Hello Poppets!!
I am writing this on my old old OLD computer in my bedroom, which has miraculously decided to turn on!!
SHOCK HORROR much?
Hhhahha.
Obviously, not many of my readers of 'The Golden Age: Second Generation' seem to have realized that I have actually started the sequel, so I'm going to hazard a guess, that that is the reason for not so many reviews!
I can only hope as my story continues, the number of reviews will grow once more.
So massive thanks to those who reviewed my first chapter, especially Love-Pink 26, my first reviewer. ;)
Alrighty, now if you have any questions/ideas/characters you want in my story, just pop it in a review, or even a PM, and I'll get back to you straight away.
Same deal for this story, guys, I'll reply to EVERY review.
And if anyone has stories they want me to take a look at, I'll read and review for you too! Hahah, that rhymed sooo much.
Once again, it would mean a lot if you all took a look at the story I am writing with my awesome friend, Gabby (Queen Lani Kaultiz the Hyper) under the alterego of HILLBILLYHUNTER XD. The story is called 'EPIC'.
Alright, on with the chapter!!!
***********
"Your majesty?"
Peter turned around to look at the messenger wolf.
"Yes, Harlow?" the Magnificent King asked.
"Sire, we have received word of a Lone Islander ship, arriving in Cair Paravel this morning."
"Who's on board?" Peter asked.
"From what I can gather, sire, visitors." The wolf replied.
"Are they in need of a royal reception?"
"The griffin squadron sent the message that the flags are flying."
"Only people who are important fly the flags as they come into port." Susan pointed out.
"Very well," Edmund sighed, signing another piece of parchment, before passing it to Caspian,"It's mine and Peter's turn to greet dignitaries."
Peter nodded, and turned back to the wolf.
"Make sure a message is sent upon their arrival." He said, and the wolf sped off with a nod.
"Darling, if it is someone we all should greet, send for the children when you arrive back at the castle, and we can make sure chambers are prepared." Aamee said, brusing Edmunds ar gently with her fingers.
"I don't really think you can use the term 'children', for the younger members of the family anymore love," Ed pointed out, grinning. "Seeing as the oldest is actually getting married."
"Ooh, I simply can not wait for the wedding!" Lucy cried. "And not too long after that, you'll be a grandfather, Caspian!"
Caspian chuckled.
"Just think Peter," Susan smirked, "Soon Belle will have grandchildren. But she'll need a husband first…"
Peter choked on his drink, and turned an odd shade of purple before Caspian thumped him on the back.
"First she'll have to choose between Norious and…was it Luke?" Aamee pointed out, and Peter scowled.
"I do wonder who'll she'll choose," Susan sighed, thinking of her niece.
"Is my love life the topic of the whole of Narnia?" a teenage girls voice boomed, as Belle strode into the room.
The olds all chuckled, with the exception of Peter who growled.
"Calm down Daddy," Belle giggled.
"Did you need something, Belle?" Caspian asked his neice.
"Just to ask when we can throw a ball, I'm bored."
"And, you want a reason to be able to sneak off with Norious…" Edmund snickered, earning himself a glare from Peter and Belle.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Belle and Peter said at exactly the same time, the looks on their faces identical.
Belle rolled her eyes and flounced from the room.
"Oh, Gregor, do you remember the first time we snuck out into the gardens…?" Lucy asked her blushing husband. "I was barely fifteen, and-"
"-And I don't really think Peter wants to hear this…" Gregor hissed, glancing at Peter's stormy face.
"Well, Pete, personally I think you need to realize that the kids aren't kids anymore," Ed said as he and the Magnificent King strolled down to the docks.
"I wish they were!" Peter cried, " As soon as Belle turned fourteen she's had a million betrothal offers…"
"Yeah, I know." Edmund said, "And to every single one you've acted like they never arrived…"
"Well, she's too young to get married!" Peter said, shaking his head.
"And all the bits and pieces that go with it," chuckled Edmund, making Peters face go red.
"I'll kill any man that tries."
"Oh, we know.."
The two kings continued their talk as they approached the ship that had just landed on the end of the dock. A plank was being slid out, and a young woman stepped off, followed by a man, who helped a pregnant woman off slowly behind him. They were obviously the visitors, and Peter and Edmund hurried along the dock towards them.
When they reached the small group, the newcomers bowed, and Peter took a moment to study them.
The young man had sandy blonde hair, and was very tanned, as was a normal Islander. The pregnant woman had light brown hair, which she had tied in a long plait. She too was extremely tanned, with a light smattering of freckles across her face.
Peter looked at the young woman. She was probably around Belle's age, maybe a little younger. She was very short, but her body had obviously recently developed curves. Her hair flowed halfway down her back, a sandy blonde colour, that had obviously grown lighter as she spent more time in the sun on the Islands.
Edmund was staring in pity at the heavily pregnant woman, who was struggling to curtsie.
"Please," he said, hurrying forward to brace her arms, "Please…stop…you'll strain yourself." The woman smiled at him.
"Thank you, your Majesty." She said.
"I am King Peter," Peter said, gesturing to himself. "And this is my brother, King Edmund."
Peter heard the teenage girl suck in a breath as she looked at King Edmund. He looked at her confusedly.
"Something the matter?" he asked kindly.
She shook her head quickly. "No, your majesty, I…"
Peter smiled and patted her arm.
"Pray tell, what is your business in Narnia?" Edmund asked kindly.
The young man stood a little straighter.
"We came to see the wonderful land, and congratulate you on your victory against the Orisitians, your majesties." He said.
"Thank you, friends." Edmund said with a grin. "What are your names?"
"I am Rowan, this is my wife Henna, and my sister, Serafina." The two women nodded.
"We hail from the Lone Islands, from Terabinthia. My father is a faithful advisor to the Governor."
"Pleasure to meet you all." Peter said happily, and with a nod from Ed, he looked at them all.
"It would be our pleasure to offer you lodging in the castle, for as Long as you wish to stay. I daresay your child doesn't have long before it will join us?" Peter smiled.
"I am at six months, your Majesty."
"Well then I assure you your stay will be extra comfortable." Edmund laughed, and Henna smiled at the Just King.
"Shall we depart?" Peter asked. "You must be awfully hungry."
Henna nodded eagerly and they all chuckled as they made their way up the path, Peter and Edmund helping Henna up the steep hill, while Sera trailed along behind.
Lorian and Trisca strolled into the castle, laughing at nothing in particular, hands intwined. They made their way along the corridor, but turned when they heard a shout.
"Lor!" Peter called, and Sera's head snapped up. She tried to make herself disappear as the group approached Lorian and Trisca.
When the couple reached the group, Lorian and Trisca's eyes widened in surprise as they took in Rowan, and Henna's swollen form.
"Lorian and Trisca, I'd like you to meet-" Peter began.
"ROWAN!" The couple screamed, and launched themselves at their friend, hugging him tightly.
"Lorian, Trisca, my friends!" he smiled.
Ed frowned. "Er…how…exactly..?"
"We met them on the Voyage." Lorian explained. "Rowan and…" Lorian stopped as he remembered Serafina. And Braithe. And the letterbox…
Trisca craned her neck slowly to look at the tiny figure hidden behind Peter.
"Sera?" she whispered, and she looked up.
Sera had aged, hardened. Her childlike body had become nice and curvy, with a fantastic figure. Her short hair had grown, halfway down her back, and her speckled green, blue and brown eyes shined with tears.
But on closer inspection, Trisca noticed they were tears of anger.
"Sera, we need to…er.." Trisca said, and tugged at her arm. Sera tried to pull away, but Trisca gripped her.
"Lets go." She said, and pulled Sera away along the corridor, Lorian at her heels.
The others watched in confusion.
"Now, about that food…" Henna laughed, lightening the mood, as she patted her huge stomach, "I am eating for two…"
Trisca pulled Sera into the tiny tea chamber where all the teenagers liked to talk. It was thankfully empty at the moment, though, and Trisca pushed Sera into a chair before turning to Lorian.
"Go get everyone." She said. "Don't come back until you have them all."
Lorian nodded and left the room, and Trisca kneeled in front of Sera.
"What is it, Sera?" she asked. "Why are you like this?"
"I suppose," Sera hissed, "That's what happens to a person when they wait for six months for letters that never come."
"What?" Trisca whispered.
"Did you use the box?" Sera asked.
"The letter box?" Trisca asked. "Of course. Everyone wrote to their parents."
"Where is it now? Did you lose it, did it fall into the sea?" Sera asked, her face shadowed.
"No, I think Braithe has it…he's been using it to contact you, hasn't he?" Trisca asked.
"Obviously Braithe hasn't been telling you the truth." Sera hissed.
"He never wrote?" Trisca whispered in disbelief.
"No one did."
"Oh, Sera, I'm so sorry," Trisca sobbed, tears running down her face.
"I thought you were my friends!" Sera cried, before burying her face in her hands.
"We are, Sera, we are. We never wrote because we all assumed Braithe wanted to write to you, him only…"
"Really? Not because you hate me?" Sera said in a tiny voice.
"We could never hate you, Sera," Trisca smiled, and pulled her into a hug. Sera smiled weakly and rubbed at her face, trying to clean herself up.
The door creaked open, and Lorians head poked in.
"I couldn't find Braithe." He said, and they heard Belle's voice.
"Seriously, Lorian, whats the big secret?" they saw Belle push past Lorian. "Just let me-oh!"
Belle stood still for a second, taking in the grown up image of Sera.
"Sera!!" she cried, and ran forward, hugging her friend tightly.
"What'd she just say?" Zaro said, and pushed past Lorian.
"Sera!"
Soon all the teenagers were in the room, hugging their friend, chatting away, aplogising for not writing. But all Sera could think about was that someone was missing, and it was the most important person of all.
There we gooo!
Hoped you liked it!
And it should be interesting to see Sera's reaction to Braithe, and his to her.
She's er..grown up…a lot.
And it might take a little while for her to get herself back in her bubbly nature.
And remember, Amelia likes Braithe too…
DUM DUM DUM.
Please review :)
I missed you guys. XD