Hello! Here's the next chapter. I was just joking about the falling for Rovin in the future. We'll just be friends. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy!
Author's note: About Rovin, I actually wanted a David and Jonathan friendship thing going on with Caspian and Rovin. Read David's story if you don't know what I mean.
Disclaimer: I don't the world of Narnia or any of its characters. They belong to dear C.S. Lewis. I only own Faith and Rovin. Repost again.
I woke up to hearing Trufflehunter cooking in his small kitchen. It's morning already? It didn't seem that long. Then I recalled what happened la night, instantly wondering how Timmy was doing. After I slowly sat up, rubbed my eyes, and blinked, I turned to Timmy who was still unconscious. After I had gotten up, I stretched and yawned from a good night's sleep. Walking to Timmy, I noticed that Nikabrik who didn't seem to notice me was at the tiny table picking at stale bread.
If I weren't me, I would be going all over you, man. You're so hot! I mentally said to Timmy.
But when I was about to check his bandage, his head suddenly shifted. I yelped but quickly covered my mouth. Being a cowardly girl, I quickly crawled back to the mat and pretended to be asleep to see what he would do. After Timmy shifted for a second or two, I heard him groan and stop moving. He did nothing for a moment, but then to my horror he sat up looking around with fear and confusion. I shut my eyes tight hoping he didn't see me awake. Please don't come here. Please don't come here. Please don't come here.
I waited for a second then tried a peek. Timmy was already crouching near the entrance of the main room listening to Nikabrik and Trufflehunter talking. I noticed that he had taken off his bandage, and his forehead showed no marks or bruises. Well, that's weird.
"This bread is so stale," I heard Nikabrik complain.
"I'll just get him some soup then. He should be coming around soon," said Trufflehunter.
"Well, I don't think I hit him hard enough."
"Nikabrik, he's just a boy." I thought you guys had it settled already.
"He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy! You said you were going to get rid of him!" Timmy tried a glance.
"No, I said I'd take care of him." The Telmarine turned away and became tense with terror on his face. I didn't blame him for being shocked.
"We can't kill him now. We just bandaged his head," said the badger.
Timmy tried another look. At this point, I was slowly sitting up enough for Timmy not to notice.
"It would be like murdering a guest!"
"Oh, and how do you think his friends are treating their 'guest'?" reasoned Nikabrik.
"Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It's not the boy's fault."
Having heard enough and seeing the chance, Timmy made a bolt for the door. As I jumped out of the mat and grabbed for my dagger, I heard something being knocked down and Nikabrik drawing his sword. After I had dashed to the entrance of the bedroom, I saw Nikabrik throwing blows at Timmy's weapon – a fire poker. In all this, Trufflehunter at the side was trying to stop the melee.
"What a welcoming party," I muttered as I drew my weapon just in case.
The fighting ceased for a minute, and panting Timmy was pointing the poker at Nikabrik, and Nikabrik was pointing his sword at Timmy.
I held the dagger against the back of Timmy's neck and ordered in a dark voice, "Don't move a muscle, buddy. Your life depends on it." I tried to say the line with evilness just like that Mitch guy in National Treasure 2 except with a knife.
"I thought you were going to help me," said Trufflehunter, surprised at my reaction.
"I am helping you," I responded in normal voice, "I'm making sure he doesn't do anything stupid or rash. Isn't that right, Nick?" This time, Nikabrik didn't seem to mind.
"I told you we should've killed him while we had the chance, Trufflehunter," seethed the black dwarf glaring at the terrified Telmarine who daren't move a muscle.
"You know why we can't!" argued Trufflehunter.
"If we're taking a vote, I'm with him," Timmy panted, gesturing to Trufflehunter. He speaks!
I noticed again that he had that same thick Spanish accent as the soldiers from last night. "I'm with Trufflehunter," I stated with a raised hand (not with the knife.)
"Then let him go," said Trufflehunter.
"Not yet."
"What?"
"We can't let him go! He's seen us!" shouted Nikabrik, again attacking his opponent forcing Timmy to sit on the step behind him and forcing me to step back to avoid cutting Timmy's neck. And I wished I hadn't stepped back because I dashed the back of my head against the door frame again but stopped myself in time from tumbling on top of the Telmarine.
"Enough, Nikabrik!" yelled Trufflehunter, finally stopping Nikabrik's madness, "Or do I have to sit on your head again?"
Nikabrik gave a disgusted look. Serves you right, Mr. grumpy pants. Finally he learns too.
I withdrew the dagger from Timmy's neck and returned it to its sheath.
"And you," Trufflehunter reproached, turning to Timmy, "look what you made me do. I spent half a morning on that soup." Trufflehunter remembered me. "Good morning, Faith," he said as picked up the tray and bowl on the floor with a small amount of that disgusting soup spread all over.
"'Morning, Trufflehunter, Nikabrik," I returned with a yawn and a smile, plopping down right beside Timmy as if nothing happened. "It's amazing you can make everything seem normal, Trufflehunter." I suddenly became dizzy. "Okay, nevermind. I got a headache."
"Huh, you finally say my name right," grumbled Nikabrik, keeping his sword point at Timmy.
Timmy just stared at me. Awkward.
"What? Never seen a girl before?"But after just one look at the guy's face, I looked away and bit my tongue, wanting to scream. This guy was so…so…handsome...haw-
"Are you okay, child?" asked Trufflehunter noticing my face.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I said hastily.
"I thought you said you'd feel better if you had human company," said Nikabrik dryly.
"Not all human company, Nikabrik," I admitted, "Not that I have anything against you," I said to Timmy. I just stand your cuteness, man!
Timmy looked back at Nikabrik who was smirking and then to Trufflehunter."Wh-what are you?" he asked confused. I tried to suppress a laugh, and the badger chuckled.
"It's funny, that you would ask that," he said as he bumbled to the kitchen, "You'd think more people would know a badger when they saw one."
"Obviously," I smirked.
"No, I mean…" the young man hastily answered. "...you're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct."
"Oh, sorry to disappoint you," Nikabrik exaggerated, shaking his head as he walked to his seat. When he sat down, he laid his sword on the table.
"Be nice, Nikabrik," I scolded, 'He's just a guest."
"He's a Telmarine not our guest. And would you just shut up?"
"Did you just tell me to 'shut up'? Well why don't you shut up, Nick?"
"You shut up!"
Trufflehunter moaned from the kitchen and replied, "It's morning already, and you both decide to fight."
"He started it," I blamed, pointing my finger at Nikabrik.
"No. She started it," Nikabrik pointed a finger back at me.
"Nuh-uh. You yelled first, Nikabrik."
"You-"
"Oh stop it. Both of you," warned the badger, "or I'll sit on both of your heads."
Both Nikabrik and I shut up. Thank you, Trufflehunter.
"Are you a Narnian?" Timmy turned to me.
I glanced at Timmy and sadly shook my head. "No, I come from another place. Out of this world, I guess." I paused. "And put that poker down, man. No one's gonna bite ya."
"Then… how do you know these Narnians?" he asked curiously as he lowered the fire poker.
"I met them three days ago actually. Ask me later." Silence. "By the way, I'm Faith," I introduced myself, extending a hand to Timmy. Timmy just stared at the hand with confusion. Oh, right. I forgot. I'm in Narnia. He doesn't know what a handshake is. "Sorry," I apologized, withdrawing my hand, "It's something we um… do I say Earthlings or humans or what? It's something we do in my world when we meet someone."
Timmy nodded as if he understood. "Well then. It's a pleasure to meet you, Faith," he acknowledged with a small smile. A cute smile. Oh, man.
I couldn't stop looking at this guy's face. He was so cute. But I shook my head and stopped gawking at him. Wake up, Faith. Don't be a Mary Sue. Don't be a Mary Sue. Okay? Am I being a Mary Sue?
"You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot," I was chanting to myself.
"Excuse me?" said the Telmarine and the black dwarf said, "What?" Whoopsy daisy.
"Not you. I…Never mind that. I'm just random," I rationalized, realizing they had heard. Silence again. "Oh…" I cleared my throat, "this is Trufflehunter," I gestured to the badger who was coming with a bowl of soup on a tray, "And that black, ahem…dwarf is Nikabrik," I wanted to say 'that black, grumpy dwarf', but I bit my tongue, not wanting to start another rousing.
"Here we go," said Trufflehunter as he set the tray on the table, "Still hot."
Nikabrik rolled his eyes. "Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?"
"Nikabrik," I growled. "Would you just…"
"I'm not a soldier!" protested Timmy, standing to his feet, offended by the comment. We all turned our attention to him.
I'm Prince Caspian…the Tenth," he stated in a sort of majestic way. There was a moment of silence.
Nikabrik was the first one to ask. "What are you doing here?"
Timmy, I mean, Caspian's eyes drooped to the ground. "Running away."
Nikabrik, Trufflehunter, and I looked at one another. As Caspian walked to the fireplace to put away the poker, he went on.
"My uncle has always wanted my throne." He stared into the fire. "I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own." I felt sorry for him. That explains the "His Highness".
"Oh," said Trufflehunter turning to Nikabrik, "that changes things."
"Yeah," said Nikabrik turning to Caspian, "That means we don't have to kill you ourselves."
"You're right," agreed Caspian. Seeing his belongings near the main entrance, he immediately went to get them.
"Now look what you've done, Nikabrik," I scolded to which the dwarf ignored.
"Where are you going?" asked Trufflehunter, looking worried…again.
"My uncle will not stop until I'm dead," the prince answered as he hurriedly pulled his vest on.
"Oh, now he has a real reason to leave," I piped in.
"But you can't leave," the old badger implored, "You're meant to save us." That made Caspian stop and glance at Trufflehunter. "Don't you know, what this is?" asked a surprised badger as he held Queen Susan's horn.
Caspian stared hard at the horn in Trufflehunter's paws wondering. Everybody else was silent for a minute, waiting for an answer.
"So you don't know?" inquired Trufflehunter.
"Well I know what it is, but I failed to recognize it," answered Caspian.
"Hmm. Why don't you sit down?" suggested Trufflehunter. "Tell me what you know."
"Look, I would like to stay and tell more, but I really have to go." It seemed as if Caspian was only intent to run away.
An idea suddenly popped in my head. "Speaking of leaving, may I go with you, Caspian?"
"I-"
"I'll help you along the way. In your service, …my liege." I did my best of curtseying. And awkward curtsey it was. "Pretty please?"
"Well-"
"I pledge my allegiance to you, Prince Caspian, I'll stay by your side, and that's a promise. You can trust me. Cross my heart. Hope to die. Stick a million needles in my eye."
"That's rather a strange oath," Trufflehunter said strangely.
"Let her go with you, Prince Caspian," interrupted Nikabrik , "She's been a nuisance to us anyway."
"Nikabrik."
Now I was on my knees begging in front of Caspian. "I won't be a nuisance to you. I won't be a burden. That's another promise," I vowed while attempting to give him a puppy face.
Caspian sighed. "Alright, you can come with me."
Yeeesss! I squealed but cupped my mouth, recalling where I was. "Sorry." I gave Caspian an apologetic smile. "But thank you." I dashed into the bedroom to get my belt dagger and side bag.
"Finally!" murmured Nikabrik. "She's out of here."
"Wait," responded Trufflehunter, "why don't you two have some breakfast before you leave?"
"What?" I dismayed. I was already back in the main room eager to get going.
"You'll need to get some strength before you go, Faith," reminded Trufflehunter, "Remember? You still go through those…"
"I'm done with 'em. Didn't you notice?" I cut him off.
"Go through what?" questioned Caspian.
"Dizzy spells," I tried to brush off the subject.
"What?"
"Headaches and black-outs," I emphasized.
"Soup is for breakfast," announced Trufflehunter.
I groaned silently. "You're not gonna like this soup at all," I muttered to Caspian.
"What did you say, Faith?" inquired the badger.
"Oh I just told him how much he was gonna love your soup," I lied as Caspian and I sat down on the step, waiting for Trufflehunter's soup. Trufflehunter gave a raised eyebrow, and I saw Caspian hiding a smile.
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After we were all outside, Trufflehunter gave Caspian Queen Susan's horn back. "Just in case," he reminded us. "Why don't you two wait here instead? The kings and queens are probably on their way already."
"Nice try, Trufflehunter," I said. "But David is on the run right now." I meant Caspian.
"Sorry, but I really have to go," apologized Caspian.
"Both of you take care," warned the badger. "And watch out for the others."
"We will, Trufflehunter," I said behind gritted teeth, "Come on, Caspian, let's go." I was really eager to leave.
"Thank you, Narnians," said Caspian as we started to head our way. Finally. We are going.
As Caspian and I walked away, Trufflehunter called out, "Both of you take care, you hear me?"
I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Yes we heard you, Trufflehunter, 'cause you told us a minute ago," I murmured.
Caspian chuckled. "Is he like that?"
"Pretty much." I let a huge, long sigh. "Hallelujah! Finally we are out of here."
"What's…halleluya?"
"It's a praise word in my world," I answered, "There's even a song called the Hallelujah Chorus. Do you want-Oh never mind. You wouldn't want to hear it anyway. Singing solo would make it sound terrible." Could you imagine me doing that?
We didn't say anything for ten minutes as we walked through the forest. Though I followed Caspian, I was still uncertain of what I was supposed to do. When I find Robyn, what are we supposed to do? Be the audience? Be sitting ducks? What? What, Aslan? What are we supposed to do here?
"Why did you call me David earlier?" asked Caspian, interrupting my thoughts.
I jumped. "Huh?"
"Why did you call me David?" he asked a little more slowly.
"'Cause you're similar to a guy named David."
"Who's David?"
"Ah…Well, story telling is not my thing. Anywho, I'll tell you: A future king named David had to run away for his life too. Not from a relative exactly (that's another story), but from his friend's father, King Saul. Though Jonathan (that's David's friend, Caspian) was next in line for the throne, he knew that he wasn't to be king because Go…Aslan didn't choose him to be the next king. Go- I mean, Aslan's prophet, Samuel, anointed a shepherd named David to be the next king after Saul for Saul didn't obey Aslan's laws for him."
"Really?" Caspian wondered.
"That's only part of the story," I continued, "King Saul was jealous of David; after David slew a giant with the Lion's strength before the army of Israel and the army of the Philistines, King Saul moved David into the king's home and sent David into the battles of the Philistines. Jonathan and David became really good friends while David stayed in the king's home. But as David's popularity grew, King Saul despised him. Twice, Saul threw a javelin at David while the shepherd played the harp for the king. Saul became David's enemy from then on. When the king found out that David ran away, he chased him everywhere."
"Wow. That sounds like me."
"Actually, I summed up the story for you to understand," I shrugged. "I skipped a few details like he got married to King Saul's daughter before he got chased. Like that really matters. What I really like about David's story is that later he was given the opportunity twice to kill Saul, but he refused. He said that he wouldn't touch the Lor-Aslan's anointed."
"That's a really nice story," he acknowledged, "I don't remember being told that story."
"Well that's because it took place in my world…different country. Over maybe…uh, 3000 years ago in my time."
"Wait a minute. Did you mention Aslan? He's in your world too?"
"Yeah. But He has a different name, He's not visible in our world, and He is not a Lion…physically."
"What's His name there?"
"Ah…He has a lot of names."
"Just give me one of them."
"God."
"That's it?"
"God the Father. God the Son. And God the Holy Spirit."
"That's three people."
"He's Three in One. The Trinity."
"How's that possible?"
"It's something we humans can't understand. But yet it is amazing to think about."
"Oh…what else is He called?"
"Lord, The Lamb of God, Jesus Christ, The Rock, The Shepherd, The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace, The I AM, The Son of Man, The Lion of Judah…that's all I can remember. He has a lot more names. Oh, yeah. There's a song to it too."
I started.
"He's my Rock, my Sword, my Shield.
He's the Alpha and Omega.
He's the Lily of the Valley.
The Bright and Morning Star.
Makes no difference what they say.
I'll get on my knees and pray.
For I'm going to serve my Jesus till He comes."
(I didn't write this song.)
I looked at Caspian and blushed. "Sorry. Got carried away."
"Interesting song," said Caspian.
Silence.
Then out of the blue- "How old are you?" I questioned.
"You really are random," he observed.
"Why thank you. I'll take that as a compliment. Anywho, how old are you? Just curious."
"I'll tell you if you tell me your age, Faith."
"Um…can I tell you in private later?"
"We are in private. Nobody else is here. Why?"
That I couldn't explain that to him. He wouldn't understand. "Personal reasons," I excused, "It's complicated. Now, how old are you?"
A moment of silence. "Seventeen," he answered.
"Really? I thought you were twenty-two."
Caspian laughed. "Do I look that old?"
"Actually, you look older," I smirked. Thirty to be exact. Even though you don't sound like a thirty year old.
"What?"
"I'm only kidding, Caspian. Just keep your cool."
"May I guess how old you are?"
"Go. Fire ahead, but I'll tell you later. Okay?"
Silence. "Twelve."
"Wha-?Are you serious?"
"I was thinking about your height."
"Yeah. That's what you get from Asians."
"Ashians?"
I smacked myself on the forehead. Not again! Now I gave away something personal. "Never mind. That's another story."
Later, I told my story to him about Robyn and me getting mugged, me falling into Narnia, meeting Trufflehunter and the two dwarfs, and now trying to find Robyn if she was here too. Then I told him about what happened last night, trying to fit in every detail. I tried to get him to talk about himself, but he wouldn't say much. He only repeated what he told us earlier in Trufflehunter's den, and he didn't say anything about a father or mother. When I asked him about the Rovin guy, he said that Rovin was actually a close friend since they were five until Rovin's father (the general from last night, Caspian told me) enlisted him to be a soldier two years ago. And Rovin was a lieutenant. So that's why Rovin was hesitant. They were friends.
The longer I talked with Caspian, the more comfortable I felt being with him. And I think it was the same thing with Caspian. We talked a little more and then we fell quiet as we continued our journey. To where exactly I didn't know because I failed to ask him, but since Caspian was running away, I presumed it didn't matter where we went as long as were safe from harm. (As a side note, I think I got over his hotness at this point. Didn't mind him much.)
Looking around, I saw that Narnia was a breath-taking place: the sun was shining, and the woods were beautiful, the sky felt more open, and a light breeze blew. It seemed as if I was in a national park, but better; I was in Narnia. Every Narnia fan's dream…I think. But something was missing; there was only an eerie silence except for occasional birds and trees constantly creaking and groaning.
After we had taken a break from a small creek, I suddenly had a feeling that we were being followed, but I didn't tell Caspian.
Yes, I'm Asian, but I won't tell you specifically for personal safety. And yeah, I'm a terrible story-teller. (As in talking.)
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