Hey guys! Thanks a bunch for the reviews and story alerts! Sorry I haven't been able to update as soon as I wanted to since school is getting a little close again... So I think this is one of the shortest chapters I've written so far. But I hope you guys enjoy it! Oh! And here comes your favorite Brit family! So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or anything of it blah blah blah...you know the rest already.
Oh! I almost forgot! 145 days till Voyage of the Dawn Treader comes out! AHHH!
"Are we there yet?" Being awake all last night and trying to stay awake in the morning. Not good. Man! I'm not a morning person either.
"No."
"...How 'bout now? My feet hurt."
"No."
"...Are we there yet?"
I saw Caspian's hand twitch and made an assumption that his eye twitched too. He just had had enough of my whining for the past few hours. "You say one-just one more word, Faith, and I will cut your throat," he warned in a menacing way. He wearily rubbed his temple and moaned. "I'm just thankful that it wasn't both of you weeping." Weeping? Really?
We both glanced at Robyn who was now slumped in an unconscious state over Cloudbirth's back. Thankfully, she did not receive any harm. But we found out later she had acted silly earlier was to keep herself awake despite that no one gave the signal at all. Trufflehunter stated that Robyn had taken some pill that she had in her bag – in fact, a whole bottle of them we discovered- while on our way to Beruna. With that known, I concluded that it was a sleeping pill leaving me to wonder why Aslan would give Robyn something as that.
I glowered at the Telmarine beside me. "Hey! Aren't you glad at least that everything's fine? We got what we need. Robyn's fine. Sure the plan didn't go exactly right, but we got away safely, right?"
"That's the problem. It didn't go as planned."
"Well sorry if it was my fault or Robyn's but-"
"It was both of your faults."
"Okay okay, I admit that. But getting to the point. What's wrong with you?" I burst out. "You okay?" I only received mumbling and trying to avoid eye contact with me from the other. "Okay, look at me, Caspian. I'm very very sorry for my immaturity! I mean it! But not everything will go your way, okay? The world doesn't revolve around you only. Yeah, you're a prince, I know. So will you wake up?"
Prince Caspian said nothing and let his eyes drop to the ground as if he were a little guilty. Wow, I got him hard.
I continued but softened my tone of voice. "Sigh. I'm sorry, Caspian. But just relax and focus on the main thing. Like I told you before, we'll make it through. Nothing is going to be perfect; nobody is perfect anyway. But we're all here to help you win your throne back. Robyn and I came here for a reason, and maybe that reason is to help you. If we're really bothering you, I'm sorry. I'll try to do better, and I'll talk to Robyn later. Not to mention more help is on the way. So...can we start all over?" I grinned nervously to the Telmarine prince.
The latter remained the same but let a small smile play on his lips.
"And one more thing I need to mention," I added. "We should've brought Rovin!"
At this, Caspian's grin disappeared as if loath to speak of the subject. "You're right," he reluctantly agreed. "We should've taken him as a prisoner. Because of you, he knows mostly everything."
I mentally kicked myself for doing so foolishly, knowing I made a fault in Caspian's plans. "Yeah. Really sorry for doing that too. But...I couldn't help it! It made matters when I saw that he was h-a-w-t!" I drawled. "Ooh, it gave me shivers just looking at him!"
"Hawt?" he repeated, unable to comprehend the word.
"Uh, very handsome that is," I corrected myself.
"Ah, well yes. He and I attracted many young ladies then," Caspian chuckled. "I believe that he had three maids infatuated with him."
I attempted to sound casual. "Oh." Blast it! "Does he have any girl special? In mind?". But I'm sure he does.
The prince looked thoughtful at this. "Hmm...not that I know of." Yes! He pondered and then realized something. "Are you interested in him? I wouldn't be surprised if you are, Faith."
Oh snap! He figured it out! Am I being a Mary-Sue?"I-no!" I stammered as I felt myself furiously blush red. "I just think he's good-looking." Then I muttered under my breath,"Just shoot me."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing, Caspian. I...yeah. Sorry 'bout that little incident."
The other put a hand on my shoulder and patted it, unknowingly giving me disgusted chills once again. Uh! It's annoying when he does that now. "No. I'm the one at fault there. But we will just have to trust Rovin to hold his tongue." Trust Rovin? Huh, interesting.
"The funny thing is that Rovin was...if I may say so...concerned for you," I mentioned as I slowly peeled his hand from me.
"Oh?"
"After accidentally telling him of you, he seemed -I don't know- excited to know you're okay which leads me to asking: Are you still friends with him? You did say that we'll just have to trust him."
"We did not speak to each other much after he became lieutenant," Caspian said sadly.
"Hm. Well what about-"
"Aslan?" a young British girl's voice called out hopefully from behind us.
I whirled around just in time to see a girl yanked down into the bushes by a dirty-blonde young man who had covered her mouth to prevent more sound. "What the bla-" But Caspian once more slapped a hand over my mouth. Grr! "Will you cut that out?" I whispered furiously after ripping his hand off of me.
Instead of arguing back, Caspian only put a finger to his lips as if telling me to be quiet, silently signed for everyone else to move on, quietly drew his sword, and motioned for me to follow him. The rest of the Narnians heard the girl's voice, but they cautiously moved on as directed. To find the source of the voice, Caspian walked back to where we were a few minutes ago. But it was difficult for me to follow him because the woods we were traveling through was full of steep hills and slippery (though not wet) dirt. And the situation was worse when the enemy could be hiding behind those mounds.
Suddenly, I heard the noise of another sword being drawn. And from behind a boulder ahead of Caspian out stepped the young man with sword in hand now making his way to Asterius. But the minotaur did not seem to sense the dirty-blonde's presence. Before I was able to alert Caspian, I found him already running to the stranger. With a loud growl, Caspian swung his sword up against the other's, throwing the enemy off his guard. Everything else was a quick spar until the dirty-blonde twirled his sword in a peculiar way throwing Caspian's own aside and leaving the Telmarine vulnerable. By the time I was close, the intruder had swung his blade into a tree in front of him having missed Caspian's head a second time. Caspian used this chance to kick the other in the legs before attempting to yank the sword out.
As soon as he landed right in front of me, the blonde reached for a stone nearby and rushed to clobber Caspian on the head. But he halted in his tracks when-
"STOP!" The girl and I rushed to the boys, but balked when we realized that both of us had yelled. Now the other girl had her eyes on something else because she was staring at the forest.
Finally, the Narnians heard the trouble, for they were nearly surrounding us. The stranger with his mouth slightly open turned around to see the creatures standing before us. While this happened, Caspian managed to yank the sword from the tree and pointed it to the young man's neck. The man eventually turned to Caspian and peered at the prince as if trying to recognize.
"Prince Caspian?" inquired the stranger in a British accent.
Why do you sound so familiar? But I wasted no time to press the dagger's flat to his back. "Yes, he is," I replied curtly. "And who are you?"
"Peter!" Yet another British voice yelled. That's three Brits now. Peter peter peter...that's kind of ringing a bell...
I craned my neck to the right and saw three more people join the party. One a girl not much older than me was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. The next was a boy younger than the girl and was gripping a sword. I melted inside when I saw him. And the last was a dwarf who looked too familiar. In fact, the last person I would expect. He too had his sword drawn.
It couldn't be... "Trumpkin?" I ventured to guess.
The red dwarf turned his eyes to me, smirked having recognized me, and said, "Hello, Princess."
Then I suddenly felt all eyes on me and heat rushing to my face in an instance. "Ignore him! That's just his nickname for me...really."
"You're...High King Peter," said Caspian slowly after noticing the hilt of the sword he held. The hilt was in the shape of a lion's head, and not only that. The inscription on the sword itself had some poetical verse that I couldn't clearly read. Some poem of a lion, I think.
"I believe you called," the young man said rather informatively. Almost in a haughty spirit.
I made a mental note to myself that I didn't like this 'High King Peter' guy already, and I drew the dagger from Peter's back and sheathed it back into its proper place. But then..."NO! You're not THE four Pevensies?" I exclaimed, eying each Pevensie individually. It's the Fantastic Four! No way!
"Yes, we are," said Lucy nicely. I immediately liked her. I can't believe it! They're right before me! Now I know how Rob felt like when she saw Caspian. Okay, Faith. Don't freak out. Just act normal.
"These are the ones I called, Faith?" asked Caspian in disbelief but hid the emotion very well. He glanced at Peter and the siblings. "Thought you'd be older."
"I agree with you on that, Caspian," I muttered sharing the same thought with him but at the same time trying to contain my excitement. Stay calm, Faith. Stay calm. Breathe...
But I felt the dirty-blonde's body tense up. "Well if you like...we could come back in a few years," he answered in a hint of rudeness and decided to turn away.
"No! No, it's all right," apologized Caspian hastily. "It's just...you're not exactly what I expected." He eyed all the Pevensies but stopped at the eldest girl who returned a small smile. Inside of me, I didn't like this attraction for some reason. I hope this isn't jealously.
"AHEM!" I cleared my throat intentionally loud which the younger boy Edmund whom I recognized instantly seemed to catch the subtle message.
"Neither did you," said he with askance to Asterius who had his battle ax in hand. Er...hoof.
"A common enemy even unites the oldest of foes," I heard Trufflehunter from behind me state.
Much to Peter's surprise, Reep bounded right into conversation and stood behind the High King who turned to find the speaker. "We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege." Peter smiled in amusement to who the speaker was. "Our hearts and our swords are at your service." Here he bowed. That I didn't like at all. (Not that he shouldn't bow in respect.) But it looked like the chief mouse gave all his allegiance to Peter now and no more to Caspian who appeared to be unhappy of the current situation. I planned to talk to him later.
"Oh my gosh, he's so cute," I heard Lucy whisper to her older sister who didn't say anything. But Reep caught those words. Not good.
"Who said that? Faith!" He immediately drew his sword and pointed it at me.
I shook my head furiously, not wanting to face the mouse's wrath though I had never experienced it. "Nuh-uh! I promise, Reep!"
"Sorry," the Valiant Queen colored a bit and raised her hand. "It was me."
"Oh...your Majesty," Reep faltered, realizing his mistake. "With the greatest respect. But I do believe cordial, courteous, or chivalrous might more have fit a knight of Narnia." He sheathed his cute little sword and intently turned his eyes on Peter.
"Well, at least some of you can handle a blade," said Peter annoyingly thankful. But the truth was most of the Narnians already could handle a blade. I disliked that guy more by the second, and Caspian looked to be the same.
"Yes, indeed," boasted Reep. "And I" What happened to the 'we'? "have recently put it to use securing weapons for your army, sire." Okay, that mouse is starting to push it. And FYI, that' s Caspian's army not Peter's.
"Good," Peter turned to Caspian, "Because we're going to need every sword we can get." I noticed he gave the Telmarine something like a 'I'm in charge' look that the other returned with despising eyes. Ooh, I feel like punching him [Peter] right now.
"Well then, you will probably be wanting yours back," Caspian answered with slight sarcasm as he politely handed the sword back.
Peter only took the sword calmly from Caspian, but gave another look that told me they were going to butt heads really soon. After that, the High King walked into our direction while Caspian silently started to reach for his sword, but I quickly snatched the sword first and loyally held it for the prince to take it. Caspian smiled gratefully and took his own before sheathing back into its place.
"We'll talk later," I said quietly. "I need to tell you something."
The other nodded and then quickened his pace to catch up with Haughty King. All the Narnians took this as a cue to keep moving on to Aslan's How, and I flowed into the crowd of Narnians but glanced behind me to find the rest of the Pevensies catching up with me while Trumpkin went to find his old companions Trufflehunter and Nikabrik.
"Hi," I greeted shyly to the three Monarchs. Man! Why couldn't I be the one on Cloudbirth so I wouldn't have to face them. Especially Edmund...
"Hello," said Lucy cheerfully as if ready to make a new friend. "What's your name?"
"Faith. And your name would be...Lucy? I know your siblings' names already so..."
"Yes, but how do you know our names?"
"It's a long story, but seeing that our destination is quite a long ways. Might as well tell you guys."
"Your accent is not...uh Telmarin-ish," observed Susan in an irritating matter-of-factually way. I think we're going to be butting heads too. Get ready, sister. 'Cuz I'm gonna get you real good.
"I've had this conversation before a million times now," I declared coolly. "But don't worry. I'll tell you everything you need to know."
"But before you introduce yourself," cut in Edmund, "Who is the girl on that centaur?" Aww, Robyn. Now you embarrass me? In front of the Pevensies? Especially Edmund?
I blushed. "Ah...that's Robyn. My best friend. I'll explain that too."
*Sigh* Finally the Pevensies join us! And yeah...Edmund is cute...but this doesn't mean I going to be a Mary Sue! I promise, guys! And yes, I don't like the movie-verse Peter at all. That's one of the things that killed the movie really. He went OOC. I could give a whole speech of that but you'll be spared. lol Now that the Pevensies have joined...more mischief from Robyn and I...;P
If you sense that Susan and I will have competition over Caspian, it's not going to be a OC/Caspian/Susan slash slash slash...UGH! I hate slashes. It simply states that I do not agree at all with the Caspian/Susan or Suspian as commonly called. Just my opinion. If you don't agree with me on that, get ready for Suspian bashing (not so big though...) in upcoming chapters.
Finally, Robyn and I finally managed to tie and muffle Rovin up for a few good chapters...*grins evilly* I've got good plans for him in the future. So don't worry about Rovy for a while. But thanks for the goodies; he ate those before he got taken care of.
Rovin: *growls angrily*
So thanks a bunch for reading...now review! (I know you guys on alert want to...lol.)
