AN: I forgot to say that I made one little swich in my planning. Insted of using a Latin name, Alter Zauberer is German

This is a short chapter, but another is in the process. I just needed a filler. This story is almost over! Im getting bored cause I am so excited about what I am going to do for the sequel!

Two Messages

The castle was a fine one, though not in the same way as Cair Paravel. The four children, though you could hardly call Peter, Susan, and William that, were stunned to find that the white marble continued to make up the walls, ceilings, and floors, inside as well as out. It was rather cold in the castle, the only warmth came from strategically placed fireplaces along the hall. There was not a carpet on the floor, nor a tapestry upon the wall, making the castle all the colder. Edmund shivered as they walked down the white hallway after the surprisingly agile, old man. He wished he hadn't been so polite as to take off his coat when he had entered the castle. Edmund was about to place the coat once again upon his back, when they reached the grand hall. It was much the same as the hall, made of the same white marble, but it was a much wider space, with a high, domed ceiling, and a marble throne protruding from the very center of the room. Alter Zauberer strode over to the throne and picked up a plain, but sparkling, silver crown. He then abruptly turned to William and placed in on his head

"Your Highness" Alter made a low, swooping, bow

"What?" Susan said with a tone of her old spitefulness seeping into her voice, "Is that it?"

"Why, yes. That was the coronation" Alter said, his face blank

"You have to excuse my sister, this is just a very different sort of coronation in Narnia" Peter said quickly before Susan had a chance to open her mouth again

"Well, then that means, uh, Im king" William said, looking solemn

"Tis so. You are king and therefore, the leader of Archenland. Our army is ready, and willing to stand by Narnia if you wish it sire" Alter told William

"Oh your grace, so good to see you. Spitting image of your grandfather, or great grandfather, or however you are related to King Frank" A young foal whinnied as he trotted into the hall. Susan gasped, as she noticed that he had wings growing from his sides

"Hello Flit, nice to see you. This is the new ruler of Archenland, the one we've been waiting for. This of course is Queen Susan, King Edmund, and the High King Peter, of Narnia"

"Flit, good to meet you" William said, already starting to act with a powerful and meaningful mien

"Flit, pardon my boldness, but I have never seen a flying horse, apart form the one carved above the doorway" Susan said

"Ah, well," Flit and Alter both suddenly became stony faced, "I am one of a dying race. My great grandfather, in the last history of course, was Fledge, originally called Strawberry. He was a hero, carried Polly and Digory all the way back to England you know. He was the father of my race, but since he was the only horse that was given wings, the cross breeding has weakened that trait. There are but a few of us winged horses left, so it is no wonder you have never seen one of us. The stone carving outside is of Fledge" Flit said dismissively

"If he was such a hero, why do you speak of him with such disdain?" Edmund asked

"Once a hero, does not make you always a hero. The world is a controversial place" Flit said simply before prancing out of the room again. The four royals and Alter watched him go. William turned to speak, but was cut off by the arrival of a panting, heavily clad man

"Your highness" the man said weakly

"Yes?" William, Susan, Edmund, and Peter, said simultaneously

"I mean King Peter" the man clarified

"I am he" Peter stepped forward

"A message" the man limped forward, "two actually. One from Queen Lucy, and one from Princess Felia Amor Venustas Adamo" the man placed two scrolls in Peters hand, before collapsing

"Hes exhausted. The poor fellow has been from Narnia, to Calormen, and to here within a day" Peter evaluated. Alter called a guard to come and attend to the unconscious messenger, Susan made a commotion, Edmund rushed to find a servant to fetch the man water, William tried to figure out what a king would do in this situation, but Peter stood, oblivious, reading the two messages

"Eh, listen to this" he called to the others, "Rachel sent a message saying that everything is running smoothly, and that her army is done preparing for war. They are proceeding to march towards Ettinsmoor, because they are the farthest away, however, she also found out that the army is mounted, so they will make good time"

"Thats great" Edmund said, returning from the infirmary

"That is, but that was the good news. Lucy's letter isn't so wonderful. She says that the White Witch has finished recruiting her troops. Shes not waiting around like Aslan thought she would. She's on the move" Peter said dryly

"What do you think we should do?" Susan asked, slightly alarmed that Aslan had been wrong

"Well, everything seems fine here. The Archenlandish army is ready to fight, as is the Calormen. If Lucy has done as intended, then the Narnian army should already be on the move. I say we meet them. We will probably get to Ettinsmoor around the same time. Our small, personal legionary is slightly worn out, but still willing to fight. If we leave tomorrow, alongside the warriors of Archenland, we should have no trouble" Peter announced after a short period of silence

"So it is decided. Tomorrow morning, Ettinsmoor giants, and the rest of the White Witches will be greeted by two armies, the likes of which has never been seen before. That aught to surprise them, but wait until they see that the Calormenes are also behind us" Edmund chuckled

"If ye be leaving in the morn, ye best be getting your rest" Alter said. Everyone agreed. Alter showed them to their rooms, and everybody was instantly asleep. Everyone except Peter. Peter lay away in the soft feather matress, gazing at the beds canopy. He was tired, but coudn't sleep. He was worried, as one should be the day before battle. But Peter wasn't sure it was the fighting that worried him, for he was quite acomplished at swordsplay. Peter was felling worried, almost saddened, but he couldn't put his finger on what, or who, was causing it.

Boring filler chapter. Another comming soon