Ooooh la la,love ees in ze air!Okay, cut the cheesy accent. Chelseypudge has posted a new fanfic, an Oreius romance!
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, I really hope this chapter gets it all going.;)
Disclaimer:I really wish Oreius was mine. Nope. And I'm not the ruler of Narnia either(gosh dernit!).All belongs to CS Lewis.
BTW,this chapter is in Susan's POV(Point of View)
It was one of those nights where I couldn't sleep. When I was younger, this would happen often and I'd hold my old teddy bear and talk to her. But I was older and more mature than that. I wandered out of my tent while Lucy, and the rest, slept.
I milled about a bit near the river, swishing the water in the river with my foot. I gasped when the cold water seeped through my shoe, then shook it, as if trying to dry it.
This whole place was strange, yet amazing. And yet I longed for home. Not home at the tent, not home with the Professor, but home in Finchley with Mother and Father.
I suddenly heard hooves. I turned around, breathing hard, hoping that it was not a spy for the Witch. The noise continued until I heard a rustling of leaves.
"Oh. Forgive me, Lady Susan." General Oreius bowed and turned back, then turned his head towards me. "You should be sleeping, should you not?"
"And what about a general?"I asked tensely. I was not comfortable around these creatures except Aslan.
He shook his head."I rarely sleep, my lady. I watch the stars." The centaur raised his eyes to the sky momentarily, then they snapped back down to me.
"Your brothers will be great kings." He paused. "As will you and your sister."
I thought about this for a moment. "But what about home? FInchley?"
The General cocked an eyebrow. "Finchley?" He looked confused.
"Where I used to live."
"Mmm."He nodded and thought for a moment. "Sometimes we must sacrifice the things we love for a greater cause. And maybe one day in the future, we can have these things again." Oreius seemed distant for a moment, the spoke again. ''Come, you should rest."
I awoke to noises in the camp and some noise outside of the tent.
"Breakfast!"My sister exclaimed happily. "Come on Susan, it's so nice outside!" I laughed and slipped my shoes on.
Lucy was right. Now that it was Spring in Narnia, it wasn't as cold anymore. I was never keen on the cold, even when I was younger.
Lucy was right- it was a very nice day out! I smiled and thought of our summers back home, before Father left.
The army seemed so busy preparing. I glanced around and saw some practicing with their swords. I smiled and sat down with my siblings, ready for the new day.
"Peter, what are we going to do about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked. Peter sighed.
"I don't-" We all raised our eyes as Aslan walked past.
"He looks so sad." Lucy stated. I nodded in agreement.
"Susan!" I opened my eyes and turned to see Lucy standing. We both left the tent, Lucy clasping her coat around her shoulders and me grabbing my quiver of arrows-just in case.
We quietly followed Aslan until we came to the forest. He turned to us, his great head bowed slightly.
"Shouldn't you both be in bed?" He questioned us.
"We couldn't sleep." Lucy said to him.
"Please we come with you?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment."I would be glad of the company for a while.Thank you."
We gripped his mane and walked for a while until Aslan told us, "It is time. From here, I must go alone."
"But Aslan.."I started.
"You have to trust me, for this must be done. Thank you Susan and Lucy. Farewell." He left and we were standing there, until I started off a different path, from where we could see The Stone Table.
A crowd of ugly creatures had gathered there, jeering and holding firey, bright torches. The White Witch stood there, holding a knife.
"Behold, the great lion." She taunted. It was all too terrible. My mind was wheeling, running faster so that I couldn't catch up with it.
"..Tomorrow, we will take Narnia..FOREVER!In that knowledge, depair...and DIE!"
My heart stopped momentarily and I felt tears flood my eyes. I heard Lucy's breath hitch.
They had killed Aslan.