Location: Narnia, Golden Age
Nature
Nature is what Queen Lucy represented
Animals and plants is what she understood
Tumnus was her first, and favourite
Unlike all others, all a close second
Really, nothing and nobody understood the Valiant
Except the nature of Narnia!
Rivalry
"I'll get you all, I'll be the best!" Edmund jeered.
"Yeah, right" Peter retorted, and down went one of the Just's soldiers. "I believe I'm the Magnificent"
"You're both wrong!" Susan exclaimed, and another soldier fell "SUSAN!" Ed cried, "You just took one of my soldiers! We're on the same team!" Peter and Edmund started yelling at each other, and Susan stared at her (possibly) fatal mistake. Lucy walked over from her place beside Peter, and wandered over to talk to Mr. Tumnus. "They do know they're fighting over a chess game?" "Allow them to have their rivalry" The old faun stated wisely, and the two watched the simple Peter and Lucy vs Edmund and Susan chess game escalate in to a full blown, sibling rivalry, war
Siblings
Siblings argue, siblings fight
Not many siblings are close, tight
But ruling Narnia brings siblings together
Strong they stand, fight for each other
Not to be broken by foe, friend or lover
Peter and Lucy, Edmund and Susan
Broken they'd be if any of 'em lose 'em
Valiant, Just, Magnificent and Gentle
Lioness, Soldier, Peace Keeper and Petal
Even though, sometimes, they drive each other mental!
Angel
Peter ached all over. He distinctly heard muttering, and remembered.
It was hot, Peter was sweaty and covered in blood that was not his own. Tragedies of war he supposed. He looked up from finishing off one enemy when he heard the yell of his brother and felt pain, and then blacked out.
He listened into the conversation that was taking place beside his bedside. "He is lucky to be alive, if it wasn't for Queen Lucy's cordial…" one said, and Peter distinguished the voice of the head doctor at Cair Paravel. Then he heard two different sobs, his two sisters. "Oh Lucy, you saved him" said Susan, her voice breaking. Peter opened her eyes and looked at his sister, who looked like an angel sitting there, the sunset reflecting off her hair. His saving angel.
Grace
Edmund sat off to the side, watching the partygoers dance. Peter was chatting to some friend, Susan had found someone to dance with and Lucy was no-where to be found. Well, speak of the devil! Lucy popped up next to him, removing the bottle of alcoholic drink from his hands and looked at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Come dance with me Eddy? Peter and Susan are busy." He scowled, reaching for the drink she held out of reach. "Glad to see I'm a last resort" he sneered. "Besides, I can't dance, I have two left feet and no grace whatsoever!" Lucy sighed. "You know I don't care Eddy!" and she pulled him too his feet just as a new song starts up. She guided him through a waltz, and he stumbled and stepped on her toes. At the end of the dance, Lucy looked at him. "Eddy, I love you dearly, but I'm going to go have a dance with Peter. You have no grace and my toes feel bruised!"