to the back, feeling the wrinkled brown wood as I struggled to find the door. It had always given me trouble, ever since I could remember. I started jiggling the door, getting really impatient. With a last jiggle, I burst into the room and hit Orieus in the stomach. Da, da, da, I'm dead... "Oh, ah, I was just...um, getting, um, some ahhhhh," my face lit up,"Snow! Yes! Snow, uhhh, to make tea!" I stammered, even though I knew I had been caught.
"Leah, how many times have I told you... You must stay here for your safety" he answered in his deep voice. Wynn, watching from a corner, mouthed the last three words, it wasn't the first time she had heard this. He sighed... "Also you left Wynn alone..."
"I did not, I left her with Selmaria!"
"Selmarai is 9 years old, she has no idea how to take care of a 2 year old baby..." he responded calmly.
" , um..., why are you um, back early?"I asked taking of my cloak and putting it on one of the seats in the centaur's small home. I kept Védje, my shining-silver sword at my side. I always did.
"The stars have told me the time has come, that Narnia will fight, and that Aslan will come." he said in a grave voice.
"The children of Adam and Eve have arrived! I can as- I mean, is Aslan really here? Can I see him? I want t- I mean, um, maybe he can tell me..."
"Calm down, he interupted, chuckling,"They have not arrived, well- not all of them..."
"What do you mean?", the suspense was driving me insane and I was never a patient person to begin with. If the children were here, real humans, like me, I would mean Aslan had come. And if Aslan had come that would mean there would be a -
"Battle! Will there be a battle? Can I fight? Please? I have to, Its my duty!" I exclaimed. Orieus' eyes darkened, Analiya had said the same thing...
Orieus' Flashback
"No! No! Analiya, no please, no!", Orieus cried holding his stone wife's body. The panic in her face was clear even in stone. The baby cried, on the floor next to him but the the moment he ignored her. Praying to Aslan to free Analiya... He had come to late... Had he been here a moment before, the witch would have frozen him instead of his wife. "No, no..." He had told her it was dangerous, in her condition, to try to rescue the unicorn, Terrafone, who was captured by the queen, trapped on the sled. But she had said her friend needed help and that she still had time, that it was her duty. So she had cut her ropes, setting Terrafone free. But the White Witch had turned her to stone, the babe in her arms and Terrafone had run away, leaving him to his misery...
He caressed her cheeks and promised her, he would keep the babe safe, keep her safe, even in her stone condition. He cried silently, not noticing anything else than her. Her golden hair and pink skin had been reduced to grey. The colour of clouds that brought the evil snow, the colour of sadness, the colour of
d-eath. He sobbed again, diving deeper and deeper into his sadness.
Unknown to him, someone was in the bushes. Or some dwarf to be exact. Ginabrik smiled; he would end the prophet's line by killing the child and the father... Perfect... The Queen would be happy. It would end the prophecy buisness and he would be a lord, or an important person at least. It was hard to know with Jadis. Focusing back to his task, he notched the arrow and aimed, he paused. Who should he choose first, the father or the child. "The child", he thought,"even if the father survives, his line will end. No more prophecies...". He smiled, forgetting that reading the stars was a natural centaur gift. He aimed again, but this time at the child. Something clattered in the trees, he ignored it, thinking that the queen would be pleased with his achievements. It got louder. He prepared to release the arrow, aiming at the child's heart. He let go... At the same time something flew out of the bushes, he turned around and ran, but not before spotting a nymph-like creature fall on the floor, with his arrow buried in her arm...
Orieus spun around, startled by the thump. There lay a girl on the floor, a Daughter of Eve. She had saved the child! He straightened himself; she was injured! Casting one sorrowful look at his mate, he picked her and the babe up. As he ran home, his hoofs pounding on the ground, he looked at the stars, demanding an answer. This was the message they gave; The time has not yet come, She is one of the Chosen, She has saved, Take care of her, The time has yet to come...
He knew what he would call his daughter now, she would be Wynnailla; saved by another in the language of the Deep Magic...
End Flashback
"No," his tone became harsh and loud,"you will not fight, You will stay". My eyes widened.
"But-
"NO! You will stay safe! You will not fight! You must stay with Wynnailla!", he yelled. Wynn started to cry, I stroked her head, feeling frustration bubbling up inside me.
"Fine! I'll stay here all my life, in this dirty hole of a home! I'll never use Vedje for what it was given to me for! Don't you remember what Vedje mean?" my tone was harsh, even cruel, "It means To Protect! How will I help anyone in this awful excuse for a home? I'm not a mole! I need the sun, I need to run, I'm not some shrinking violet! I sav- You told me I saved Wynn from death, do you not think I'm ready? Is THAT it? What your telling me is that the true ruler of Narnia has come and I'm supposed to stay at home like a Carlomen girl!". I spat. "Well if you think that, then no wonder Aslan didn't help you! You're", I tried to think of something, "evil! Perfect! Worse that the witch!" My silver-blue eyes brimmed with tears. Orieus winced, thinking of Analiya. I looked at him in the eyes one last time before running out the now open door. Orieus ran after me.
"Leah, come back!"
"No!" He sighed, trotted over to where I was and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He winced as I yelled in his ear about the injustice of it. Orieus sighed again.
"If you promise not to leave Wynn in Selmaria's care again, we'll go to Aslan's Camp, all of us." I stopped, thinking.
"Can I fight?"
"No."I sighed. I'd figure out a way to get in the battle later. Right now, I was tired and content enough with going to Aslan's Camp. "Can I walk now?" The setting sun reminded them they needed to get home before dark, to Wynn. He set me down.
"Yes, don't run away"
"I'm not that stupid, I know running outside in the snow is a bad idea..." I grumbled. Who didn't know that? I touched the hilt of my sword and walked faster; it was getting colder and I didn't have her cloak...
Hiya,
Like the chapter? Please review! :) Sorry if Orieus seemed a bit OOC. BTW if you really hated a chapter, like if I killed Peter or something (I WOULD NEVER DO THAT) just get EVERYONE to tell me and I'll change it. Anyway, I hope you liked Leah and the other OCs.
Anyway, Leah looks like (for those of you who were wondering)a 14yr old Kristina Romanova. Just type her name on google and imagine... Anyway, now the rest of the story will be written in 1rst person... Unless everyone hates it... I think the next chapter will be on Wednesday, i think, 'cause I have 3 projects due for school and they're gonna take some time to do...
Hrrr,
THE FAIN