Author's Notes (Scroll Down for Chapter):

Okay, I am late on the update. I am not sure how much I like this chapter. There is much more dialogue and less narrative and description. I may decide to re-write this but I really wanted to get something up. There has been way to much going on and I've been very anxious so my concentration sucks. I hope I feel better soon and I can focus again on this story. I am really enjoying writting and learning from everyone on here. Thank-you once again. :)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Hey! Just thought I'd give every an update on the status of my writting. I have revised this chapter sooo much. I will be reposting it in a few days.


Chapter # 7: A Promise

Disclaimer: I don't any rights to Narnia, just my OC Stephanie

This Story is rated M for later chapters

A beautifully clad stranger had addressed Peter from the shadows. Now standing in front of him, they paused, knelt, and slowly began to lift the hood off their head. Golden blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders. It was a dainty, divinity of nature. More commonly known as a wood nymph. Not having yet lowered his sword, looking him straight in the eye the nymph addressed her King. "Sire, I wish you no harm. For I am of Narnia and my allegiance lies with you" Continuing to kneel in silence, the high king, studied her.

"You're also a warrior" Peter noticed the hilt of a great sword sticking out from the cover of her cape.

"But this blade is not meant for you, it fights for you and Narnia, not against"

"What is your name? Supposed warrior of Narnia," he demanded still glowering down upon her with his sword.

"My name is Evangeline your majesty. I come from the western wood along the River Rush."

"I am familiar with the warriors of this land, and you are not among the recognizable titles or faces"

"I have been away from Narnia for many years. I left before you even entered"

Mind flooded with question after question, he continued, "Where were you? Why have you returned?"

"I was in your natural world sire, I was in England"

"Impossible! Native Narnians can't cross into our world."

"I am afraid you have been mistaken your majesty"

"Never the matter" he inched the sword toward her "What business do you have here?"

"I've come with news regarding Stephanie"

"Stephanie? What connection do you have to her?" he stated with a great deal of shock.

"She is my charge"

"Your charge?"

"Yes, your majesty she's in my protection, now you must take me to her at once"

"Under who's orders? I will take you no where; she's now under our protection now"

Evangeline was growing impatient, she rose to her feet, causing Peter to stand taller and tense his body.

"My orders are from Aslan himself my young King!" She took a step towards him, while she pulled the right sleeve of her tunic up. It revealed a small marking on the underside of her wrist. "I bare the mark of Aslan's private order"

Looking at her wrist, he recognized the tattoo; Aslan had knighted him himself privately.

"Where's Aslan?"

"I cannot reveal all there is to know now, but I promise you shall know in time" She began to walk around him.

"I shall know now! This is my kingdom!" raising his voice in great frustration and blocking her path with his blade.

"You leave me no choice your majesty" Evangeline whirled around muttering an enchantment which tore Peter's sword from his hand. She had now drawn her sword and pointed it at his chest. "Listen to your heart and realize that now this must be done"

Still very apprehensive he knew that only those who were noble would ask him to follow his heart. Exhaling deeply he responded, "She sleeps a few chambers down from my own"

Returning her sword to its sheath beneath her cape she brushed past. Quickly following behind her, he motioned right toward the proper bedchamber. The room's windows were open and upon entering, it created a vacuum effect as the air rushed out. It caused the sheer fabric of the bed curtains to blow toward them. Evangeline walked quietly to the bed and kneeled down toward the sleeping girl. Knowing that when Stephanie woke she would find herself again in a strange situation. She hoped that the friendship Stephanie had known from her back in England would make this the slightest bit easier. Peter remained silent standing at the end of the bed until she went to touch her.

"Wait, let me wake her" he whispered, it truly was the last thing he wanted to do because she looked so peaceful. She was curled up into a ball in the center of the bed. A few strands of her hair were blowing lightly in the night's breeze. Evangeline nodded and moved off the bed and he took her place. His hand hovered over her head, curling and uncurling his fingers into his palm.

"Sire" Evangeline said in whisper urging him on.

Glancing one more time at the nymph, asking with his eyes if what was becoming was real. She simply nodded again. Five fingers were now caressing soft cheek. Moaning, the girl moved and then looked up from her pillow. She focused her eyes on the High King as he lit the oil lamp.

"Pe..Peter?"

He nodded.

"Did you have a nightmare?" she teased sleepily.

He smiled weakly and shook his head. She looked at him a little puzzled. He looked away towards the end of the bed. Her eyes followed his and came upon the other person in her room. Gasping she scuttled to sit up. "Evangeline!" she half screamed with confusion and excitement. "How on earth?" Stephanie looked from Peter to Evangeline in disbelief.

"She's come for you," Peter said quietly.

"Come for me? What do you mean?"

Evangeline stepped forward. "This will be difficult for you to understand now, but I am the one who sent you to Narnia. I must continue my duty and protect you until it is done"

"Protect her until what is done?" asked Peter still determined to have some answers.

"Until the dark magic is bound once again along those who wish to attain it"

"But the white witch is dead, her followers dead or retreated, there is no danger in Narnia" retorted Peter still confused.

"The witch may be dead, but her magic is not," warned Evangeline. "There are those who still believe in a darker Narnia, who want to see evil prevail"

Stephanie was incredibly confused and filled with anxiety. Evangeline had brought her to Narnia, meaning she must have known of this place before hand. She needed protection from evil. It was hard to imagine evil in Narnia even though the story of the white witch had been true. Peter looked at her and her at him, both noticing their troubled expressions.

"Why do I need to be protected? What does this have to do with me?" questioned Stephanie as her stomach was becoming increasingly uneasy.

"I do not know all the answers my friend, but it began all because of the love two people shared…" Evangeline slowly began to explain but Stephanie was impatient and interrupted.

"Okay. But…"

"Stephanie, you must trust in me like you always have. Please let me finish. Those people were your parents." Stephanie had become wide-eyed and before she could interrupt, again Evangeline continued. "Yes, your parents. The locket that has provided you all with such a mystery, it belonged to your mother."