The Narnian Elf Princess
Chapter 7: Truth on wolfs blood
I asked a faun where my wolf was, he pointed at a tent five tents always from Susan and Lucy. Thanking him; I proceeded towards it and entered in, closing the flap. Before I could turn around only to be pounced to the ground! Really, what is it with canine; am I that lovable? I looked up to see a pair of onyx eyes surrounded with black fur. Black lips curled up to reviled razor sharp teeth. I inhaled out of shock to smell a familiar distant scent. Sharply glaring at the huge wolf ready to pull out my dagger to attack. I mean, for the wolf was no longer the size of a wolf but of a horse. Suddenly he licked me.
"Mani-!" (What-) I laughed, shoving Fang off me. Getting up to pet his face. He gave a breathy laughed, and then suddenly licked my hand. "Eww gross!"
He barked again, really he's more dog than guardian wolf.
"Mani marte U?" (What happen to you?) I breathed, amazed at his knew form. "You're a size of a horse."
"Yes, "Fang chuckled, "Aslan awaken my true power. Now I'm invincible to all mammals!"
"Except for Aslan," I popped his pride bubble. That caused him to growl before pounces me again and licking me faces till slobbered on. I laughed in the tickle sensation on my ears; he defiantly my wolf. I always wanted a dog, however Mrs. Macready was allergic, and I didn't want to cause trouble. So, I always played with the scholars pet when visiting the university. If not take care of Thorn in the stable, as my own companion.
"Tis time to train, my Mellon (Friend)." I said as I showed him Athene. His eyes widen when he stared at the silver spear head, like he had his own mental conversation.
He nodded as he found Orieus; turns out he knew how to use a spear. Orieus gave me an apple to eat before we headed out toward the rocky cliff; where he taught me over and over again how to fight till lunch time. Orieus said I didn't need any practice actually but felt proud to reteach me. I pouted confused, I wasn't much a perfect person back in England and here I am in Narnia as a protégé in weaponry and intelligent. I hardly know Narnia by heart and yet I could know the history from the back of my hand. Damn the reincarnations of Gwengwyvar memories and sudden whiplashes. I hope this doesn't put me in a critical position of cliché standards.
After getting lunch of toast, a slice of salted meat and a pear. I ate on top of the hill and watch the view with Black Fang as he mauled on a ham leg. We stared at the scenery from the campsite, all the way to Cair Paravel. Once finished eating, I fiddle with my necklace the necklace father gave me. I sigh and stared at my ring then twin daggers. I remember how I gotten these Items.
I missed my father dearly. Sure, he wasn't my biological father, but with no memories of my Adar (Father). Professor Kirkes took his place and giving me a wonderful second life. He taught me everything; because of him, I was able to learn in a university freshmen level than any high school student. I learn medical basics, fencing, archery, dancing, and music and Elvan language from him.
Sure thirteen years, I wonder why he and I looked different, and why I didn't have a mother. Until Aslan told me in a dream when I was six that I was adopted, though I kept a secret to Digory. He took me in as his own flesh and blood. I wouldn't dare defy my indebted and respect on the first son of Adam. Digory Kirkes was certainly a father figure.
Suddenly a headache fazed in, that I lie down on Fang and close my eye.
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Seer power
Opening my eyes to see I wasn't at the narnian camp.
I saw a new location, a dark side of the forest; another camp site with weapons hanging off of fences, blacksmiths forging Axe by trolls and Minotaur's. Hearing cling/clack of metal against metal upon new weapons. The scene changed in starburst to stop at Edmund, tied to a dead tree, gaged as well. His condition was worst, tired written under his eyes, a split lower lip, scrapes and bruised marred to his skin. A dwarf came up to him, smirking as he picked on Edmund.
"Does the little prince uncomfrable, does he want his pillow fluffed?" the dwarf taunted, Smacking Edmund in the face with his bushy grey beard. I saw regret and pain in his eyes, as the dwarf circled around him, continuing his rant. "Special treatment for a special boy!"
As he got to Edmunds face "Is that what you want?"
A star burst shot before my eyes, bringing me back to reality.
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When I open my eyes out of shock only to gaze upon Aslan who stared right back at me. Black Fang absent from the area along with the time. As the sky turned to be late afternoon, close to dusk from the horizon.
"What did you see?" Aslan asked calmly.
Shaking my head to get my head back in order while leaning upward, and rubbed my temple, "I saw their camp, or at least where they forge their weapons: maces, swords, pole axes, nearly every sharp deadly weapon. Cast in iron, forge by trolls, ogres and minotaur's."
"What else?" Aslan murmured, knowing there is more to the vision.
"Edmund, he's mildly injured while tide to a tree."
Aslan sighed, at least we know he still alive… for now. I stood up and stretched till pop in my spine then Aslan asked me to walk with him. I followed him at command though sense something was wrong or about to be. We walked around in silences till we found Peter dazing at the scenery of the camp up to Cair Paravel.
"That id Cair Paravel the castle of the four thrones one in which you'll sit Peter as High king." Aslan said we both stood next to Peter side. Peter seemed nervous or lost in a debated trance with one's own mind when spoke, "You doubt the prophecy?"
Does that mean he doubt me? I shook my head yet again in the confusion of why Peter would doubt me. We hardly know each other than the basics of an acqaintances. Peter sighed then spoke. "No, it just it… Aslan, I don't know who you think I am?"
"Peter Pevensie formerly of Finchley. Beaver also said you wanted to turn him into a hat." Aslan announced.
I snorted really now, that does make sense.
"Forgive me, "I chuckled.
Aslan joined in on the sarcastic remark before getting down to business. "Peter there is a Deep Magic that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and helps us fulfill destinies, both yours, Gwens, and mine."
"But I can't even protect my own family!" Peter protested then he stared at me
"You've brought them safely this far." Aslan replied.
Though Peter sigh, "But not all of them-"
"Peter, I'll do what I can to help your brother," Aslan assured. "But I need you to consider what I'm ask of you. I too want my family safe."
My heart dropped in hearing the sorrows in the lion voice. For the past that was written. A lone tear fell, for they could protect their family. But I couldn't for my clan or species has disappeared without a trace. I couldn't protect them.
"But isn't Gwen, a Princess?" Peter asked. "Doesn't she have a right to the throne?"
I shook my head no. "Peter, I'm not-"
"She is a Princess but of the elves. However, her title as Narnia Princess, for she was the first elf to be born in Narnia. Since her people were massacred by the white witch, there is no reign to divine right." Aslan said.
I gasped and cover my mouth only to fall on my knees. Peter was about to help me but Aslan stopped him. My people were massacred, murder. All serving warriors, the elders, woman and children; all of the dead...killed. A few tears fell, no, it can't be true, and they couldn't have DIED…. NOT YET. Were the elves supposed to be immortal, impossible to die and hold knowledge of weaponry?
"I'm sorry you both have to hear this, but it's wise to know the truth." Aslan apologized. "Do you hate me for keeping this from you?"
"No." I breathed, wiping my eyes with my hand then stared at my ring how the white stone shimmer. Peter offered his hand which I accepted. Then stared at the east," Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath." (May they find peace after death.)
A few minutes later a loud horn echo out. . . Pete and I looked at each other then he yelled "Susan!"
We ran toward the sources by the creek, till we came across Susan and Lucy in a tree while two wolves jump tried to get them. One I recognized was Maugrim. Peter and I draw our weapon, him his swords and my twin daggers.
"Get back!" Peter bellowed.
Maugrim smirked, "Well, if it isn't the elf and little king. Come on we already been through this before. We both know you don't have in you."
I focused on the second wolf as Peter got Maugrim. They circle us with our backs to together. I lean back and whisper in his ear. "Stay focuses; don't let his words provoke you, Peter."
Peter nodded as we heard Susan telling us to watch out. The second wolf changed his course, too late for me to strike. Only to hear a roar as Aslan caught him along with back up. I sigh and turned only to hear Aslan said stay your weapon including me for it was Peter battles. Struggled to comply, I sheathed my daggers and run towards the girls. I bit my lip, worried, for Peter doesn't know how to use a sword yet. But there was nothing I could do about it other than watch the duel that was summon.
"You may think you're a king, but you're gonna die . . . like a dog!" Maugrim taunted instantly launched if not pounced on Peter whose blade pieced his chest with a given yelp. When they both fell, I sighed in relief, since I witness the puncture stabbed the grey wolf, knowing Peter was alright. Susan and Lucy jump out of the tree and removed Maugrim off their brother, immediately hugging him while I check the dead wolf. Hand upon his chest, to find no pulse, no breath, no life. This confirmed Maurgrim was dead. It was ashamed that his fate had to come to an end. He was a very loyal creature to his duties and majesty. Even if his grace was Jadis, the white witch.
Removing my bloody hand, I closed his eyes and kissed his forehead. "You were a loyal soldier. Now, rest in peace Maugrim for your dedication has been appreciated."
Aslan released the other wolf that scurried off. "After him, he'll lead you to Edmund!"
Orieus nodded as he and his rescue team ran off after the wolf. I stared at Peter and sigh with a smiled. He did well for a rookie. That was all I can give him on his first kill that was hesitant yet courage's.
"Peter, clean your sword." Aslan said. The boy wiped his blood stained sword on the grass then knelt before Aslan. The lion placed his right paw on his left shoulder. "Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane... Knight of Narnia."
Peter looked as Aslan in awe while he girls and I stood proud for him as did Aslan. Once that was done, I walked toward the creek and washed my hands. Then I grabbed Peters roughly by the hand.
"Come on your lordship, I saw how you used your sword and It's time to used it properly." I said literally dragging the smirk on his face while the others laughed. Though, Aslan agreed that luck won't always be on our side. So we got two wooden swords and I taught him what I know about fencing till supper.