Hi there, I hope you liked the last chapter – Alena and Edmund finally got together! That has to be one of my favourite chapters so far.

Right now, I won't be updating for a while, as I have caught up with myself in my notebook, and I need to plan it all out, sorry.

Nevertheless, I have a good idea for the storyline as well.

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Anyway, how's this for unfairness – I forgot my maths homework, so I handed it in the next day, all finished and to the best standard, yet my maths teacher puts me on Behavioural Concern because of it? It was ONE day, not a week, and I got all the answers right and an A* with it! There are some people in my group who haven't handed one piece of homework in, yet the same teacher has not put them on Behavioural Concern!

Moreover, my Dad gave me the extra large Narnia film poster, for 'The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader' from 'The Times' paper, so it's now in my bedroom.

I saw Harry Potter on the 19th – and it was amazing! There was one part (I'm not saying which part) where everyone in the cinema jumped back and quite a few people screamed in fright, and another part (still not saying anything) where I cried, and I mean full on sobbing and mascara down my cheeks!

Thinking about it now, it was funny, but not at the time. In addition, the man who served us our drinks and sweets liked our costumes, and waved to us as we walked out of the cinema.

I do not own Narnia or any of the characters that belong to the story – they belong to C.S Lewis and no financial profit is made from this story.

Here's Chapter 9 of the beloved transcript 'The Call'.

Enjoy,

Alexandra the Dreamer

"...My brother, King Edmund the just, and our dear friend, Lady Alena of Alcester, are courting one another," Peter spoke, a smile on his face all the time.

The hall erupted into applause, along with a few women of the court bursting into tears, at the thought of their favourite King was taken, by me.

"Before you congratulate the happy couple, I believe we are all hungry enough, so without further ado, our breakfast is served," Peter motioned for the food to be served to the celebrating court.

A platter with French toast and a range of different foods was placed in front of me.

I speared a piece of apple onto my fork and placed it in my mouth. I felt the sweetness run down my throat as I swallowed, before getting another slice off my plate.

All the while, Edmund still held my hand, meaning it was partially harder to eat, but I could cope with it. I picked up my goblet, half filled with the red liquid that was spiced wine, and took a few, small sips. I was still getting used to the taste of it, so I never had a full goblet.

After half an hour of steady eating and chatter, most Narnians were done with their food and were waiting patiently for the plates to be cleared away.

Another, lower horn sounded, and the Narnians who brought the food in cleared away the tables. They were finished in less than five minutes, which was amazing, considering the size of the hall.

Almost as soon as the last Narnian left the hall with an empty plate, a fair amount of the Narnians of the court swarmed up to the front table, where Edmund and I sat. I realised, when Edmund pulled me to my feet and led me around the table to greet the crowd, that they were here to offer their congratulations to us.

"Congratulations," a male Faun said.

"Thank you, Teagan," Edmund shook hands with him.

"And to you, my Lady."

"Thanks," I replied, curtseying in return to his bow.

A tall Centaur and a female Centaur, I presumed she was his wife or mate, were next.

"My name is Nevin, and this is my fair wife, Teya," the male said.

"We give you our highest wishes that you have found happiness within each other, as I have with Nevin," Teya smiled.

Edmund and I spent a fair amount of time, thanking the Narnians for their best wishes to us. By the end of it all, breakfast was over two hours long; for Edmund and me, the other four monarchs had wandered off part way through the wishing, and the rest of the court were doing what they usually do at this time of day.

Edmund and I walked out of the Great Hall, hand in hand, as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"That was embarrassing," I said.

"Yes, but it was better than when Caspian and Susan announced their courtship; the court went crazy," Edmund noted.

I giggled slightly, thinking of the reaction the court gave. Edmund led me outside to the gardens, where we sat down on a stone bench.

"I really don't feel like training today," I admitted, after a few peaceful minutes of watching the trees move with the wind.

"Neither do I," he replied. "I just want to show you all of Narnia, and how magnificent she is in summer."

I smiled at him, and leaned into his chest, closing my eyes when he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head against his chest, content with just being there.

"There you are, Alena!" Peter's loud comment broke the silence.

I looked up, just as Peter and Caspian walked into the gardens, wearing their training armour.

"Do I have to?" I complained when they stood in front of me.

"Stop sounding like a brat," Edmund joked, earning a light smack on his shoulder, courtesy of me.

"Yes," Caspian answered my question. "Now get down to the training field."

I shook my head, feeling stubbornness and defiance running through my veins.

"I'll get Torin," he threatened.

I was on my feet in a split second.

"I'm going," I said, heading off south.

"Wrong way."

I turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction. The three Kings were all roaring with laughter as they followed me to the training field.

"Ah, you have arrived. Come child, let us get your armour on, you'll need it," the female Centaur, Aria, told me as soon as I took one-step onto the field.

The field was a large area, used by all Narnians for training in. it had a couple of medical tents, tents for different Narnians to change in and out of their armour, dummies used in practise, archery targets and other ways of training.

In other words, hell.

Aria led me to one of the tents, where she then helped me put some armour on. A while before breakfast, she had gotten my measurements off Madame Stoneledge and found some armour that would fit me. Due to the fact that it was dwarf forged, and the fact that it was Narnia, the armour fit me perfectly.

I was wearing a chainmail tunic over a red dress, with a brown leather corset over the chainmail to keep it on place. I had a belt around my waist for my sword, some brown leather boots on and my hair had been pulled back into a braid to keep it out of my face whilst I was training.

The sword I used was one of the many spares used for training. Peter had promised me that if I was to keep on training and improving, I was to be given a sword of my own. He said it so proudly, when he spoke about his own sword, that I pulled a face at his back when he walked away.

That King was starting to get on my nerves with his arrogance and confidence. However, most of the women of the court liked him well enough that I only glared at him when we were on our own. One unfortunate learning curve was when I sent Peter the evils whilst he was training. One Lady spotted me, and that Lady now likes to trip me up in the corridors when I walk past her. Luckily, for me, she doesn't do it that often, as I usually walk with Edmund, so she daren't do it in front of the King.

Once my fitting had finished, I walked back out of the tent and onto the field, trying to spot Edmund, Caspian or Peter. I saw them with a large Centaur called Torin.

Torin was a tanned Centaur, with great blue eyes. He was wise in the stars and in wielding a blade, so he took it upon himself to teach me how to fight.

I liked him well enough, but his training had even Peter tired after, so how do you think I felt after it? I felt like dropping dead on the field. However, the girl assigned to be my maid always had a bath run for me when my training was finished. She was called Amorea, and she was lovely.

"Ah, Alena," Torin called when he saw me walking to the four of them.

"Hello Torin," I smiled.

"Are you ready for training?"

"Sadly, yes," I replied, earning some laughter.

"Good, then, we shall begin."

Half an hour later, my arms were ready to drop off. Luckily, I wasn't sweating, as the sun was behind the clouds and a crisp breeze filled the air.

"Come on Alena, if you were in battle, I'd have killed you at least six times now," Torin scolded me.

"You know, I don't plan on going into battle, I don't really like all the gore you get," I replied.

"Seventh time, Alena, even Aslan wouldn't be able to save you now."

Because my arms were so tired, the hilt slipped in my grasp, and the sword slashed Torin's left flank. A large gash appeared and blood started to swell up in the wound, before spilling onto Torin's glossy coat.

"Ouch, I'll get Hilda to sort that out," he said, completely unfazed by the wound.

I, however, was feeling queasy from looking at it.

"My Lady?" Torin noticed my pale face.

I sword fell from my hands and I felt myself begin to sway.

"Your majesties!" Torin called.

Just as the three Kings, and a group of training Narnians, began to run over, my knees buckled. The chainmail made a metallic sound as I hit the grass with a thud,

"Alena!" I familiar, husky voice called out, but my mind was spinning too much for me to concentrate on anything.

Everything went black went people started shouting from around me.

"Alena, can you hear me?"

"You've said that five times."

"Peter, stop it, he's just worried about her."

I felt a hand press against my forehead. I groaned and my eyelids fluttered slightly as I swam back to consciousness.

"Alena?"

"What?" I replied, incoherently.

"Can you open your eyes again?" a voice asked me, female, this time.

It took me a few tries, but I opened my eyes and squinted at the light. Once my eyes adjusted, I could see the five Kings and Queens, as well as a crowd of Narnians in their training gear, huddled around me as I lay on the grass.

"What happened?" I asked them.

"You fainted," Edmund replied in a strained tone, from where he was kneeling beside me.

"Huh," I replied. "I guess I don't like blood then."

Peter let out a small laugh, as did the others. Edmund helped me to my feet, but kept his arm around my waist to make sure I didn't fall again.

"How're you feeling? Do you need to use my cordial?" Lucy threw the questioned at me.

"I'm fine, Lu, just slightly dizzy," I replied.

"Calm down Lucy, she won't need your cordial," Peter gently told her, hugging her shoulders.

"Edmund, I think you should take Alena somewhere else; I'm sure she's seen enough blood to last a while," Susan informed.

I thanked Susan, as Edmund and I walked past her.

The crowd of Narnians parted and allowed us to make our way away from the training field.

"That's great, isn't it?" I said. "I started training, and then find out, after I've seen a wound close up, that I faint at blood."

"Yes, but I'm sure you'll get over it soon," Edmund replied stiffly.

I stopped walking and turned to face him.

"Edmund, what happened back there, that was nothing," I told him, taking his face in my hands.

"You're right, next time, it'll be you with the wound," he said, brushing my hands away. "I could've done something, something to help you, something to stop it all from happening."

"Edmund," he ignored me. "Edmund, listen to me. Even I wasn't prepared for it, but I know, not to over train myself next time, and to keep everyone else away from the end of my sword."

Ever so slowly, the corners of Edmund's mouth pulled up in a smile.

"See, it's not that bad, anyway, I think I deserve a long bath when we get back to the castle," I said, tugging Edmund so we began to walk again.

We started to walk to the grassy hill, keeping in close contact with one another. When I tripped on the hem of my dress, Edmund wasn't prepared for it, and we both fell face first onto the grass. I lifted my head up, spitting out the soil and leaves that were shoved into my mouth as I landed.

"Is it just me, or do you always trip over when you walk?" Edmund asked me, grinning as he propped himself up on his elbow.

I sent him a withering look.

"Let's not make you big headed – oops, too late, but it's the thought that counts," I replied.

He pretended to glare, before launching himself at me. I squeaked and rolled away from him. I clambered to my feet and began to jog off. He jumped to his feet and began to chase me. I lifted up the front of my dress, allowing me to run faster. I ran up the grassy hill, with Edmund hot on my heels. As I reached the top, where a single apple tree stood, covered in pink blossom, Edmund caught up with me and grabbed me by my waist. I shrieked with laughter, as he spun me around. When he stopped, we stood watching Susan and Lucy start to walk back to the castle with a few other Narnians, and Peter and Caspian who had decided to spar with one another. Edmund tightened his grip on my waist, and we sat down, leaning against the tree.

"What was that about a big head?" Edmund asked me.

"Just that you have one," I replied, giving him a peck on his cheek.

"Oh really?" he smiled, tickling my sides.

"No...Edmund...Please...Stop!" I shrieked breathlessly as I tried to escape his merciless grasp. I was, however, unsuccessful, and ended up on my back with Edmund leaning over me. My giggles subsided as Edmund brushed a lock of my flyaway hair away from my face. He kept his hand on my cheek as his brown eyes scrutinised my face. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, closing his eyes as he did so. I closed mine and wrapped my arms around him, one around his neck, the other around his waist, keeping his lips on mine. He used his free hand to support himself, so he didn't put his full weight on me. The hand on my face, he used to tilt my head to the side, to deepen the kiss. I parted my lips slightly, breathing in his wonderful scent.

We parted after a few minutes, pressing our foreheads together. Once we had caught our breath, we opened our eyes and looked at each other. Using my full body, I pressed into him and made him roll over, until he was on his back, and I had my head resting on his left arm. We both looked up at the sky through the branches swelling with blossom and lay in peaceful silence.

"Have you ever dated anyone?" I asked him.

"Dated?"

"Sorry, twenty-first century word, I mean...courted."

"All the ladies in the court are either like Lady Cecilia, or obsessing over my brother. Although, there is this one Lady..."

"Who?" I shot at him.

"Lady Jane and she is, I admit, very beautiful."

My eyes widened, as I thought about his words, worrying whether I was just courting Edmund for the sake of his people, so they would feel secure that the monarchs would carry on the bloodline.

Another cliffhanger, that last sentence isn't actually in my notebook; I just made it up as I was writing, and I like it!

Thank you for reading, and I am sorry about the amount of time it has taken me to update. As I said earlier, I've had to try to plan out the story more in my notebook, which I have done a bit.

I've been able to do it this weekend, as I have Friday and Monday off school! Two four-day weeks and one four-day weekend – utter brilliance.

More importantly – my village and county was covered in snow when I woke up this morning! Amazing, and it's only November.

I've been listening to Take That's new single, and love it. Even though I was never keen on Robbie rejoining them, I have to admit, they have some damn good songs on their new album, so I can't wait to get it for Christmas.

Anyway, you all should be happy with this chapter – it's 3122 words long.

I thank you all for following me and reading this story as I go along with it.

Thanks for some ideas for the story, I'm noting them all down and planning on using them. Don't worry, I'll put in the disclaimer that it is your idea, so I won't steal it.

I hope you have fun with whatever you're doing, and look forwards to updating soon.

With much love and many thanks,

Alexandra the Dreamer.

(Only 12 Days until The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader comes out in the U.K – I'm going to see it in 3D with my family. It's our tradition, as we all love to books.)