Disclaimer: I do claim to be Narnian Queen at heart, but unfortunately I do not own any of the characters in Chronicles of Narnia. That honor belongs to CS Lewis, Disney, Walden and 20th Century Fox.
A.N: Enjoy!
Summary: The first ever Thanksgiving held in Narnia. There were will questions, conveniences, and pets in unlikely places, that maybe will be a little more than what is bargained for. And above all being thankful for what is given.
Chapter 3: Evil Manifestations
The kitchen of Cair Paravel was in full working order. Most of the turkeys were in the process of being cooked and the last few were being readied to be cooked. And since there were so many turkeys no one really missed one lone one wobbling out of the courtyard and down the halls of Cair Paravel.
As stealthily as it could it wandered down the halls hiding when it needed to be hid. It was almost caught as a guard came turning down the hall but it darted into the nearest room, with a door slightly ajar and went hiding until it was sure the danger passed.
Edmund perfected the art of reading while walking and not bumping into anything. After breakfast the boys and girls separated. Neither boy wanted be around the girls when they went into their party planning modes. Peter went to his office to look at some papers while Edmund went to the library. He needed a book for what he was working on.
As soon as he was out of the library he had cracked open the book and was absently twisting and turning down the halls as he read. The guards were always amused when he did this. When he got to his own office he didn't pause in his reading as he opened the door and stepped in. He walked over to his desk and unconsciously leaned on it, still standing as he got absorbed in his reading. A little frown played on his face.
The turkey almost gobbled in fright as the Just King came into the room and stood there absorbed in his book. The turkey looked from the King to the door, judging. Perhaps he could get out since he was wasn't paying much attention. So quietly, it started easing out and around and under things trying to get to the door.
It wasn't until the door cracked that Edmund's head snapped up.
"Lion's Mane!" he cried as the turkey let out a loud gobble before darting out the door. Edmund threw the book down and ran out behind him. "Catch that turkey!" he cried to anyone who would listen, then almost faltered in his run at his words. He wanted so bad to stop and slap a hand to his face in astonishment.
The guards heard the cry and looked up poised. They blinked as they saw the threat. The turkey came wobbling down, wings flying behind him. It gave a start at the guards before trying to run around or under them. The guards reacted quickly subduing the turkey.
Peter, whose office was across from Edmund, heard the commotion and ran out.
He watched the guards subdue the turkey and it gave a gobbling moan in defeat.
Peter looked at Edmund who looked a little flustered, "Catch that turkey?" he asked, his mouth twitching.
"Shut up!" Edmund snapped.
"I'm starting to think that turkeys have something against you or something."
Since the drama was over, Edmund held his temple with a hand, his other hand holding his elbow. He massaged his temple thoroughly, "It was in my office." He stated calmly then said with a little bit more gusto, "It was in my office!"
His eyes flashed as he looked at Peter who was hard pressed to keep a straight face, "How in Aslan's name did a turkey managed to get from what I thought it was in the courtyard or kitchen or whatever to my office? How!"
Peter nodded solemnly, his eyes laughing making Edmund glare at him, "Um...maybe he...waddled down the hall?"
It looks could kill Peter was sure he'd be dead. In addition Edmund moved on his feet like he wanted to jump on him but held back.
Edmund's glare swung to the turkey, "It's an evil manifestation."
"Of what exactly?"
"Does it matter?"
Peter was thoughtful, "You know, you always hated turkeys even in Spare Oom, I'm remembering."
"Cause they are evil."
"Took a long time to even get you to try some."
"Cause. They. Are. Evil." Edmund spelled out.
One of the guards interrupted smoothly, "Majesties, should we take this turkey to the kitchen?"
Edmund turned and walked away, "As long as it's out of my sight."
Peter coughed back a laugh, "If you'd be so kind."
The guards nodded and carried the turkey off to its doom. It gave another long mournful gobble.
"Meanwhile…..I gotta tell this!" Peter cackled before running off to find his sisters.
It wasn't long before the three were in hysterics again.
"Wait!" Lucy snapped her fingers, "I have a great idea!" She ran out of the room making her siblings follow her.
"What is that?" Peter asked.
Lucy just grinned. When she told them later what her idea was, it set them off into another bout of hysterics.
TBC…
A.N: Seems I can't not torture Edmund! If I have a Narnia fanfic, it's seems a given that there is some Edmund torture of some level somewhere.
But he's so torture-able, it's not my fault!
