Author's Note: Hey everyone!! I'm very very sorry for the delay. I'm having a hard time filling in the spaces between the exciting bits :P
Disclaimer: Ich besitze Narnia nicht. (I don't own Narnia in German :)
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I found myself sitting in a small room, with a large table in the center and chairs all around it. The walls were covered with pictures of men on horses, and of ships with full crews of men. At the back of the room was a rather large window showing the view of a beautiful lush green forest.
Where am I? I thought.
Vague memories began to fill my mind, memories I hadn't seen in a while. I was sitting on the ground, with a small doll in my hand. Where did this come from?? My mind was reeling in confusion. Suddenly, the door to my right opened. I jumped in shock. Entering the room, came a strawberry- blond woman, about 5"7. Her presence seemed very familiar to me… Abruptly, her eyes fell upon me, and her face broke out into a wide smile.
"Avie!" she exclaimed. I froze. No one had ever called me 'Avie', except…
"Mother!" I cried out, leaping into her outstretched arms. She laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around mer. I felt tears of joy leak onto the back of her deep green dress. She gently caressed my head.
"Shh shh, my little one, it's all right."
I pulled myself back to look at her face; the face I remembered so well. Her emerald green eyes pierced mine, and her tiny but full mouth was pursed with concern. Her light-coloured hair fell over her shoulders, and I could smell the delicious scent wafting from her hair- the scent of my mother. I hugged her tightly again.
After a few moments, she let go of me and stood up. "C'mon Avie," she said, "Let's go for a walk."
No! I remembered this day! I remembered clearly, knowing what was soon to occur… I couldn't let this happen!!
She began walking out the door. An extreme, unsettling panic swept over me.
"Momma, no, wait!" My voice was high, that of a child. It went unheard, as she continued to walk into the large forest surrounding our house.
Frustrated, and scared out of my wits, I ran after her, calling to her, wailing for her to return to the house. But no matter how loudly I pleaded, she didn't give any response. She just kept on walking.
I tried to catch up to her, although I ran my fastest she didn't seem to get any closer. I ran till I was blue in the face, and frustrated angry tears were running down my cheeks; that's when it happened.
A group of Telmarine soldiers came into view on the path. I halted in fear. No, no, no, no…
"Hey, you!" one shouted to my mother. She stopped dead in her tracks, and spun around to face them. I could see the whites of her eyes.
"Stop!" another called. Her legs were trembling with terror, and she began to back away. They advanced quickly.
"You are under arrest for marrying a Telmarine, you filthy Archenlander!"
My mothers face was defiant, despite her shaking.
"No!" she yelled. She turned to me, screaming, "Avie, get out of here!"
"No!" I cried, "I'm not leaving you!"
"Don't wait for me!" her eyes were half crazed with horror and worry,
"Go, now! While you still have the chance!"
I looked at her, soldiers getting closer and closer. Blinking tears out of my eyes, I watched her pleading face as she begged me to escape. Mind made up, I turned on my heels, and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. My body froze as I heard the unmistakable sound of a bow being strung. I whirled around to see a soldier, arrow at the ready, aiming for my mother as she sprinted toward me.
"Mother!" I shrieked. She kept running, but all in vain. The soldier let the arrow fly, and it pierced her back, the tip coming out of her stomach. She gasped in surprise and pain, then stopped. Breathing heavily, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she toppled to the ground…
Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream echoing all around me. It was a shriek that could have awakened the dead. I jumped up in surprise, my breathing ragged. I realized with the jerk, that itwas coming from me. I looked around me madly, and somewhat relaxed. I was in my cell, and it was dark. Moonlight seeped through the crack in the ceiling. The only sound I heard was my heart pounding in my ears. I attempted to calm my breathing, but to no avail. I felt my cheeks; they were damp. A new wave of tears came. Mother, mother, mother…
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How I missed her so. She was a peasant from Archenland, and met my father when he traveled there to hold council with Miraz. It was love at first sight. They had to have each other. So he took her back to Telmar, where they had lived together for 10 years. I was conceived within the year they were married. It was the rules of my people that you had to marry a person who had the same status as you. But my parents didn't care, they were too in love. They made up the lie that she was a princess from a country way south from here. It was that fateful day; I was about 6 years old, when the authorities found out. She was murdered mercilessly.
My father was enraged of course, and was disbanded from the council. Miraz took pity on him (Miraz was rather fond of my father) and let him back in, but his privileges were severely reduced. He took my father and I in with him to live in his castle. My father always thought he owed something to Miraz for his 'kindness', that's when I met Caspian. Sure he was handsome, and very polite, but he didn't seem my type. My dad told me he fancied me very much and would like us to be wed. Seeing as I didn't have a choice, I had agreed. We had been engaged for just 3 months when I had escaped.
I had made a deal with Caspian, that we would wait to make the "commitment" after we got married, which suited me just fine. I wasn't ready to love him, and fact was I didn't want to, not to a man I barely had feelings for. He told me he would very much like to, but he said he would wait on my expense.
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Fighting back tears, the loss of my mother hit me like a thousand galloping horses. I just couldn't get over her death, I missed her so much. I sat on the ground, hugging my knees and sobbing to myself.
Suddenly, a light appeared at the end of the corridor. Very faintly, but it began to grow brighter. I then heard voices.
"She's down here, right?"
"Yes, yes. Bloody hell, what's she up to?"
"Is she alright? What happened?"
Abruptly, many people and creatures filed into the dungeon. Among them, was a centaur, Queen Susan, King Peter and, bless him, Edmund. Despite my depression, my heart gave a little leap.
"What happened? Are you alright?" King Peter asked me, his loud clear voice filled with authority.
All eyes were on me. I cleared my cleared nervously.
"I had a nightmare," I said quietly, my voice shook. They gazed at me with understanding.
"Oh," said Peter, deep in thought, "We thought something had happened to you."
"No, it, just …, brought back memories," I said sadly.
"Ok then, we'll just be going now," said Susan. She eyed me with sympathy, with a hint of annoyance. I felt angry. How could she possibly see what I've been through? My gaze fell over to the High King. He inclined his head slightly in my direction, I responded in turn. Then, a shadow came forward behind the king, and seized my attention. My breath caught. Edmund.
We just stared at each other, no emotions registered on our faces. I couldn't seem to look away. My eyes flew over his perfect face greedily, his full lips, black hair, and beautiful brown eyes… His presence alone was enough to drown out all of my fears.
"Well, goodnight to you then," Peter said, rather awkwardly.
"Goodnight, your Highness." I'm not even sure anyone heard my pitifully small voice.
With my head hung down a bit, I listened as the sound of footsteps became fainter and fainter. I sighed heavily.
"Are you sure you're all right?" a voice asked softly.
I jumped. I'd thought everyone had gone! My head jerked upward instinctively, to see King Edmund standing quietly at the doorway. It took me a couple seconds to compose myself.
"Um… yes, thank you," I said rather flustered.
"You seemed rather distressed," he pressed, "I'd never heard someone scream like that before. It sounded like you were being tortured." In a way I was…
"I said I'm fine," I said, rather sharply, "Your Majesty," I added hastily after seeing the bewildered look on his face.
"Ok, then," he said rather slowly. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, your Majesty."
He began walking out of the dungeon, then stopped suddenly and turned around to face me.
"Oh and by the way. Try to avoid screaming bloody murder again. Some of us need our beauty sleep." He smirked; it made him look all the more handsome.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. "Uh… uh… ok," I said breathlessly, thrilled that he was being humorous with me. He smiled, and walked out of the tunnel.
I just stood there, trying to register what just happened. Then, with a huge stupid grin plastered on my face, I lay back down on the ground, and waited for sleep to take me.
Author's Note: Hahaha :) thnx everyone for your continued support. Sorry again if it wasn't very good. I'll try to update soon!!!