Okay peoples... I put this stuff on my nails that makes me wanna gag when i try and bite them while i'm concentrating... got my Low Millions in... i'm currently savoring my victoy of a math test (98!)... Okay, here's where the real stuff starts to come in.
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Goldwing's mighty wings flapped through the foggy skies while his keen vision let him see every blade of grass and rock. He made extra effor tthis time to be stealthy. His king had nearly been murdered! He had no clue how the wolf had gotten in, but it almost turned out to be a grave mistake. All of Narnia would turn into another chaotic mess if one of the King or Queens were murdered. The griffon felt a chill going through his feathers. He tried to think about other things. No, he couldn't think of other things! He had a job to do! With a puff of his chest, the griffon flew faster; wanting to cover more land.
A sudden whistle of air flew past Goldwing. He sqwaked; startled. Who dare throw rocks at him? He swooped through the skies; trying to scope out his enemy. A loud CRACK filled the air. Almost simutaneously, Goldwing screeched as a knife went through his chest. He screamed again, flapping his wings; feeling the life drain from him. He looked down as he fell through the sky. No knife. Just blood... and hole, through his chest. Goldwing opened his beak one last time and let out a final cry; falling through the clouds. He hoped someone heard his warning cry. King Peter was up against something no one in Narnia has ever seen before.
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Ever since that night; Peter and Rachel never left each other's side. Susan and Lucy never saw Peter quite so happy. Peter took Rachel on horseback to view the lands close to the castle. He first took her near the sea. He was amazed she had never seen mermaids before. And Rachel was amazed by the mermaids. She couldn't stop watching them. Their glittery fins sparkled in the sunlight with every move they made. Their bodys were built like dolphins. They were quick and agile in the water. But when one mermaid perched herself on a rock, Rachel thought she looked awkward and clumsy. The mermaid giggled and started braiding her waist length hair. She locked her eyes on Peter, who only laughed at her.
" They have bewitching powers." He said. The mermaid harumphed and pretended not to have tried at all. " Some of them are not so nice. They'll bewitch you, then seize you into the waters to drown. Very helpful spies." A beautiful sound started to fill the sky. Peter's head jerked up, searching for any ships.
" What's that?" Rachel asked.
" Sirens."
" Never heard sirens like that before."
" They're a certain type of mermaid. They sing beautiful songs that lure sailors to them."
" Then what?"
" The sailor's boats crash into the rocks the sirens are perched on." Peter simply said.
" What! Why do they do that?"
" Don't know. Only a woman can break the spell."
" Glad some of us has some sense."
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When noon came, Peter took Rachel on horseback to to the Dancing Lawn which was about a half hour ride. Rachel rode a bright white horse. It was the gentlest horse she had ever rode. Not that she was experienced. She never wanted to gallop, for fear of falling off. Peter kept a close eye on her. Peter. Just thinking about that kiss was enough to make her shiver. He kissed so good. And he did everything right with his hands. They moved up her back, cupped her cheek; held her like she was the most important thing in the world!
" Hold tight milady, almost there." The horse beneath her said. Rachel jumped. She had forgotten that even horses can talk here. She was surprised that the flower this morning didn't object to her sniffing it. When they finally got there, Rachel noticed that it was eerily quiet. Not even a slight breeze was blowing.
" Sit here." Peter said, sitting on the grass. Rachel sat. And waited. About ten minutes later, a faint music began to play. Rachel had to strain to hear it. Almost at once, a breeze started blowing. Flowers twirled in the air. The music got pleasantly louder. The trees seemed to be swaying too. How was that? The breeze wasn't that strong. Then, they started to melt.
" What's happening Peter?" Rachel whispered.
" Shh. Just watch." Peter took Rachel's hand.
People seemed to melt from the trees. Scantily clad people, Rachel thought. But they were beautiful people. They had olive skin, and long, dirty hair. But beautiful people. They melted gracefully from the trees, and onto the grass. They started dancing, and skipping, and singing along with the melody. The sound maker came into view. It was a goat thing. Oh what was it called again... she couldn't remember. Half human, half goat; with a flute in it's hand. Rachel watched. It was such a beauitful dance. They danced like the wind. Rachel almost forgot about Peter until he turned her head towards him and put a kiss on her that made her want to melt. He pulled Rachel closer. She could feel his toned body against hers. They were close. Rachel nibbled on Peter's lip as he wrapped her in his strong arms. His hands ran up and down her back, making her shiver. Rachel ran her hand through his blonde hair. Peter kissed her chin, then her neck. She swallowed and wriggled. It tickled. He kissed her lips again, wanting to taste her again. Rachel was lost. Heat flooded throughout her entire body, making her ache with need and desire. She wondered if Peter felt the same. Well, obviously, a little voice in her head said. Rachel slipped her tongue through Peter's teeth, making him gasp with surprise. Rachel stopped, letting her forehead rest on his. She looked into his eyes. She saw lust and desire in them. That gave her goosebumps. He rubbed his nose against hers, making her laugh.
It was so perfect and bewitching until it had to end.
" Your highness, a storm is approaching." The goat man said with a bow. Peter sighed and nodded.
" Thank you. Come on Rachel."
" It's over already?"
" We missed about ten minutes of it." Peter said with a grin. Rachel blushed. She had gotten a little carried away. But oh well. It wasn't as if it were something to complain about.
The horses already seemed nervous. They were prancing around and tossing their heads. " My king, please, can we hurry?" Rachel's horse asked. Peter nodded; helping Rachel get in her saddle. Then, they were on their way, not knowing what was in their way.
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" See that river down below?" Peter asked Rachel. Rachel peered down. She saw the raging river all right. It was also a long way down.
" Yes."
" Those are the Fords of Beruna. If you go just a little further up, you'll hit the stone table. It's where Aslan is said to lie." Peter's face clouded with a memory.
" What, is that like a round table with knights?" Rachel asked. Narnian legends were probably the same as her world's legends. Peter laughed.
" No. It's where Old magic lies. Saved Aslan. And my brother too, if you think about it like that."
" During the war?"
" Yes."
" When are you going to tell me everything about that?" Rachel asked, curious. That book was coming back to her mind. It said that the four children entered Narnia right before the war. Maybe Peter would remember. Rachel felt that it was something he had to remember on his own.
" Soon. It's a long, rough story. Lost a lot of good people." Peter said sadly.
Rachel sighed. " I'm sorry for bringing it up, dumb of me." Rachel started to say something else when her horse started prancing nervously underneath her. She tightened her reins, trying to get control. " Whoa, whoa!" She cooed. Peter started to reach for his sword when-
BANG!
Rachel's ears seemed to explode. The sound echoed throughout the chasm, causing Rachel's horse to rear and throw her off. Peter's horse screamed in pain, but stayed on his four legs. The wind was knocked out of Rachel. What the hell was that? She started to try and get up, but winced in pain. It felt like a knife was stuck in her chest. Peter started to hurry over, but never got there.
BANG.
" Argh!" Peter fell off his horse, and hit the ground hard. He gripped his shoulder; his body shuddering from the shock of...
Getting shot. Rachel realized it. It was a gun shot! How did a gun get in Narnia? What the hell was going on? She sat up, gritting her teeth, forcing herself to her feet. A man stepped towards Peter.
" Peter." She gasped. Oh, it was so hard to breathe. It felt like she couldn't get enough air. She needed to warn him! He had no idea what he was up against.
" Finally, my aim was true." The man sneered. He was tall, with a unshaved face and mangy hair. His black eyes glinted as his gnarly hands gripped the gun. Rachel saw it wasn't a large gun; but it could still kill.
" Ah.." Peter gasped in pain. He was bleeding bad. He slowly backed away from the stranger. " Who-who are you?"
" My name does not matter to you." The man hissed. Peter's started to reach for his sword with a bloody hand. Rachel knew that this man's aim would not fail this time. Peter would be killed. Instantly. Rachel tried to get some air and stumbled to her feet, only to land on her butt. She only got wheezing. She had to get that gun. But what could she do? She didn't know anything about disarming people. It came to her. She had the dagger Peter had used to fight the wolf. He had given it to her. Where the fuck was it! She groped around, and felt it. At her waist of course.
Peter saw what she was doing. His eyes screamed for her to stop. She didn't listen. She raised the dagger and plunged it into the man as hard as she could. Unfortunately, she had squeezed her eyes shut, and only got his thigh. She could literally feel the knife hit muscle and tissue in the man's leg as he screamed out in pain. It made her sick. Sick to her stomach. She felt as if she were about to throw up. It didn't help when she saw red, warm, blood trickle it's way down her arm. She had it. She let go of the dagger instantly. The man was still screaming.
Rachel was terrified. What had she done? She had put a knife in him! She had stabbed someone! It was an adrenaline rush! She dimly saw Peter hurry forward, weakly raising his sword. But the man hit him over the head with the gun, knocking Peter unconcious. Then he turned to Rachel, his eyes blazing.
" Stupid girl." He hissed, pulling the knife out of his leg. Rachel swallowed the urge to puke. The man dropped it on the ground, his breathing hard and fast. He picked Rachel up by her hair. " Ah! Get off of me you fucki-"
And he kicked her. The pain was shocking. She had never actually been kicked in the stomach before. It felt as if you're insides were being torn apart and raked by nails. She gasped for breath. The wind had been knocked out of her. The man kicked her again. And again. Tears streamed down her face.
" I should kill you." The man said; watching her curl up in pain at his feet. She was trying hard not to make a sound. " You must be one of the humans who call themselves Queen. Prepare to lose your throne."
" Go to hell." Rachel mumbled and coughed. The man raised an eyebrow.
" Didn't know you Narnian's had a hell." He laughed. He raised Rachel so he could look at her in the eyes. Just in time, she spat right in his face. The man dropped her. Wiped the spit from his face. Raised his gun.
" Fine. I take it you don't want to live." He said quietly, trembling with rage. He cocked the gun.
No! She wanted to live! A sudden overwhelming urge to live filled her. But she couldn't leave Peter!She could get help. What could she do? She was just a girl. She couldn't savePeter.Hereyes filled withtears. She prayed he would be safe.Rachel ran to the cliff, closed her eyes, and jumped.
Amazed, the man went to the edge to investigate. She wasn't hanging off the edge of the cliff or anything. He didn't see her body floating in the river below. The man stepped back; satisfied.
Afterall, it saved him a bullet.
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This chapter was SO hard to write. I have no idea why. So sorry if it sucked. I might not update for a while after this, cuz I gotta get surgery or whatever it's called when you get operated on your mouth. No cavities tho! : D! I have to get four wisdom teeth taken out, then I have to go about and get two extra ones out on top. I feel like a freak.
So don't be mad at me if i don't update quick enough! Edmund is most likely arriving in the next chapter. Maybe Aslan too, haven't decided that yet. C ya! Oh yeah, does anyone know how to indent?
