Note: Okay, I know I'm terrible. Finally I have updated. Please forgive me for taking so long. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Alright, I own Ella, Gern, Gerina, the King and Queen, Masiah, Swiftfeather, and I think that is it.

Chapter 7 - Strange boys and Messengers

Ella let her legs dangle over the edges of this boy, this Gern's dresser. He eyed her curiously, sitting in a chair directly in front of her. Ella coughed, and the boy stood up, getting something out of a cabinet by his bed. When Gern came back, there was something in his hand.

" What's that?" Ella rasped, before she began coughing again. The black haired boy sat down across from her once again. " Some medicine, and a doll spoon," he added bashfully. She smiled faintly at him. " Now what were you doing with that?" she asked.

" I took it from Gerina," he replied, still a bit sheepish. Ella raised an eyebrow.

" Why?" she questioned. Gern shrugged his shoulders. " I was just playing around," he mumbled. Ella raised both eyebrows now.

" Playing around?" she repeated. " What about the you becoming King part?" Gern stood up from his seat.

" It is true that the King likes me, I tend to be a little hard on Gerina, but.." he didn't finish, so Ella coughed once more before replying.

" No, you were being a plain bully. I know enough about bully's to know that you were being one." The boy looked at his feet, at the wall, everywhere except for Ella's face. Then he looked at her, concerned as another cough racked her body.

" Here," he said, pouring some of the medicine into the spoon, spilling some on the carpet. " Take this," he ignored the mess, and held the spoon up to Ella's lips. It was still a bit big, but she could suck from the small end of the utensil.

After she had, Gern smiled. Ella looked at him inquisitively. This boy was very strange. Bullying on his cousin, yet being very careful with her. What ever happened to her telling him stories? A strange boy indeed.

Lucy smoothed her school skirt as she alighted from Swiftfeather's back. The tent they had landed beside was special in that there was a narnian flag draped across the front. The flap opened, and a young man strode out. He looked at Lucy, surprise and excitement written all over his face.

" Queen Lucy!" he exclaimed, clasping her hand in relief, and nodding at Swiftfeather as a way to let him know he did well. Caspian looked around, then turned back to the young Queen.

" But where is your friend?" he asked, uncertainty written in his face. Lucy looked sadly at him, knowing the news would mean that the war would be held back longer.

" She is still in the giants castle. I was picked up by a bird, and when I bit the bird I began to fall. Swiftfeather caught me, and kept me from meeting my end." Lucy looked up, her face flushed, fire in her eyes. " We must save Ella!" Caspian nodded, the seriousness of the situation causing him to know that he would never be in control, only Aslan would.

Masiah, messenger in the army of King Caspian, the 10th of Narnia, made his way to Harfang castle, careful not to get caught by some giants who would not know who he was. The boy looked up at the gates when he reached them. Masiah gulped, feeling the bag hung over his shoulder, and ended at his waist. The message was inside.

Masiah breathed deep, asked Aslan for courage, and took a step forward. Then another. After a long while, he arrived at the door of the castle. There was a bell rope, and surprisingly it was long enough for him to pull. Masiah did so, and in a short time, a big, ugly giant arrived. The giant looked down at him distastefully, then spoke.

" What do you want?" he asked gruffly. The boy gulped again, looking up at the giants tree trunk body. " Um, I'm here to see the King and Queen. I have a message for them from King Caspian of Narnia." The giant grumbled, but picked Mesiah up to carry to the throne room.

When they arrived, Masiah stood on the floor in front of the huge King and Queen. The King looked down on him, and a chill ran across his back. Masiah noted a mouse hole, a few feet away from where he stood.

" What do you want, messenger?" the King asked, a smug look on his face. Masiah took the parchment out of his bag.

" I have come to read a message from my King." The giant nodded, making a gesture for the boy to continue. Masiah cleared his throat, holding the parchment in front of him, he began to read.

King Childon, and Queen Marro, of Harfang Castle.

I, King Caspian, am sending a request for peace.

Why should neighbors fight? Can we not live as brothers?

If you continue in your attack, I must warn you.

Narnia is a great fighting force, and though you be giant,

We have Aslan on our side, and would surely conquer.

Please, accept our terms of peace.

Masiah looked up, expectancy on his face. " Do you have a message for reponse?" The King looked at his wife, and they seemed to share a secret joke. Then he turned to Masiah.

" Apparently, messenger, you have not heard that King Caspian will not be fighting." The boy looked at the King, confused. " What?" The King smiled, smugly once again.

" Guards!" he suddenly cried, " Seize the messenger." Masiah knew he couldn't be caught, he had to escape, somehow. Before he could be grabbed he noted the mouse hole. Well if nothing else, that would have to do. Masiah took a running start, then slid into the hole, just as a hand was reaching for him.a

" You'll never escape messenger," a voice boomed. Masiah just hoped that he would.