Raelyn sat quietly on a ledge outside of the How, her face scrunched up in deep thought as she just stared out across the vacant field. The embodiment of light he had labeled her. The professor told them about how the legend came about shortly after the Pevensies had disappeared. Some said it was from Aslan himself and some say it came as a whisper among the trees. Either way no one is really sure where her legend came from, just that it had been passed down through the generations to bring hope. They said she would be able to bring light into even the darkest of places, and would be the one to end a coming darkness. What darkness? Surely she wouldn't be the one to put an end to the inevitable war here? She was like a newborn in this world, just sitting and watching in utter confusion and helplessness. The whole idea of having to live up to a legend was overwhelming.
Despite her growing doubts and trepidations about this whole legend thing, there had been one person that put a new spin on it. Edmund instantly began pointing out the multiple ways she had always been a light for him. He had joked that she already had the hair color of fire and eyes as bright as moonlight. Now she just has the superpowers to match her looks. Raelyn blushed as she remembered how he explained that he admired her bright personality and how she could just make everyone smile and see things in a new light….pun intended.
Unfortunately that was about all he could tell them about the legends. There wasn't much said about her besides her importance to Narnia. In hearing this she opted to wandering outside and taking some time to process all of this alone. Raelyn didn't shift from her position as she heard someone approaching from behind. She merely glanced over to see Caspian plopping himself down beside her, staring out ahead blankly like she had been. The two sat there in silence for a moment.
"Tough day?" she asked dryly.
"You could put it that way." he answered in the same tone, neither of them looking away from the field in deep thought.
I want to apologize for putting you in that situation earlier." Caspian finally spoke up, sparing a glance at her. Raelyn's brow rose in surprise and she watched him silently. Sometimes when people were distressed or lost it was best to just let them vent. And Caspian was definitely in need of a vent session.
"I seem to be failing at a lot of things recently." He muttered sourly.
"I can only spit out light from my hands when I panic….which is pretty useless." Raelyn commented thoughtfully.
"I'm supposed to be leading these people but I don't know how to do that when I'm not even sure of what I believe anymore." Caspian added, not questioning how this odd conversation was going.
"Apparently I'm a legend. Basically I'm like a candle or something." Raelyn hummed. Caspian snorted, which caused both of them to grin, effectively breaking the heaviness of their minds.
"I have heard the legends. I may not have known you for as long as the others but I believe they fit you very well." He told her honestly. Raelyn smiled at him thankfully.
"And you have the chance to become the most noble contradiction in history." Raelyn shot back. Caspian frowned in confusion.
"The Telmarine that saved Narnia…..pretty dramatic if you ask me." She grinned at him. Caspian smiled and shook his head in amusement. The two chuckled quietly, both feeling much better now that they had gotten some of their burdens off their chest. Glancing back across the field Caspian stiffened before standing up.
"What is it?" Raelyn inquired, trying to spot what had startled the boy. She squinted but managed to catch a glimpse of metal disappearing into the woods.
"We need to tell the others." Caspian informed before helping her up and dashing back into the How.
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Once everyone had been gathered they all stood up on the ledge facing the field, now clothed in more battle ready attire. Raelyn hovered beside Edmund who had wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders as they stared at the growing Telmarine Army that had taken their place at the edge of the field.
The silver clad army marched further in to the field, pulling large catapults behind them. From the center a long line of cavalrymen emerged and fanned out across the front. Realyn and Edmund shared a worried glance. It was definitely much more advanced than their little rag tag group of Narnians inside the How. Finally a golden armored man made his way to the front, Lord Miraz, Raelyn had assumed. The Telmarines had finally brought the battle to them, and now the Narnian's needed a plan.