Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Narnia, but I do own this fanfic.
Ok, so this is my first fanfic and I apologize for any mistakes…I'm still getting used to this. Reviews are very much appreciated! They really motivate me to write faster!
Anyways, I'm trying to make my chapters longer, so now I'll probably update every 2 days or so. Just let me know how you like the story and how I can improve! And get excited…you meet Caspian this chapter!
And just incase you wanted to know, my story is going to be kind of like the second movie, only with a bit more before and after all the battles and such. If things go well and enough people read, I may write a sequel according to later books/movies.
Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
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Chapter 4: The Meeting
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Your POV
You fell flat on your face, on the hard cobblestone ground. The spot where Ryan had hit you previously that morning ached, and you longed to return him the favor in various ways.
"Wait…cobblestone ground?"
Your head shot up from the ground, a look of disbelief on your face. Your heartbeat was pounding irregularly fast, and you were sure if it was going any faster you would explode.
Your vision showed you a village…somewhat like how villages were portrayed in the olden days. There were dirty cobblestone roads filled with civilians, horse-carriages pulling large bundles of hay, bricks, and food, and vendors of all kinds littering the edges of the roads. You were amazed, and scared at the same time.
You got to your feet and dusted yourself off, taking notice of the large gash in your skirt. Your hands then went subconsciously to your hair, running your fingers through all the leaves and sticks and hastily pulling them out. After you were satisfied with your appearance, you looked around once more.
People were starting to notice you.
"Shit. Where the hell am I?!" You thought.
You turned around, only to be greeted with a thick stone wall. Your backpack lay limply on the ground beside it.
"Now way!" you whispered. You began to pat the wall up and down, searching for who knows what. "Now way! There was a tree here!" you were now yelling. A few gasps behind you told you that the villagers did not approve your odd actions.
"What the hell! How is this even possible?"
You put your ear to the wall, in hopes that you would hear your step-brothers on the other side. For once, you actually wanted to hear their voices.
"Ryan! Ben!" you yelled. "Where are you guys!"
The villagers began to whisper with one another. You turned around only to see a huge crowd forming around you, some mothers shielding their children in protecting manners and others calling for the guards.
"Guards?! As in like…freaks with swords and shit! What did that fucking tree do it me?"
You turned back to the wall and resorted to pounding your firsts on it. Your long, sleek black hair bounced around your figure wildly as your punches became more violent.
"Open up! You fucking tree! Open up!" the villagers' whispers were now more audible.
"Who is she?"
"I don't know…I've never seen her before."
"Where did she come from?"
"What is she doing?"
"I don't know…hitting the wall?"
"But she just called it a tree. Wait…what is she wearing?"
"Barely anything, apparently. I can see her stomach and legs! How indecent!"
"And what's that thing on the ground?"
"Someone call the-"
As you continued to pound on the wall, you could hear the whispers begin to die out as the sound of hoofs silenced their bickering. You whipped your head around, hair flying as it was caught in the wind. The sea of villagers was now being parted by four horses with soldiers atop them. They weren't wearing armor and didn't seem like they were ready to kill you on the spot, but you were still scared as hell.
And there you stood, stomach pressed against the wall as if you were hugging it while your head was craned in the other direction, staring at the soldiers with the utmost fear. It could be seen in your brilliant green eyes.
The first soldier had curly black hair and a mustache. He didn't look too old you. He lifted his hand to halt the other soldiers on their horses. Apparently they were under his control, maybe he was a commander or something. He stared you up and down, seemingly displeased with your tattered and disheveled appearance.
Said commander then look toward one of his soldiers.
"Go get Miraz." He said with a thick accent.
"Am I in…England or something?"
The soldier kicked his horse and fled off in the other direction.
The commander looked back to you.
"You…You're coming with us." He spat. He snapped his fingers, and the remaining to soldiers jumped off their horses, one with rope in hand.
Your heart raced. You slid down the wall and grabbed your backpack, hugging it like a stuffed teddy bear. You watched them approach you, an unwelcoming gleam in your eyes.
"No!" you yelled, trying to stop their advancing. No such use. "Please! You don't understand!"
You stayed in your crouching position, too scared to move. You could try and run away, but that smart idea was what got you here in the first place.
The soldier who wasn't carrying the rope knelt down to your and grabbed you roughly by the upper arm. The action reminded you vaguely of your step-brothers. He swiftly lifted you unwillingly to your feet. You thrashed your arm back and forth, trying to break free. But not such luck. He brought your other arm forward too, and the other guard tied them together.
"No! Listen! I'm not from around here! I…come in peace?" you said, forming the peace sign with one of your hands.
The guard looked at you stupidly before he and his fellow soldier hauled you on top of his horse. He jumped up after, so that you were straddling the horse with him behind you. He put a secure arm around your waist before kicking his horse and riding off past the villagers. The commander led the way while the other two soldiers followed him obediently.
"Make sure she doesn't get free." Said the commander. "She has some explaining to do."
A loud horn could be clearly heard in the background. Probably signaling your appearance, you figured.
You looked of into the distance, ignoring the words of the guards as they conversed amongst one another. What you saw made brought your racing heart to a complete halt. Your jaw dropped…you couldn't believe your eyes. You saw a huge castle!
"What the hell! Oh God…where am I?" you though helplessly.
Even though you wanted to close your eyes and have everything disappear, you couldn't deny that the castle was magnificent. It was like being in a fairy tale only better.
"Beautiful…"
You watched in amazement as the drawbridge cascaded down, allowing the soldiers to pass.
The castle was even more amazing on the inside. There was a huge courtyard, which consisted of more villagers staring at you in shock. There were so many towers and balconies…filled with soldiers and royalty looking down at the three soldiers who were carrying the mysterious young stranger.
You rode through the courtyard and entered the stall where the horses were kept. You were pulled off your horse and were held onto tightly by the two soldiers, each grasping on of your upper arms.
"Take her to the Throne Room. The Counselors are waiting." Said the commander. The soldiers then led you off to your destination.
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Caspian's POV
Caspian awoke for the second time from his sleep…however, this time, his dreams weren't in the least haunting. They were pleasurable. Even though he couldn't remember much, the happy feeling still resided in his subconscious.
Straining to remember what happened, he vaguely remembered running through a thicket of thin and friendly trees, their light pink petals dancing around his form and tickling his face. Caspian smiled from the memory.
Looking of his window, he noticed that it was morning at last. Rubbing his eyes, he stood from his bed and began to dress into his normal day attire. But just as he was about to change, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in." he called.
In came a soldier with a scroll in his hand. Caspian nodded for him to continue. He unscrolled the parchment and began to read:
"Lord Miraz has called for an immediate meeting in the Throne Room. All Heads of the Counsel must attend, Your Majesty."
"Thank you. I will be there shortly." Caspian nodded to him, signaling for him to leave. Once he did, Caspian threw his casual clothes onto his bed and picked out more appropriate attire for the meeting. He racked his brains for a reason for this untimely meeting.
"… we may be having some company."
The words of his professor were clear in his mind and he couldn't help but feel anxious to find out what was going on. True, his professor did warn him that something was coming, but he never said if it was a good or bad thing. What if it was the Kings and Queens of Old? Should he defend them? Or maybe it was something or someone who was dangerous?
But his professor seemed somewhat…excited. Maybe it was a good thing.
Looking in the mirror and approving of his appearance, Prince Caspian fled from his room to go to the meeting, hoping that he would not be too late this time.
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Your POV
You were sitting on a large wooden chair in the middle of the magnificent Throne/Meeting Room. Your hands were still tied in front of you and you twiddled your fingers while you waited.
It seemed as if all the Lords of the Land were there…well…almost all. They were all dressed in nice and expensive robes, and they all had disgruntled looks on there faces. All eyes were on you.
You tried to keep your eyes on the ground in order to avoid their stares, but it was hard. The room truly was magnificent and you couldn't help but steal a glance every now and then.
Looking in front of you, you noticed three empty seats…which were probably what everyone was waiting for. The one seat was the most prominent. It was a large and golden throne that was at the head of all the chairs. It was lifted on a platform about five feet above all the others and had a beautiful stained glass window of a king on a horse behind it. That seat obviously belonged to the King.
The other two seats were the two closest seats to the larger throne, and they were on opposite sides of each other, facing each other. You figured that they were the closest subjects to the King or something.
You began to daydream for a few more minutes until the double doors that led to the room opened with a loud bang. Your head snapped up as you noticed a larger man enter. He had short black hair, and it seemed as if he was going bald. He also had a pointed beard and a large nose.
"Lord Miraz." All the other Lords said as they stood up and bowed as he entered. He nodded and they all sat back down.
His eyes loomed onto you, as a hawk eyes its prey. He had very wide eyes, and they narrowed to slits as he observed you. He did not even go to his seat, but instead began to circle you like a tiger. For a split second, you wondered what seat he would sit in. If he was this dominating, then he should and must be the king or something. But his robes were nothing out of the ordinary, so that couldn't be the case.
He then came to a halt in front of you, bending a bit so he was somewhat eye level to you.
You bit your lip in fear. You didn't like this guy. The aura he carried around him was definitely not friendly, and you fear for your life even more…if that was even possible.
"I'm totally fucked."
"So…" he began, "What do we have here. Who-"
"My Lord." One of the other Lords said. He was skinny and short. He had curly black hair, almost like a mini afro, and his mustache was curled upwards at both ends. Miraz looked abashed for being interrupted.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, My Lord, but do you not think we should wait for Prince-"
"The Prince," Lord Miraz boomed, "is late! As usual!" The Lord who spoke against Miraz bowed his head in defeat, still not approving of Miraz's actions.
You flinched at his outcry. His voice was malicious and dominating. You hoped he would not use the same tone with you.
"Now…getting back to business," he said calmly as he turned to you, "As you can see, we have an unexpected guest who was found in my village today. She does not belong to any of your villages, does she?" he asked all the other Lords. They shook their heads no, obviously.
"Very well then, it seems as if-"
Your head snapped to the double doors a second time, for they were once again being banged open. This time, however, your eyes did not quiver in fear.
In stepped a handsome young man. He wasn't dressed as fancy as the other Lords, but you could tell he was of some importance. His long brown hair was brushed over his face and he was breathing heavily. It looked like he had run here. Moving his hair from his face, you saw the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. He couldn't be more than a few years older than you. Unlike Miraz's immediate cold stare towards you, the boy merely looked at you with confusion and curiosity. You couldn't help but feel safe as he stared at you. He looked friendly.
"And amazingly hot." You thought as you and the boy stared at each other. But your happy thoughts were then brought to a halt as Miraz's booming voice filled the room once again.
"Ah, Prince Caspian. Finally…you grace us with your presence. Please, take a seat." Lord Miraz's words were coated with bitterness, and you didn't fail to catch how he spoke to the boy with such sarcasm and hatred.
You inwardly sighed as Caspian's gaze tore from yours and resided on Miraz's.
"So…he's the prince. And if this Miraz guy is his dad, then that means…"
You feared that Miraz was the King, for if he was, he most surly make sure that you endured the worst kind of punishment. You inwardly shuddered.
The Prince nodded to Miraz apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Uncle." He bowed his head in shame and took his seat. He sat at the chair on the right of the King's throne.
"Thank God!" you thought. "So Miraz is only the brother of the King…thank God. So that means this Caspian guy has more power over him."
You watched him as he took his seat. He glanced back at the stained glass window of the King, and then his eyes landed back to you. His eyes held a sense of nostalgia and sadness.
"But wait…if he's the Prince…then where's his dad? Where's the King?"
Miraz then retreated to his seat as well, on the left of the throne, where he faced the Prince and looked at him unwillingly. Caspian gave you a final look before he returned his gaze to his uncle.
"Where did you find her?" he asked curiously. His voice was deep and gentle.
"In your village, my Prince." Miraz spat.
The Prince took in his words and you soundlessly waited for you death date to be announced.
"When?" the Prince asked again, now looking back to the window.
"What does it matter?!" Miraz demanded as he slammed his fist on his armrest. "She is not from these parts! She could be a threat!"
"And what threat do you suppose a tiny little girl could have?" The man with the curly mustache said, apparently gaining some sort of confidence due to the appearance of the Prince.
"Just look at how she's dressed!" Miraz said. "Most likely one of…those lot."
The rest of the Lords laughed, all except Prince Caspian.
"Oh Miraz," said another Lord with a humorous laugh, "Do not tell me that this is another meaningless accusation."
"We have had enough of your countless attempts to charge someone on the behalf of them being Narnians." Another said. "They do not exist!"
The room then broke out with similar cries of agreement.
"She does not look different from us."
"She did not harm anyone…she couldn't even defend herself from the guards."
"We are tired of your lies and accusations!"
"What do you think, Prince Caspian?"
You looked back to the young man, who had been silent throughout the whole debate. His eyes passed over yours before they went to his Uncle.
"She is obviously not from around here," he began, "but that does not mean at all that she is a threat. She is a guest, therefore, should be treated as such-"
"She appeared out of nowhere!" Miraz yelled. "The villagers said so! She appeared out of a wall! Such is the doings of magic! Sorcery! Narnian! She should be sentenced to death!"
As his voice echoed throughout the room, you began to shake.
"Death…oh God…I'm going to die!"
You green eyes began to brim with tears, and you couldn't help your involuntary shaking. You did not want to cry in front of everyone, you wouldn't. But you couldn't stop the choked sob that escaped your lips. All eyes were on you again. Prince Caspian shot up from his seat.
"Nonsense." He said. "She will be our guest in the castle. She has done nothing wrong. No such penalties will be administered." His words seemed to please all the Lords except Miraz. "I will question her myself tomorrow on here whereabouts."
"The villagers…they imagine things." The lord with the curly mustache said. "I agree with Prince Caspian. All in favor…"
All hands rose except one, Lord Miraz. His face was scrunched into a nasty snarl, and once he observed that everyone was against him, he stormed from the room, with the commander from before in toe.
"Meeting Adjourned." Miraz grumbled before he slammed the doors behind him.
One by one, the other Lords began to leave the room, shaking Prince Caspian's hand as they went and shooting you apologetic looks.
You leaned back into your chair, and let out a sign of relief. You closed your eyes as you began to calm down your beating heart.
When you opened your eyes, Prince Caspian was standing before you. He knelt down and untied your hands, clasping them in his warm ones once they were untied. He looked up at you.
"I apologize for my Uncle. He can be ruthless a times." He said.
"Really," you said sarcastically, "Just at times?" Caspian laughed, hands still clasped around yours.
"I apologize again. I did not mean for you to go through that." He said with a smile. "Sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
He helped you stand up from your seat. You head barely reached up to his chin.
"My name's Jade." You said tentatively. "Listen, I'm not-" You were interrupted as Caspian hushed you, placing his hands on your shoulders.
"I know, I know. You don't seem dangerous, and you must have an explanation. But you look tired. You can rest up and tell me everything tomorrow." He said in his gentle voice. You were not going to argue.
"Alright, thank you." You said, stressing the 'thank you'. "I was scared for a second. I thought I was going to die."
"Don't worry about it. Come with me, I'll show you your room." He held out his hand to you, and you graciously took it. He led you to his room in silence.
You were relieved that you would be safe, but were still concerned as to where the hell you were and what was going to happen to you in this place.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
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