Narnia: The Princess and The Pirate
Author's note
I do not, in any way, own Narnia or any of C.S Lewis' characters but I do own my OC. And I do hope that everyone who will come across this story will enjoy it. Please review to let me know about my mistakes or if you think that maybe I should discontinue the story. Thank you and please enjoy!
And special thanks to :
puregarnet (Thanks for pointing out the grammatical error I made! It has been fixed.)
Jaylin Ellie Waters
Hexes -and -Jinxes
Cherry
This chapter might remind most of you to a certain incident that has happened in the movies. Just read and see.
Chapter 3: Advice
Cynthia jumped up to avoid the sword that came at her. She quickly held up her sword to block another blow. She pushed forward, trying to knock Edmund's sword out of his hand but Edmund is quicker. Edmund withdrew his sword and side stepped her before his sword was at her neck. Cynthia frowned. She lost for what seemed like the millionth time in the last one week.
It's been a week since she started training with Edmund. Edmund is an excellent teacher. He knew when to push her and when to give her a break. " You've improved, Cynthia." Edmund praised her. Cynthia flushed under his compliment. She didn't think that she did but for Edmund to praise her and for them to get along well, it was great. Edmund scanned the deck, there was no one but them around.
"Thank you." Cynthia replied with a smile on her face. "I really mean it. You've been teaching me when you could have been doing something else. Honestly, I am indebted to you."
Edmund raised his eyebrows. " Then, would you at least tell me the truth of one thing?"
"Anything." Cynthia replied without hesitation. Over the entire week, she found a friend in Edmund Pevensie. Despite their initial disagreement, both of them could actually get along. But that didn't prepare her for his question at all.
"You are a princess, are you not?"
Cynthia's eyes widened. " That is..." Her voice trailed before she found her words. " How did you know?" She asked with a sigh. Edmund had an amused expression on his face.
"You're far too graceful in your movements which suggest that you've been trained to walk with proper posture. You hold your cutleries perfectly when you eat. You know how to give a tentative smile when it is required. Anything more you would like to add?" Now it was Cynthia's turn to look amused. She didn't know that the captain was that observant of his surroundings.
" Well, I'm horrible at sewing. And to be honest, I'm the Princess of Archenland." She revealed. Edmund nodded his head.
"Yes, I assumed that since we met you in Anvard. And I have assumed that you do not wish to return back to your kingdom."
Cynthia sighed with a sad expression. " I do love my father and the kingdom that I left behind but I simply can't go back. I wish not to return back, Captain."
"Call me Edmund. Captain sounds a little too old, don't you think so too?" Edmund told her with an amused smile. Cynthia returned the smile with a grin of her own. To Cynthia, she felt that she is slowly melting the ice that surrounded his heart. To her, it is her greatest joy to help him. "Training is done for the day." Cynthia said her thanks before leaving his side. Edmund stayed behind to bathe in the rays of the rising sun.
It was days later when they found a land to land on. It looked peculiar to the crew. It had a huge garden that seemed never ending. It reminded them of a maze. The plants and trees were cut in the strangest of shapes. Cynthia and Edmund shared a look before the both of them whirled around to face Oreius. The crew took notice of this action and smiled.
Oblivious to the smiles of his crew, Edmund started to think about the best way to go about this. "Alright, I suppose it's best to split up and discover the island." The crew shared the same thoughts. The island seemed very strange and there seemed to be no one on the island. It's far too silent. " Be careful." Edmund warned one last time before he walked off into one direction.
Reepicheep looked more than ready to start an adventure and he disappeared just as quickly as he could. Beaver rolled his eyes and took off with Tumnus who seemed scared of the strangely cut plants. Oreius bowed at Cynthia before riding off to another direction. Cynthia stood there, looking a little lost but she felt that something wasn't right here.
How could the plants be cut into such shapes without anyone tending to them?, she thought. She unsheathed her sword, hoping that she doesn't have to use it. She started walking straight which seemed to be the route that everyone avoided. She was humming to herself an Archenland song before she felt something breathing down on her neck. She didn't even have the time to scream when something picked her up and covered her mouth. Her sword dropped on to the grassy plains.
Cynthia struggled but she couldn't get herself free. When they finally released her, she plopped onto the ground without any grace. She gave out a wince at the pain her butt felt. " I don't suppose you're going to let me go, are you?" Cynthia asked, putting on a brave front. She couldn't even see her enemy much less fight them without a weapon.
There was chuckling. " No, no! Of course not! We need you to read a spell for us!" A voice shouted near her ear. It startled her and she jumped, knocking the creature that spoke to her. "Ouch!" The voice shouted. " Don't attack us or we'll..."
"We'll kill you!" Another voice piped in.
Cynthia furrowed her eyebrows together. She didn't know whether to be scared or amused. "If you kill me, then how will I help you?"
There were murmurs around her until a final voice decided above the others. " We'll kill your friends!" That was a proper threat. Cynthia didn't know how the crew would face against invisible foes. With slight hesitation, she nodded her head.
" Alright, I'll do it." She agreed with an evident sneer on her face. She didn't like being told what to do most of the time. That was one of the many reasons she left her Kingdom. She doesn't want to be like a caged bird. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You will enter the house of the oppressor and recite the spell to make the unseen seen." The voice commanded her. In front of her, a door magically opened, revealing a flight of stairs. Cynthia took tiny, hesitant steps into the building. Just as the door started to close, she could hear snickering behind her from the voices. Cynthia heaved a sigh and made her way up the stairs.
The room looked like a sanctuary to Cynthia as it was filled with books to the brim. Then, she turned her attention to a large book that stood alone on a podium in the middle of the room. She took careful steps towards it. It read, The Book of Incantations.
She traced her fingers over the title of the book. It looked very thick. She opened the book and flipped it. There were many spells such as a forgetting spell, a spell to cure toothache. She noticed that each spell was written by hand. The strokes of the letters distinct. She allowed her eyes to wander until they fell onto the page with the Spell to make the Unseen Seen.
"Like the P in psychology, the H in psychiatry, invisible ink and the truth in theology. The spell is complete. Now all is visible" Cynthia recited the spell.
Meanwhile, Edmund turned back around. There was nothing on the island. He felt as though there was no point to this search of the island. He made his way back to where they first landed on the island. He found his crew standing there. "Captain," Reepicheep called out to him. Edmund turned his attention to the noble mouse before he caught sight of the glinting sword that belonged to Cynthia.
Without warning, Edmund took off in the direction that had large footprints on the ground. He knew that something must have kidnapped Cynthia. She wouldn't have left her sword behind. But as he ran, he bumped into something. That something knocked him to the ground. Invisible forces started attacking the crew. Edmund quickly unsheathed his sword and pointed at the air but he didn't know where to strike.
" What are you?" Beaver asked with a befuddled expression on his face while Reepicheep was glaring at the air. Tumnus was busy trying to dodge even though he didn't know if he was under attack. Oreius used his ears to hear for the movements of the enemy before striking. Edmund felt frustrated. He wanted to rescue Cynthia. He had a feeling that these creatures knew where she is.
"What are we? We're big and scary and...and..."
"And strong!"
It was at that moment that the creatures' true looks were revealed. Edmund raised an eyebrow at the creature in front of him before he stood up and grabbed the creature in a slight rough manner, making the creature yelp. " Where is Cynthia?" He asked, keeping his calm demeanour. He lost far too much in his life. He would not lose anymore.
" I'm alright, Edmund." Cynthia called out from where she stood with the magician, Coriakin. Coriakin made his way to the creatures. "This is Coriakin. It's his island."
One of the creatures cried out, "It's not his island!" Coriakin sighed before chasing the creatures.
"What are those?" Beaver asked, unable to keep the curiosity from getting to him.
Coriakin turned to look at Beaver. "They're Dufflepuds." That made no sense to the crew but they shrugged it off. Edmund walked to Cynthia and handed her sword back to her. She grabbed it and sheathed it.
"Thank you, Edmund. I'm sorry for the trouble that I cause." She looked upset at being the cause of more trouble. Edmund shook his head.
"It's alright." He replied and they followed the others into Coriakin's manor. They went into the living room with a lovely fireplace to keep warm. Cynthia made her way there in a flash as she shivered in the cold air. With just a snap, food appeared on the table. Food tempted the crew as most of them had their hands out to grab the food. "Wait." Edmund ordered them before turning his attention to Coriakin. Edmund wanted to know the intentions of this strange, elderly looking man in ornate robes.
"Oh, such a wise captain. But please eat, the food is prepared especially for you. However, I do have things that I wish to talk to you." Coriakin stated, looking quite comfortable on his armchair. Cynthia looked at the magician. Just before, when the magician became visible to her, she caught him giving her an odd look. But after talking to him, he seemed like a nice old man. " I know that you are after the Seven Swords."
"And how did you come to know that, Coriakin?" Edmund questioned. Most of the crewmates were busy stuffing their faces with food. Edmund took a seat next to Cynthia. Cynthia took this time to observe her captain and the magician.
"Does it matter? Because I know that you must hurry. There has been talk. Talk about another person hunting the swords as well." Edmund frowned. " But there is one thing that I wanted to talk to Princess Cynthia." Cynthia snapped her attention to the magician. "I would like to ask you about your blood, Princess Cynthia?"
Cynthia frowned, unsure of what to say to that. " What do you mean? I am born to the Archenland royal line."
"But that is not what I'm asking, Princess. I am asking you about your mother's side."
Cynthia looked down, not wanting to let anyone see her teary eyes. Edmund noticed it and put an encouraging hand on hers. " My mother died a long time ago. I didn't get to meet her. My father, King Lune, had a wife, my mother, before she died. He remarried after her death."
"And that is your clue, Princess. Find out about your mother and your heritage." Coriakin said simply. "Heed my advice, hurry and get the swords before it is far too late." The magician got up from his seat and smiled at them. "Now, enjoy some food before you take off."
I hoped that I made things more... interesting. What was it that people love to say? It's more than what meets the eye. I'll try my best to type more next time!
