I'm so sorry I haven't updated this in ages...High school's been crazy. Anyway hope you enjoy!
Chapter 9
How in the world to I get myself into these situations? Oh that's right, I'm the guardian of Narnia assigned with the most prodigious 'job' ever. Protecting the Kings and Queens of Narnia. How, may I ask, am I supposed to go about doing that if I an stuck in a cave guarded by a wolf who would like nothing better than to rip me to shreds?
I have no horse…poor Flisha's dead because of what I did. I thought I was growing up.
"Get up." said a callous voice.
Trying to mask my discomfort, I slowly got up. I followed the wolf out of the cave, and into the bright sunlight. Blinking rapidly, I quickly surveyed the situation. Even if I had my weapons with me I was pathetically outnumbered. My dagger and kris was guarded and were kept under close watch. I looked around at all the wolves, their glinting eyes showing their utter loathing.
There was a wolf sitting on a stone. He said "You made a wrong choice stumbling into the forest. The only reason we've spared you is to get ransom. Once we get it…" he trailed off, leaving the silence to fill in the rest.
I was backed into the cave by three snarling wolves, then left to sit there with 5 wolves guarding the entrance.
"We'll all die. I'll never see my beautiful face again!" cried an agonized voice.
I swear I jumped ten feet in the air.
"Silence. There are more things at stake than you not seeing your face, which at moment is far from beautiful. One might actually call it grotesque." said an admonishing voice that was tilted with a slight Irish accent.
Squinting, I turned and saw the queerest sight.
A dwarf and a bird with a broken wing bickering like children.
"My face is gorgeous! It's flawless. Glorious. Perfect. Every female bird is in love with me. Isn't that right?"
"It was. Except for the majority of the part you got wrong."
The bird just sniffed.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Favian. And this is Mountakaber."
I curtsied, and said "My name is..."
"Clara Vincent, Guardian of the throne." the dwarf finished for me.
I nodded silently.
"I have to get out of here as soon as possible." I explained.
"I understand that, but there is no way you can." Favian replied.
"What I wouldn't give for Susan's horn…." I muttered.
"Maybe my beautiful face will persuade them to let me go." Mountakaber said.
"'Me'?" The dwarf asked skeptically.
"Well…..I meant the general public. Excluding the wolves…"
"I'm sure you did."
"Gentleman? If I may break up this exceedingly interesting conversation? How are we going to get out?" I asked not bothering to mask my annoyance. I knew it was wrong to act like that, but really, there were more important things to discuss.
"Do you know how to write in binary?" Favian asked me suddenly.
"No…should I?"
"No, no, I was simply inquiring…would you like me to teach you?"
"I'd like that! I know a bit about it, isn't it a code using numbers?" I asked tentatively.
"Precisely. Using the numbers 1 and 0 you can write the whole alphabet." He explained to me.
"What does that have to do with anything? HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT??" Mountakaber wailed.
"If you would stop complaining, then I could tell you two how." Favian said with forced patience.
Somehow this reminded me of Edmund and me. Are we always this annoying? My mind replayed an argument that we had a few days before I rode into the forest…
"Give it back NOW, you sorry excuse of a King!" I called after Edmund.
"Why should I? In fact, why are you here? You're a nobody." He said with a smirk once I caught up with him.
"Yeah, a nobody who saved the King's pitiful life."
"You did NOT save my life…I was had it under control."
I scoffed. "I'm sure, as you were tied to a tree with no weapon."
"Why you little…"
"Stop it you two! You're worse than 5 year olds." Susan scolded.
"She started it!"
"Ladies do not start fights. But they can finish them! Now give it back!"
"Edmund, give Clara back whatever it was you took. And Clara, please try not to shout." Peter said tiredly.
"Why do you always take her side?" Edmund demanded angrily.
"I..I.." Peter stuttered, trying to think of diplomatic answer yet coming up with none.
"Because I'm always right." I cut in.
"See? See what she does to me?"
"Oh stop whining. You sound like a spoiled brat…wait. You ARE a spoiled brat." I sent a fake smile to Edmund.
"I could have you killed for such words." He said with a sneer.
"Ha. Peter has to sign the death warrant first."
"Don't think he won't."
He then stalked off.
I grabbed the parchment which he took from me that he dropped on the floor.
I sauntered off with a satisfied grin.
Peter and Susan just shook their heads in frustration.
Ashamed, I purposed that the moment I saw Edmund I would apologize.
That is, if I ever saw him again.
