Note: Okay everybody, this took so long for me to finish and get posted so I am extremely sorry for that. I also changed the title, so you can let me know what you think. Oh! I have this idea for a story called The Curse of Beavers Dam. Should I go on with it? It is set during the golden age. But anyways enjoy this chapter, and if you do then let me know! Oh yeah one more thing Gern is pronounced jern.
Disclaimer: Though tears may fall, I own Narnia, or it's characters not at all. But some things bring happiness, I own Ella, Gerina, Gern, Swiftfeather, but nothing else.
Lucy felt the air rush past her face, and knew at any moment she would probably be crushed from the impact of hitting the ground. All of the sudden, she felt her breath catch, and she was soaring upwards, back into the sky.
What? Not another bird, she thought, then deciding it wouldn't be too bad if it kept her from falling. The talons holding her shoulders were different then the previous hawks. The large bird flew up to a tree, releasing Lucy carefully into it's nest.
Lucy peered at the bird. It wasn't that large, like a giant bird, but more of Narnian proportions, a bit larger than humans.
" Are- are you Narnian?" she asked, hesitatingly. The owl ( for it was an owl ) studied her curiously with it's great black eyes. Then it spoke, " Indeed, Narnian I am." Lucy sighed in relief, then listened as the bird spoke again.
" And you, you must be Queen Lucy," the owl bowed with a flourish of his great wings. Lucy smiled, then a fear dropped in the pit of her stomach.
" My friend," she begin, a warm feeling lighting her as she was able to say it to someone who would not ridicule her. " My friend Ella is a prisoner of the giants." The owl nodded sadly. " Yes, this is something we know," he said. " We will try our best to get her back," he promised. Then Lucy realized that she did not yet know the name of this noble owl.
" What is your name sir?" she asked, a bit shyly.
" It is Swiftfeather," he replied." Lucy nodded, " It is a good name, and you are good. Now take me to the Narnians!"
Ella sneezed, and snuggled into the warm sock that Gerina had placed upon her nightstand, behind the oil lamp, where no one would notice. The giant girl frowned, placing the very tip of her finger on Ella's forehead.
" Your burning up!" she exclaimed. " But I dare not get the nurse, she would tell for sure!" Gerina added, waving her hand demonstratively. Ella nodded, wondering about Lucy. What had happened to her? Was she ok?
There was a crash, and Gerina's door burst open. Gerina grabbed the sock, hiding it behind her back. " Gern!" she exclaimed, a warning tone in her voice.
" What are you hiding Gerina?" a boys voice asked, trouble evident in the way he spoke.
" It's not really your business, is it Gern?" Gerina replied, taking a defensive stance. " You had better get out of my room before I call the guard." Ella wished she could see what was going on, but currently she only saw Gerina's back.
" Now, you wouldn't do that to your own cousin would you?" the boy laughed.
" Besides, then we'd find out what you are hiding anyway." Gerina pressed Ella closer to her back. " You have no right to be in the Princess' rooms. Now I ask you to leave," She spoke coldly, her head held high. Gern laughed again.
" Oh, poor, naïve little cousin," he said. " You know your father loves me well, and will surely pass on the government to me.. Therefore being a Princess will not help you much.
Gerina was getting more angry. " You speak lies. I will be the Queen as I have no brothers." Gern spoke again, and Ella could imagine a smug smile on his countenance. " Ah that is the question, is it not?" Gerina's shoulders slumped. " Leave, won't you?" she pleaded. This is when Gern acted. He rushed Gerina, knocking her to the ground. The sock flailed up in the air, and Gern caught it in his hand.
Ella felt like she had been on too many rides at the carnival, especially because she was sick. Well, she reasoned At least I didn't vomit. " Now what do we have here?" Gern asked, studying Ella. Now she saw that he had jet black hair and strange green eyes. Gern was older, probably in his teens.
" Is this the narnian girl then?" he asked the Princess, who was only now picking herself up. When she had stood, she reached for the sock.
" Give her back Gern," she begin. " She's very sick, and I am caring for her. So please give her back and do not tell." The boy pulled away from Gerina.
" I think not. I would enjoy a little narnian girl to tell me story's." Gerina grabbed his arm. " She can't! She's sick!" Gern looked down on his cousin coldly. " She can, and she will, for I do normally get my way do I not?" Gerina looked him in the eye.
" Don't hurt her," she said. Gern grinned, and sauntered off. Gerina sand onto her bed, knowing she could do nothing. Gern was her fathers favorite.
" Is that the Narnian camp Swiftfeather?" Lucy asked from her perch on the owl's back, pointing at the red tents they were approaching.
" Yes, it is you majesty, and they will be joyful of your return." Lucy smiled, happy to know she would see her old friend Caspian, and knowing he would help her find Ella.
Note: Okay, I know it was kinda short, but hopefully when I update this in the future I will make it longer too. Reviews make me happy! Thanks you Aims5 for reviewing frequently. It is a joy!