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Tamryn, Alan, Cheyenne, Trent, and Samuel follow Aslan back to the camp. They stop near the center of the camp.
"Clothes were left here for you all to wear to Cair Paravel along with horses. Go to your tents and change."
The kids nod and head toward their tents with slight anticipation. Cheyenne and Tamryn go into their tent.
"Are you alright, Cheyenne?"
"I'm fine, Tamryn. Why?"
"Just making sure. Are you nervous?"
"A little. Are you nervous?"
"Yes, I feel the nerves will be worse when the coronation actually takes place."
Cheyenne nods in agreement picking up the clean navy pants, brown boots and white long sleeve shirt to put on. Tamryn discovers that she has the same outfit. They change and go out of the tent and toward the camps center. Alan, Trent, and Samuel soon join them; all three boys dressed in black pants, white long sleeve shirts, and black boots. They Aslan with Straze and four other horses. They start to get on them; Tamryn notices Rinion is nearby with a few other wolves to guide them to Cair Paravel. Alan helps Cheyenne onto her horse which was a chestnut brown. Trent gets on Phian, Samuel gets on a reddish-brown horse, Tamryn gets on Straze and Alan gets on a white horse. Alan and Tamryn are beside each other with the others behind them. Aslan starts leading them down the path toward the tree line.
"The trees have sent messages ahead. All of Narnia will soon know they have new Kings and Queens. Cair Paravel is being prepared as we speak for the coronation. We shall arrive in the morning tomorrow."
"Alright," Alan responds.
All five kids grip the reins of the horses slightly thinking about the coronation.
"Aslan, what does Cair Paravel look like?" Cheyenne asks.
"It is a very large castle; filled with marble and made of stone. A very power citadel, a very strong fort; the outside is made of stone. There will be plenty of room for each of you."
"Okay."
Cheyenne begins looking at the trees noticing the branches moving.
(What are they doing? It looks almost like they are waving.) She thinks.
She raises a hand cautiously and gives a small wave; she jumps seeing the branch wave back.
"Are you alright, Cheyenne?" Trent asks.
"I am fine. The tree waved and caught me by surprise," She emphasizes noticing Alan looking back at her.
Aslan chuckles, "The trees are very much alive. They whisper among each other; we may not be able to hear them speak, but they do find ways to communicate with us. They are as much an important part of Narnia as ever. They will aid you very much during your reign."
Cheyenne smiles at the trees as they cross a meadow. Tamryn was looking at the flowers which were white and red lilies.
"These flowers are beautiful. They seem so much more beautiful here then back home."
Rinion smiles lightly while watching the area carefully.
(The war may have just ended, but that doesn't mean they have managed to regroup somewhat. Cinian, what have you done? Why did you run instead of surrender?)
They continue into the next path of trees. They continue until late evening, by that time they were traveling along the Great River of Narnia. The horses stop to drink out of the water. Tamryn notices sweat and dirt on Straze.
"Do you need washed off, Straze?"
He looks at her before nodding slightly and stepping into the shallow part of the river. Tamryn gets a washcloth out of her saddlebag sitting by the bank. She dips it into the water and begins to clean Straze.
"I hope it is not too cold."
"The water is fine, Daughter of Eve."
"Just call me Tamryn please."
"Very well, Tamryn."
Trent sat with Cheyenne farther down on a higher embankment.
"How are you feeling, Trent?"
"I am feeling well, just hoping I do not trip over myself at the coronation tomorrow."
"You won't trip. All you have to do is walk carefully. Besides you didn't trip or misfire any of the arrows."
"Speaking of misfiring. Where is Trian?"
"Trian headed for Cair Paravel not long after the battle. At least that is what Botain told me," Samuel says sitting on the other side of Cheyenne.
"Oh."
Cheyenne looks over her shoulder at Alan speaking with Aslan. Alan notices and smiles at her. She gives a small smile back.
"Do you think Aslan will stay long? To make sure everything goes off smoothly," Trent says.
"I sure hope so," Samuel says. "But he will probably want us to attempt these things on our own."
Cheyenne nods.
It isn't long before the wolves go and return with fruit for them to eat as dinner. They watch the sun setting over the trees.
"Aslan, how are there five thrones Cair Paravel?" asks Alan.
"One of the kings of Narnia added the fifth throne during the building process."
"Added the fifth? So there were originally four?" asks Samuel.
"Yes, you will understand all in your own accords, but I will tell you this: you are not and certainly won't be the last humans to enter Narnia."
The young soon-to-be monarchs' eyes widen slightly and they all think the same thing, "There were other humans from Earth here before?"
"Can't you tell us, Aslan?" Cheyenne asks.
Aslan smiles lightly, "I will not tell you what you are to learn for yourselves."
Cheyenne and the others nod slowly slightly disappointed. They lay down watching the stars eventually falling asleep. Tamryn wakes up sometime later and notices Aslan is awake by the embankment.
(Just suck it up and ask Aslan about the other day. You can do this.)
She slowly and carefully gets up then walks over to Aslan; he turns his head to her.
"You wish to ask me something, Child?"
"Yes, Aslan. I'm sorry; I just didn't know when the appropriate time to have asked about this."
"Go ahead and speak, Child."
"I saw a lion on the way to your camp. It wasn't far from the camp, but at the same time it was. I believed the lion was you; only no one else believed me. I wish to know if I did really see you."
"What do you believe, Child?"
"I believe I saw you in that forest."
"If this is what you believe; then does it matter if others believed you or not?"
"It shouldn't matter, but it does. No one else saw you, but myself; why is that?"
"You were looking while they were not."
Tamryn nods, deciding not to question the lion any farther, before going back to lie down. Her mind on what Aslan told her.
(Does he mean I was the one who didn't doubt when it was the most important?)
She sighs before falling back to sleep. She wakes up to the sun rising.
They eat the left over fruit and gather everything together before climbing onto their horses. They go down the path watching the river flow. They travel for another two hours.
"Children, Cair Paravel is up ahead."
They look up and see a multiple stone level castle built on the cliff, with parts facing the ocean, in the distance.
"We get to live there?" Cheyenne questions.
"Of course, Child," Aslan says.
As they come to closer to the gates they see multiple Narnians lining the path and cheering as they ride through the gates. There are fauns in courtyard as they dismount.
"Follow us to your chambers."
They nod following the fauns into the castle. All of them couldn't help but look around them instead of focusing on following the fauns.
"Are all of those Narnians going to be at the coronation ceremony?" asks Alan.
"Not all of them, but a great majority will be."
They go up a staircase and come to five hallways. They each go down a separate hallway and come to wooden double doors with a gold lion on them. Alan opens his chamber door and sees the sitting room as soon as he enters. He turns a corner up a small set of stairs and goes into his bedroom.
"Your clothes for the coronation are in your wardrobe," the faun says before leaving.
Alan nods and finds the restroom to clean a little better than changes into a red tunic, black trousers and red boots all of which had different parts of gold on the tunic and boots. He picks up the black cape and slowly puts it on.
(I'm glad I only have to wear this cape for the coronation ceremony.)
He heads out down the main hall, but stops realizing he did not really pay attention to which hall Cheyenne had gone down. He finally goes down the hall to his right. He finally comes to the door and knocks; the door opens and he comes face to face with Tamryn.
"Sorry, I was looking for Cheyenne. I didn't know what hall she went down."
"The one on the other side of you. Samuel is beside her and then Trent is on the side of me."
"Thanks. You look great by the way."
Tamryn's face flushes slightly, "I guess so."
Her eyes go downcast over the rose-colored long-sleeve dress. The dress, like Alan's had gold designs in certain parts as well as on the rose colored flats. Her hair still naturally wavy had some tucked through a gold clip in the back, but fell loose. She had on a dark brown cape. Alan hooks his arm with hers.
"You look fine. Don't get all nervous on me; the two of us have to work together more than the others."
Tamryn laughs softly heading down the hall.
"I've decided to ask Rinion to be my royal bodyguard."
"I think that's a great idea. Especially since you are already so close to him."
They come into the circle where the halls meet and see the others waiting for them. Cheyenne was dressed in a emerald green dress and flats that had a silver design going throughout both; she wore a silver cape and her hair was a little curly with a silver barrette. Trent was dressed in a navy blue tunic, dark yellow trousers and navy blue boots all having silver going through them with a dark yellow cape. Samuel was dressed in a dark purple tunic, light brown trousers, and dark purple boots all having silver going through them with a light brown cape.
Cheyenne hugs Alan, "You look very handsome, Al."
Alan glares trying to restrain from ruffling his sister's hair knowing it would rude to do so, but also wanting to get back at her.
(I'll get back at her later.)
"You look very nice, Chey."
Tamryn goes over to Trent, "Are you alright, Trent?"
"I'm nervous."
"You're not the only one. It is frightening."
Trent notices Tamryn is shaking slightly and puts a hand on her shoulder, hoping to calm her down. She smiles at him.
A faun comes up, "It is time, Majesties."
They nod and after taking nervous breaths, walk down the stairs. They follow the faun down a large hallway and come to double doors that Aslan is in front of. There are two Centaurs at the doors; Aslan faces them.
"It is time, Children. You have much of Narnia backing you."
They nod nervously. Aslan signals the centaurs to open the door. They take deep breaths following Aslan past the long rows of Narnians standing at attention. The five children step up the marble stairs and to the white marble and gold thrones that sun shone brightly on, in this order from left to right: Trent, Cheyenne, Alan, Tamryn, and Samuel; they turn and face Aslan.
Aslan roars slightly to silence those in the crowd talking, "Today, is a special day; the land of Narnia will not be ruled by a dictator anymore, but instead replaced by five very capable humans. Respect them and follow their rule for they will guide you into great prosperity."
Six fauns line up, five of which were holding velvet pillows holding crowns.
"To the Western Woods, King Samuel the Endurable."
Samuel ducks his head slightly so the faun can place the silver crown on his head.
"To the Central Plains, King Trent the Decisive."
Trent bows his head as the faun places a silver crown on his head.
"To the Southern Suns, Queen Cheyenne the Noble."
Cheyenne feels the faun place a silver crown on her head.
"To the Eastern Ocean, High Queen Tamryn the Zealous."
Tamryn bows as the faun places a gold crown on her head.
"And to the Northern Sky, High King Alan the Honorable."
Alan bows as the faun places a gold crown on his head.
All five of them step onto the thrones sitting down carefully.
"Once a King or Queen of Narnia always a King or Queen of Narnia."
The crowd cheers loudly; as the five monarchs to get up. Tamryn decides to go ask Rinion to be her royal bodyguard and heads toward the wolf.
"Rinion?"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
Her face her reddens a little, (I will have to ask him later to not call me that.)
"I was wondering if you would mind being my royal bodyguard."
"I would be honored to be your bodyguard, Your Highness."
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