Ok I know I took a long time to update, I had midterm exams, and then extream writters block. Im back into it now, and more chaptersw are on their way. My computer is messed up so sometimes I cant upload the things I write. This is going to wrap up in a few chapters, but THERE IS ALREADY A SEQUEL IN THE MAKING.
What You Never Knew
"Now good people, I give you, my daughter and heir to the Calormenian throne, the Lost Princess, Felia Amor Venustas Adamo" the Tisroc announced to the large crowd. Rachel was led out to a secondary throne, next to the Tisroc's throne, her robes flowing behind her. She looked like a Narnian driad, with the way the different shades of blue silk swished around her. She was like a shining nymph in the crownd, for her soft features and attire completely complemented the reds and browns of the guests. She gracefully knelt, and simple gold circlet was placed on her head. It was a very different ceremony, than the coronations in Narnia. Nobody was laughing, smiling, or looking the least bit pleased. Maybe that was because they were not used to the idea of a female ruler, or maybe they generally looked this solemn. None the less, there were a great many people all crowded into the large hall, in addition to the three large tables stacked high with food in the center. When the coronation was over, the guests had become more engrossed in their conversation about where to buy the best foreign fruit, opposed to their new princess.
Peter felt a tug at his arm. He turned around to see a beaming Rachel, "Oh Peter this is better than my wildest dreams. I am so happy" Rachel exclaimed, glancing at his fine outfit. He had on a crimson doublet, with pure white sleeves and a deep shade of green for his pant. Aslan's golden crest was embrasoned upon his chest, proving his superiority to the shady looking Calormenes
"You look very happy, Princess Felia Amor Venustas Adamo" Peter teased
"Oh stop it" Rachel playfully punched him in the arm, "That is only my official royal full name. My first name is Felia, but I like Rachel better. Call me that, all right? It will be our own little game, after all, I have only heard your sisters and brother call you Peter, as well as me and William of course. To everyone else, you are lost to grand titles, as am I"
"Alright, our little game it is then, Felia" Peter received another small punch for this teasing remark, "So, what did you do for all those long hours before this banquet?"
"Well I learned what dresses to wear and the best way to put my hair up in this extremely hot weather" Rachel laughed, "And I learned a little about my past actually"
"Oh really?"
Rachel led Peter away form the center of the crowd, and towards the edge of the room that was separated from the main hall by a few sandstone pillars. She turned and spoke quite seriously, "Yes, my maid, Ancilla knew a bit. Its all legend, but some of it could be true. You see, remember that girl you told me about?"
"Polly Plummer?"
"Thats the one. Well no one knows exactly what went on, these people don't know anything about the other worlds, but supposedly Polly got one of Digory's apple seeds. She grew her own tree, and when it was dieing, she made it into a mirror frame. A few years later, she had a daughter. One day the daughter was looking at herself in the mirror, and suddenly found herself floating in the middle of nowhere. luckily a passing boat spotted her. They took her aboard and brought her with them. They sailed up the Calormen River to Tashbaan, and left her stranded here. Rexrigis Virilite Tyrannus, my father and the present Tisroc, was a prince then and he took her in. They became good friends. She couldn't remember her own name, so he came up with a name for her, Amicitia, which means friendship. He married her and they had me. Then one day he was called away to help in a war against the Telmarines. A Telmarine general snuck into Tashbaan and tried to capture my mother. My mother took me and ran to the Tombs of Tashbaan. She wrote the inscription, handed me to an unknown someone, and then was killed by the Telmarine general. My father returned here as Tisroc, for his father had died in battle, only to find his wife dead and his child gone. No one knows who took me away to the other world, or how, but I got there. Thats all I know" Rachel took a deep breath
"Thats interesting, and quite a lot to say in one breath" He chuckled as he watched her
"Well whats very curious is that she didn't actually write it. I was said to have been foreseen by a prophet on the ship she traveled on. She remembered it, an moments before her death, engraved it on the stone"
"That is curious, but lets not dwell on the pasts mysteries right now. Its your party, so lets enjoy ourselves, Rachel" Rachel smiled at him and the pair entered the main hall to find everyone in sudden jovial spirits. Peter and Rachel became lost in the festivities, as was everyone else, everyone except the sulking figure, leaning against the pillar in the shadows
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Peter announced that they had to leave a week after Rachel's coronation. Rachel seemed quite capable of taking care of herself and the people had grown to like her because she knew such wise and beautiful poetry they had never heard of. Peter didn't want to leave yet, he was unsure what would happen once his army's presence had been removed. He knew what the Calormenes people were really like once the threat of foreign soldiers had left. Peter knew it didn't matter what he wanted, but what he had to do. He also knew that he had wasted far to much time in Calormen already. For all he could tell, the White Witch could have already recruited every giant in Ettinsmoor by now. He had to get moving. Peter had already sent a messenger to Lucy, telling her to send the rest of the army to the border of Ettinsmoor and Narnia, so they would be ready when Peter arrived. That arrival, however, was in the future. There were a few things to attend to first
"There, over that hill lies Archenland" Peter pointed his sword towards the white capped mound of earth
"The mountains lie to the north, and River Winding Arrow to its south, of Archenland, right Peter? So where exactly are we?" Edmund asked, studying the usually lush landscape around him
"We are already north of River Winding Arrow, so we are fairly close" Peter said, smiling at his younger brother
"Its capital is located in Anvard pass, correct?" William asked
"Right"Peter looked at William. In the past week, William had shown his true colors. He was a strong, brave, capable leader. He wanted to rule Archenland, and Peter was sure that he was ready for it.
"Come on," Susan yelled to them, from her position on the hill, "We had better reach Anvard pass before sundown. We don't know much about the Archenlanders, so we should keep our wits and manners about us" Susan mounted her black mare and began to ride down the gently slopping hillside
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The Narnian group had been greeted warmly. They had ridden up through the evergreen forest, thick with snow, and down the normally grassy bank to the valley called, Anvard pass. The palace was not as grand as Cair Paravel, nor as sinister looking as at Tashbaan. The Archenland palace was much smaller than both of the others, but it was still beautiful in its own different way. The city itself was made out of logs, for those were plentiful, but the castle was made of white marble. A gorgeous palace with a wide courtyard, made all the more so by the light sprinkling of snow. William stood wide eyed as he stared at the palace's small snowy wonders.
"Oh William, we have been expecting you" a wizened old man emerging from the wooden solid looking palace doors said excitedly
"Y-you have?" William sputtered
"Oh yes, we suspected that someone was suppose to some. I mean, hasn't anyone ever wondered what happened after the world began?"
"I don't know what your getting at sir" William said uncertainly, eying the old mans funny appearance. He was wearing layers of thick coats, but William couldn't tell of what they were made. He had a small axe hanging by his side, a bow and quiver strung over his back, and a peculiar triangular shaped hat on his head.
"Oh for goodness sakes boy. Queen Helen and King Frank I. King Frank was there when the world began, though he was only a cabby, you must know that. Then Aslan summoned Frank's wife, Helen, to Narnia. Aslan gave Archenland to Frank and Helen. It is known that King Frank I and Queen Helen had children, but where were those children during the battle with the White Witch, eh? Where are those children now? I'll tell you where they are, back in the other world. Some how or another you are those children's grandson or something of that nature, which also makes you related to King Frank and Queen Helen, and therefore the heir to Archenland's throne" this speech was obviously a great strain on the old man, for he began to cough and wheeze
"Are you alright?" William asked, "Who are you?"
"Oh, I am Alter Zauberer, keeper of history, and keeper of the knowledge" the old man gathered himself
"The knowledge?" William was still very much confused, because he had not been paying as close attention as Rachel had when Peter explained about this world
"Shh!" Alter Zauberer hushed him violently, "Tis a dangerous time. You dont be wanting the enemy to be knowing of what we know, now do you?" William shook his head, startled at the old mans out burst, "Dont you be a knowing anything? The knowledge is but another name for the deep magic, or any magic at all these days" Alter mumbled more to himself that William
"What do you mean?" Peter had overheard this conversation, and he to was slightly confused
Alter sighed, "come in, come in. You dont be wanting to catch your death out here in the cold, when the real battle hasnt even begun" he motioned to his courtiers to tend to the needs of the Narnian army, and then usheded Peter, Susan, and William, through the thick doors
Susan wasn't positive, but as she walked through the doorway she thought she heard figure of a flying horse, that was carved into the stone above the door, say "They cannot see the future, so they do not know. To be naieve is failure in the making. If only he would have listened to me, maybe there would be more hope"
Ok this was kinda boring, but Im working on it. Im trying to improve my discribing, Im not very good at the physical details of things.