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Chapter 15: Fiera due Rublen

Lucy ran to the log on which she had sat earlier and pretended naught happened. She looked to her side to see Giovane- no- Aravinia take her place beside Peter. Lucy's blood boiled as she watched the Argouran rest her head tiredly on Peter's shoulder. Peter whispered softly in her ear and wrapped an arm around, who he thought, was his beautiful Giovane.

Lucy saw Tumnus dig his hooves into the deep snow as he lagged over to her. He had a big smile plastered on his, well; Faun-y face and he plopped down on the log beside his friend, "Little Lucy," he greeted, "What hast made thee feel so low?"

Lucy raised her eyebrows unaware of the deep frown she had kept for so long, "I need to speak with you," she said importantly, which swiped the smile off of Tumnus's face. Lucy whispered in the Faun's ear. Tumnus gasped, "Oh, dear," he said shortly. He stared at Lucy, "Are you certain?"

Lucy nodded, "I know what I saw," she said and looked back at Peter and Aravinia, "And it wasn't at all pretty."

Tumnus and Lucy walked hand in hand to Peter and Aravinia. The eldest Pevensie looked up and smiled, "Tumnus, Lu!" he greeted. Aravinia brightened up, "Oh!" she smiled. Lucy had to suppress a growl, which welled in her throat. Tumnus was right on cue, "Your Graces," he smiled, "Would you allow me to invite you and your sister to tea at my place?"

Peter bit his lip and looked at Giovane. His lover giggled, "Oh, you go on. I can take care of myself," she smiled. Peter shook his head and looked back at Tumnus, "If pardon and apologies may spill forth my tongue, Tumnus, but I would like to escort Princess Giovane back to Cair Paravel!"

Tumnus chuckled and waved his hands in the air, "Oh, do not trouble yourself, High King!" he said, "'Tis alright!"

Aravinia's eyes widened and she looked at Peter, "Are you sure?"

Peter nodded, "Yes, Giovane" he said and kissed Giovane's forehead. Again he turned to Tumnus, "But shall I still be welcome to fetch my little sister?" he smiled and reached out to ruffle Lucy's hair. The child giggled. Tumnus nodded, "More than welcome, my King! More than welcome!"

Tumnus opened the door for Lucy and the young queen shuffled inside the little home. The Faun closed the door and quickly ran to the fireplace to warm the room, "Dear me, I've hadn't experienced a winter like this since Jadis's fall!" he exclaimed. Lucy nodded. Tumnus was not speaking of the cold of the winter, but he was speaking of the situation. Here they were again to discuss evil times. The last time they had done this was when Lucy had first discovered Narnia. Tumnus prepared a tea tray and Lucy sat on a small couch near the fireplace. Tumnus arrived and set the tray on a small table, and seated himself on another couch just across Lucy, "Now," he said, "What is this about the necklace?"

Lucy looked away from the fire and directly into Tumnus's eyes, "When I saw Giovane take off her necklace, she turned into Aravinia, and then when Aravinia put the necklace back on, she turned into Giovane again. It seems that this necklace changes her appearance!"

Tumnus furrowed his brow, "And you think this explains the unusual behavior of Giovane in the passed few days? It was because she is actually Aravinia?"

Lucy nodded. Tumnus scratched his chin, "Argouran, you say," he mumbled and stood up from his couch. He made his way to his bookshelves and pulled out what seemed to be a really old and worn book. Lucy stared at in awe, it was so big that she was afraid Tumnus would collapse under its weight. Fortunately the Faun managed to bring it to the couch with no ado. Tumnus seated himself and flipped the pages of the book, "Argour… Argour," he mumbled and cried in triumph, "Here we are!" he said. Lucy scooted over to his side and both stuck their noses into the book. Tumnus began to read.

The Land of Argour.

Ledflien Jestri Fuela due Argour.

Lucy frowned, "That's a line from a poem Peter used to study with the Advisors!" she said. Tumnus nodded, "Ledflien," he said, "It is a poem in the Argouran language. Your brother needed to study it for security purposes if he met someone hailing from Argour," Tumnus thumbed the page, as if searching for something. Lucy furrowed her brow, "He said it's how he met Aravinia," she said. Tumnus sighed, "And security failed," he said sadly. Finally his finger stopped in a certain paragraph, "Lucy!" he nearly yelled, "Look here!"

Lucy stared down at the page. The more she read, the bigger her mouth opened, "Oh, Aslan!" she whispered.

Argourans are best known for their natural talent in sorcery. The Royal Families over time have been developing this chain for centuries. Because of them, sorcerers and sorceresses roam the land of Argour.

Argourans are usually sociable in nature, but they do tend to keep most things to themselves. One of which would be 'Ledflien', the great poem that no other country has had permission to translate. Argourans are born with a strong bond to keep the poem as one of their greatest treasures. And although they are sociable, and secretive like most creatures, very few have a tendency to misuse their talent of sorcery.

Lucy's hand flew to her mouth. Tumnus's eyes widened to an extent that they were as big as his tea saucers. The Faun flipped the pages, and both he and Lucy gasped in shock at what they saw. Right in the middle of the page was a picture of a necklace. The chain was gold and made out of beads. Each bead was of a different design. It would've be a devil to create by a simple goldsmith. But no matter how intricate and detailed the design was it wasn't the chain, which caught Lucy's eye, but the brilliant ruby, which glinted on the page. The jewel seemed to be flaring. Tumnus ran his finger on the page.

Fiera due Rublen

One of the most prized possessions of the Royal Family would be the 'Fiera due Rublen'. It was passed on from one generation to another, and is bewitched with the most baffling of spells, for the Fiera due Rublen fools one's eyes to see the victim of the Fiera's holder.

Lucy winced.

If the Fiera is used at the right moment, the user may capture one's soul and store it in the jewel. Everytime the Fiera is worn round the user's neck, all but the user himself will see the victim of the jewel.

Tumnus gulped and he read faster and faster that he nearly lost the sentence he was reading.

The spell of the Fiera due Rublen takes four days to develop completely. On the fourth day, the spell will take full effect and the user needn't wear the necklace any longer.

Lucy shuffled her feet.

The victim of the Fiera due Rublen…

Lucy shut her eyes, "No," she whispered, "No, please no!"

Tumnus turned the page with shaky hands, and then…

dies.

Lucy felt tears run down her cheeks, "Isn't there any way?" she asked desperately. Tumnus looked at her, "Now, now, Little Lucy, no spell has ever been created without a counter action!" he assured. Lucy watched as her friend flipped the pages, "Here we are," he said.

Conterras due Fiera due Rublen

Like all spells, Fiera due Rublen has a counter spell as well. Before the fourth day, the ruby must be destroyed completely. The creation, creator, and result of this curse are of no specific knowledge to any common Argouran. Only the Royal Family knows the cause and effect of this spell. How it came to be, is yet to be discovered.

Author's Note: There you have it! Another chapter finished, now, any questions? If any, they will be answered in my next update! Rest assured of that!