The Narnia's Elf Princess
So I just realizes I forgot to put Chapter three in so chapter three is going to0 be a flash back in this chapter/ This will explain the ring, necklace and daggers she had in her possession.
Chapter 8
Asking a faun where my wolf was, he pointed at a tent five tents always from Susan and Lucy. Thanking him, I proceeded towards it and enter in then closing the flap. Before I could turn I was pounced on to the ground. Really what is it with canine am I that lovable? Looking up to see a pair of onyx eyes surrounded with back fur.
Inhaling sharply to see a huge Black Fang. I mean huge, for the wolf was no longer the size of a wolf but the size of a horse. Suddenly he licked me.
"Mani-!" (What-) I laughed shoving Fang off me. Getting up to pet his face. He gave a breathy laughed, and then suddenly licked my hand. "Ew gross!"
HE barked again, really he's more dog than guardian wolf.
"Mani marte U?" (What happen to you?" I breathed amazed at his knew form."You're a size of a horse."
"Yes, "Fang Chuckled. "Aslan awaken my true power. Now I'm invisible to all mammals.'
"Except for Aslan" I pop his pride bubble. That causes him to growl. I laughed he defiantly my wolf. I always wanted a dog, however Mrs. Macready was allergic and I didn't want to cause trouble. So I always play with the scholars pet when visiting the university.
"Tis Time to train my Mellon (Friend)." I said as I showed him Artimists. His eyes widen when he stared at the silver spear lance, as he had his own mental conversation. He nodded as he found a centaur who knew how to use a spear; he gave me an apple to eat before we headed out toward the rocky cliff where he taught me over and over again how to fight till lunch time. HE said I didn't need any practice actually but felt proud to reteach me.
After getting lunch of toast a slice of salted meat and a pear. I ate onto of the hill and watch the few with Black fang as he mauled on a ham leg. We stared at the scenery from the campsite all the way to Cair Paravell. Once finished eating I fiddle with my necklace the necklace father gave me. I sigh and stare at my ring then twin daggers I remember how I gotten these Items.
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Flash back
It was nearly noon by the time I reached my father's studies and stood, nervously poised \to knock on the door. Should I asked him about . . . my history my past. I knew I was adopted but how did I get here, to be this kind man's life that treated me as his own flesh and blood? I shifted my feet uncertainly, then sighed knocking on the ancient wood. Waiting for a response till, "Come in"
Opening the door to find Professors Kirk on the lounge reading one of his mythology books by the fire place. His wrinkle face lifted up as he saw me placing his book down, "Why Gwen what a pleasant surprise my dear what can I do for you?"
Shutting the door ever so slowly till hearing it clicked while the floor held more interest. It was silent for a while hearing our breathing, the fire cackles and the pitter patter of rain drops on the window.
"Gwen is something wrongs my dear?"Father sounding worried
" Aslan came into my dream again," I said looking up with watery eyes, seeing the excitement but fear in his wise blue eyes so I continued "He said It's almost time for me to return to Narnia. . ."
"Is that so," Father frown petting a seat next to. Acepting his offer joining him. We stayed silent for some time. Uncomfortable silence waiting for death told. "Father is Narnia really?"
" . . . Yes my child Narnia is real and not a story." HE answers pulling out a small silk pouched out of his bag. Handing it to me, "I was going to give this to you on your seventeenth birthday."
Opening the pouch curiously to find a silver ring, Though it was quiet unique for the band was like vines securing a beautiful stone that I haven't seen before and yet it seems so familiar only to describe it twilight hues willow vines, now frosted and shimmering, in winter's white light.
There was more putting on the ring find another jewel a necklace. A silver dragonfly wraps around the sparkling diamond droplet. A single Swarovski dewdrop rest at the center of the rose. Lifting the jewel into the light to see promzon colors, however something was embedded inside impossible to describe. All in All it was beautiful, nothing from this world.
"It's Elven Jewelry." Father answer, helping putting on the necklace.
"Elven?" I repeated "What's Elven?"
"A magnificent divine creatures who lived in Narnia . . . Should I tell you how I was given such a lovely being?" He asked, nervously slowly nodding yes. He couched clearing his throat. "It was Sixteen years ago in this room to be precise that I was working on my lecture in roman history when a calmed breezed enter under a stormy night. The warm present felt familiar until hearing a wild untamed voice spoke 'Diggory what friend have behold to you.' Looking up across my desk I saw Aslan putting down a weaved basket. I thought he brought me a present from Narnia . . . and he did
"For when I got closer to him I heard stirring a whimper, removing the silk blanket to find a baby. So pale like the moon I thought she was Diana's daughter. Until Aslan spoke. 'Her name was once Gwengwyvar princess of Narnia elves she was in duel with Jadis and cursed into frail formed raised her as your owned flesh and blood until the day comes.' Before I could asked what happen he was gone.
"Gwen you know my deceased wife past away during childbirth along with my son." Nodding to his words, "Well when I held you in my arms I knew you were a gift from heaven. I fear this day would come but Narnia calls for you."
HE got up and grabbed a leather bond boxes. I open it to find a dagger. Not just any letter opener but fighting knives similar to. However these two daggers blades feature a silver tone color and full length tang construction. The handles were made out of apple wood with vines and Celtic knots designs and adored with cast metal guard and pommel. A trinity knot was also scribble to the blade. They came with Ivory color sheath and a leather belt.
"Father I-"
"No child these are yours a last gift I want to give you." HE said "The handles are made out of the tree of protection so you should be guarded closely."
Tears weld up in my eyes, that instantly I hugged him. "Le melon Adar" (I love you father)
"I to Tarren amin" (My princess)
Never before in my life that I discover the truth about me, for I wasn't human but an elf. And that sooner or later I have to return to my country. I war is upon Narnia that I there beside my fellow Narnia.
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I miss my father dearly sure he wasn't my biological father, but with no memories of my Atar (Father) Professor Kirkes took his place. He taught me everything; because of him I was learning a university freshmen level than a high school sophomore. I learn medical basics, fencing, archery, dancing, and music and Elvan language from him.
Sure thirteen years I wonder why he and I looked different, and why I didn't have a mother. Until Aslan told me in a dream I was adopted though I kept a secret to him. He took me in as his own flesh and blood.
Suddenly a head ache fazed in that I lie down on Fang and close my eye.
Seer power.
Opening my eyes to see I wasn't at the narnian camp.
I saw a new location, a dark side of the forest, another camp site with weapons hanging off of fences, black smithes forgiging Axe by trolls and Minotaurs. Hearing cling clack of metal hitting metal. The scene change in starburst to stop at Edmund, tide to a dead tree, gaged as well. His conditiom was worst, tire written under his eyes, a split lower lip, scrapes and bruised marred to his skin.
A dwarf came up, smirking as he picked on Edmund.
"Does the little prince uncomrafable, does he want his pillow fluffed" Smacking him in the face with his bushy grey beard. I saw regret and pain in his eyes, as the dwarf circled around him, continuing "special treatment for a special boy."
As he got to Edmunds face "Is that what you want?"
A star burst back to reality.
When I open my eyes to stare at Aslan who stare right back at me, Black fang already gone, "What did you see?"
Shaking my head, leaning upward, then rubbed my temple, "I saw their camp, or at least where they forge their weapons, maces swords pole axes nearly every sharp deadly weapon. Cast in iron, forge by trolls, ogres."
"What else?" Aslan murmured,
"Edmund is mildly injure while tide to a tree."
Aslan sigh at least we know he still alive for now. I stood up and stretched till pop in my spine then Aslan asked me to walk with him. I fallow though I didn't know how late it was probably mid afternoon by the skies. We walked around in silences till we found Peter dazing at the scenery we saw earlier.
"That id Cair Paravell the castle of the four thrones one in which you'll sit Peter as High king." Aslan said as we both stood on peter side. HE looked nervous "You doubt the prophecy?"
Does that he doubt me? Peters than spoke. "No, it just is. Aslan I don't know who you think I am?"
"Peter Pevensies, formally finchly. Beaver also mention that you plan on turning him into a hat."
I snorted really now, that does make sense. "Forgive me "I chuckled.
Aslan join in than got serious. "Peter theirs is a deep dark magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all over of Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destines. Yours, Gwen's, and mine."
"But I can't even protect my own family!" Peter protested then he stared at me
"You've brought them safely this far." Aslan replied.
Though Peter sigh, "But not all of them-"
"Peter, I'll do what I can to help your brother," Aslan assured "But I need you to consider what I'm ask of you. I too want my family safe."
My heart drop in hearing the sorrows in the lion voice. For the past that was written. A lone tear fell, for they could protect their family. But I couldn't for my clan or species has disappeared without a trace. I couldn't protect them.
"But isn't Gwen Princess?" Peter asked. "Doesn't she have a right to the throne?"
I shook my head no. "Peter, I'm not-"
"She is a princess but of the elves but her title as Narnia Princess for she was the first elf to be born in Narnia. Since her people were massacred by the white witch, there is no reign to divine right." Aslan said,
I gasped and cover my mouth only to fall on my knees. Peter was about to help me but Aslan stopped him. My people were massacred, murder. All serving warriors the elders, woman and children. All killed. A few tears fell, no it can't be true, and they couldn't have DIED NOT YET.
"I'm sorry you both have to hear this, but it's wise to know the truth." Aslan Apologized. "Do you hate me for keeping thi9s from you?"
"No." I breathed, wiping my eyes with my hand then stared at my ring how the white stone shimmer. Peter offers his hand which I accepted. Then stared at the east." Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath" (May they find peace after death.)
A few minutes later a load horn echo out. . . Pete and I looked at each other then he yelled "Susan!"
We ran toward the sources by the creek till we came across Susan and Lucy in a tree while two wolves jump tried to get them one I recognized was Maugrim. Peter and I draw our weapon him his swords and my twin daggers.
"Get back!" Peter Bellow.
MAugrim smirked, "Well it isn't the elf and little king. Come on we already been through this before. We both know you don't haven't in you."
I focused on the second wolf as Peter got Maugrim. The circle us with our backs to together. I lean back and whisper in his ear. "Stay focused to let his words provoke you Peter."
HE nodded as we heard Susan telling us to watch out. The second wolf changed his course too late for me to strike. Only to hear a roar as Aslan caught him along with Back up. I sigh and Turned only to hear aslan said stay your weapon including me for it was Peter battles. Struggle to complies I sheathed my daggers and run towards the girls.
I bit my lip, worried, for Peter doesn't know how to use a sword yet. But there was nothing I could do about it other than watch the duel that was summon.
"You may think you're a king, but your gonna die . . . like a dog!" AS MAugrim launched if not pounced on Peter whose blade pieced his chest and Yelp. As they both fell, I sigh in relieved since IO witness there stab, knowing Peter was alright. Susan and Lucy jump out of the tree and remove Maugrim off their brother, instantly hugging him while I check the dead wolf. Hand on his chest, no pulse no breath he was dead.
Removing my bloody hands I closed his eyes and kissed his forehead. "You were a loyal soldier, now rest in peace Maugrim."
Aslan then released the other wolf that scurried of. "After him, he'll lead you to Edmund."
Orieus Nodded as he and his rescue team ran off after the wolf, I stared at Peter and sigh with a smiled.
"Peter cleans your sword." Aslan said. The boy wiped his blood stained sword on the grass than knelt before Aslan. The lion placed his right paw on his left shoulder. "Rise Sir Peter Wolfsbain, knight of Narnia."
The girls and I stood proud for him as did Aslan. Once that was done I walked toward the creek and washed my hands. Then I grabbed Peters,
"Come on your lordship, I saw How you used your sword and It's time to used it properly." I said dragging the smirked on his face while the others laughed. Though, Aslan agreed. So we got two wood swords and I taught him what I know in fencing till supper.
