The Narnian Elf Princess
Chapter 8: Cherry blossom poem
I woke up early the next morning, my mind out of control to sleep. Upon which I dazed at my tent, just next to the Pevensie. My tent was different not like then girls. For its décor focus more on the Edhel culture. Since there were silver antiques inside while my bed was white futon covered in pillows of silver and ivory with light blue sheets embroider with pearls, while my trunk rested on the end.
Black Fang rested his head on my bed and started to stir, "Is something wrong milady, another nightmare?"
I smiled at the large wolves concern in my wellbeing. He dedicated himself as my personal guardian, never leaving from my sight and other purposes unless at Aslan presences. I petted his head. "No, just couldn't sleep Fang."
"Would you like to take a walk?"
"That would be nice." As I got out of bed and changed into my training suit this time I wore a white long loose sleeve chemise under my tunic. Once I holstered my weapons, I walked out of my tent with Fang. A few soldiers were up, some on breakfast duty while others started the blacksmiths fire. By the grey in the sky followed by the sun rays in the east unable to cross the hills, it was still early morning of dawn. I sighed, taking a deep breath in smelling the freshness of nature that blossom from the hundred year's winter. To smell the dew grass, the blossom flowers, and more than I could imagine.
"Gwen?" I turned around to see Edmund un-mount Oreius and ran to me to give a hug. I hug back, glad he was safe. We then pulled back to see his condition of a cut lip and eyebrow, scratches, bruises, and lack of sleep. Other than that, he was alive and pure. I could see it.
"Thank god you're safe." I praised afterwards look at Oreius in gratitude. "Thank you."
He nodded as I escorted Edmund to Aslan who waited on the cliffs. The lion stood gazing at the horizon, while the boy was surprised to see the great beast as Oreius and I bow. Edmund soon follow suit.
"Welcome Edmund, son of Adam." Aslan said "Thank you, Oreius you have my thanks now rest."
"Thank you, your majesty," As Oreius excused himself.
"Gwen, I like to speak to Edmund Alone."
" Ae anírach" (If you wish) I said, then bow again. Before going down I faced Edmund. "I'll just be down the hill. There is nothing for you to fear, you are safe."
Edmund nodded as I went down the hill. Until I saw Peter, all concern for his brother. Our eyes met, so many question and concern on the assumed punishment he assumed be committed. I rested a hand on his shoulder shaking the doubt away was we watched. We stayed silent as we watch them talked till the girls came out; Lucy with cheered her brother name but Peter stopped her. The two looked down at us and Aslan nodded that end their conversation.
Once they stood before us Aslan said, "What's done is done. There's no need to speak of Edmund about his past." Then he walked off.
Lucy instantly hugged her brother; followed by Susan asking if he was alright. I smiled at their family gathering of a reunion and decided to let them have alone time. However, Peter stopped me, as he forced me to join the hug fest. I sighed; wrapped my arms around them pleased that everyone was alright. For I could sense the aura to be golden once more than silver.
When we pulled back, Susan asked, "How are you feeling?"
"A bit tired." Edmund yawned.
"Get some sleep." Peter said, gesturing toward his tent. Edmund gave a tired smiled, then headed up. But Peter wasn't finished. "Oh, and Ed try not to wonder off."
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Three hours later we all had our breakfast in a small area. Edmund seem tired but happy to eat again by shoving toast in his mouth. I couldn't help but smile shaking my head.
"Narnia isn't gonna run out of toast Ed." Lucy teased as she bit into her own toast. I chuckle sipping my berry tea that Willow insisted I tried, mentioning Elf ingredient.
"Make sure back some on your journey back." Peter announced, joining in our table.
"We're going home?" Susan asked
"You are," Peter answer as he took his seat next to me. "I promise mom I keep you three safe. Doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help."
So he has decided, feeling a slight bit proud and ashamed all the same time. The prophecy can only be fulfilling if all four Pevensies, sit on Cair Paravel in throne together. If only one sits alone than not all the power shall succeed in golden age.
"They need us…" Lucy said desperately, "All five of us."
"Lucy it's too dangerous," Peter comeback "You almost drowned, Edmund almost got himself killed."
"Which is why we have to stay," Edmund announced all eyes on him. "I've seen what the whit witch can do and I helped her do it. We can't leave these people behind and suffer for it."
"Spoken like a true king," I breathed taking another sip of tea.
"I suppose that's it then." Susan sighed, standing up claiming her bow.
"Where are you going?" I asked with a confused looked.
She smiled "To get in some practice."
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At the archery field, to teach Susan how to fire, but first examine the bow on its condition. It was in excellent condition, truly a Narnian bow. She announced it was a gift from Father Christmas along with her horn. Standing in fist position; pulling the arrow taking arms, aiming at the red dot. I release the arrow that soar through and struck boarder line between the red dot and blue ring. Not so bad for, since I wasn't that accurate in England. With a smile I handed Susan back her bow.
"You must have been a good girl to receive such a gift." I teased that made Lucy giggle.
Susan chuckled taking her stance. But I stopped her, to show her the proper position, "Elbow up, arm back and focused on the red dot."
She took aim and then released her arrow. It landed between white and the blue ring.
I whistled, impress by her first shot. Not many rookies hit the target let alone the color rings. "Nice shot, when I started archery I could reach the-"
A split of wood crack surprised to see a dagger pierced center of the target. Susan and I stared at Lucy who held mirth on her lips.
"Why you little sniper!" I muttered in elfish pouncing at her. She gave a squeal and ran while I chased after her. We ran all the way back to camp until Lucy hid behind Aslan, using him as a shield.
"No fair, no base," I laughed, running around them. Lucy just sticks her tongue out, "Why you little…!"
Jumping over the lion, till pouncing her, then started a tickle fight. Aslan and Black Fang chuckled shaking their heads while I continue my torture on the poor soul. Soon Lucy began to turn red though not ready to confess uncle. I was going too asked when my ears twitch hearing a startled scream. I stopped my action to stand up in quivering fear as a dark eerie atmosphere disturbed the camps tranquility. To sense death in the air!
He's here.
A shrieking neigh echoed out, entering a black figure riding a black armor horse with crimson eyes. The soldiers surrounded the wraith, fear written in their eyes. I shoved Lucy gently towards Aslan, to draw Athene into spear state. I walked toward them manly my enemy eyes locked in cruel debate.
"What brings you here, Nazgûl?" I demanded serious though scared mentally inside.
The dark horse stood on its high legs neighing once more, then on all fours, shaking its head. The rider pulled on its reins. "Queen Jadis demands an audience with Aslan Tarran (Princess)!" He said in demonic voice.
Involuntary shudder hearing his voice for the first time in person then turned to face Aslan with Lucy. The young girl hugged the lion's mane, hiding behind Aslan in fear. Looking at Aslan in question, the great lion nodded in consent.
Releasing a breath from that order and commanding the soldier to stand down and return back to their post. "Tell Jadis her request has been granted. However, tell Jadis she must leave her wand behind, Wraith!"
The Wraith shrieked; kicking his horse's side and dashed off.
Not too soon everyone was gathered in witnessing this ordeal. I stood next to Aslan while the Pevensie stood next to Oreius. As Jadis entered; her pedestal being carried by Cyclopes, dressed in a solid white clean gown, and a melted crown. I to dressed, wearing my vine circlet too as I glared grabbing Athene in Spear formed to my side at attention. (So it's longer just like a spear. Athene holds magic to adjust its form.)
When the enemy reached Aslan they stopped and lowered her down. All warmth faded to cold sending shivers down my spine. Including, her black knight who stood ready to fight with his sword sheathed close to his person.
"Mae Govannen, Jadis Charnion." (Welcome Jadis of Charn.) I said holding the venom while bowing, showing the Edhel (Elf) manner.
She rose from her seat eyes focused on Edmund. Who ignored her then she stared at the two most powerful beings in front of her. "You have a traitor in your midst Aslan." She stated then faces me "And... an exile. Tell me Tarran why betray your people?"
God, I wanted to wipe that smug look of her face, but I stood positive. Glaring at her; loathing at the woman who took my life from me.
"His offences were not against you." Aslan staid with a faint growl, "Also, you casted a spell on Gwengwyvar, banishing her to hells gate if I'd not intervene."
Jadis huffed tossing it aside. "Have you forgotten the laws in which Narnia was built?"
"Don't recite the deep magic to me witch." Aslan roar in hatred. "I was there when it was written."
Jadis faces soon became amused, staring at me like I was some sort of key. Could my people written the laws? Then she glared back at Aslan, "then you remember well, every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property."
Peter draw his sword "Try and take him then."
The white witch seemed unfazed by Peter challenge as she smirked, "Do really think mere force will denied me my right, little king."
"Daro i!" (Stop it!)I said in elfish, some understand sheathing their weapons Peter confusedly followed as well. Jadis just smirk and nodded in gratitude. I glared at her shaking my head in rejections of her compliment.
"Aslan knows, unless if I demand blood as the law demands all Narnia will be overturn and perish in fire and water." She pointed her long finger at Edmund. "That boy will die on the stone table . . . as is tradition."
Everyone gasped, hearing the legend of black magic sacrifice. Even I had seen dreams of nomadic rituals. I lean down and whispered to Aslan ear, suggested to private room to speak in. He nodded in agreement.
"I shall talk to you alone." Aslan announced.
When they enter Nazgûl and I waited outside the tent flap facing everyone. The two leaders spoke in whispers even though I could hear them well. I dare not speak in what has been spoken. Until I heard there agreement that my eyes widen: Aslan would take Edmund place. They came out as Jadis continue towards her chair and everyone all curious to their ordeal conversation.
"She renounced her claim on the son of Adam blood." Aslan called out that everyone cheered.
"How do I know you'll keep your promise?" The White Witch asked an evil scowl on her face. Aslan Just roar, which I had to cover my ears. Though, the expression on the white witched face was worth it, immediately sat down and the Cyclopes took her away. Nazgûl and I just stared when he mounted his horse then nod his head, and screeched.
Pân i valt law thilia,
I turned to face Aslan till he asked if I could walk with him. We walked up all the way to the top of the hill that when he spoke.
"You heard didn't you?" I nodded to his question.
"Aslan is there any other way, what about the other, the-"
"All that you know shall be understand, Gwen. Just follow my lead." Aslan said looking out through the camp.
Before I could protest, my head started to hurt another prophecy or prediction. "When a willing victim stands hold on trial of no treachery and is killed instead. The stone table will crack. Not even death itself would turn backwards." I blinked a few times, staring at Aslan. "Did I . . . Did I say something?" not remembering what happen, only blacked out. Aslan smiled and shook his head no.
The rest of the day was hectic, that created an unease atmosphere for mostly all narnian train harder than ever. Anywhere you go was the sound of metal clashing against metal. Echoing louder than thunder.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Weapons being forge by blacksmiths.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Weapon fighting another by other Narnian.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
The sound swirled in my head, rendering a headache, causing my ears to throb. Before I knew it, I was running, running away from preparation, heart beating fast for each slashed. The landscape was but a blur, which flew sound embedded to my head. Till I stop, when I lean against the cherry blossom panting, covering my sensitive ears. I shook violently for tear wouldn't fall.
Fear, all was Fear.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Sitting down curling almost into a ball, whimpering trail tear falling down,
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
"Make the noise stop!" I whisper.
Suddenly it was quiet, not a single sound, only nature. The mystic moans of the wind, calm and peaceful. Seeing the pink petal falling from their branches. I caught a lone pale petal, a single whit petal alone from the others. Listening to the spirit as it spoke closing my eyes. How her voice was smoothing in speaking my species language:
Eresse Tol-Eresseasse,
Lillassea lótesse pella,
Ar esce lisceo, ar lasse
I hessa hlapula menello.
Arinya losse or lord 'aire
Fifíruva wilyasse hiswa,
Ar tiruvalye olor aire
Enyalien i vanwa iswa.
Ar erumesse hiruvalye
I metya harma sa haryalye:
I hesin yenion, alasse -
Eresse Tol-Eresseasse.
I sigh and relaxed in her soothing word that spoke was true. Dazing into the sunset and watch many hues of red, orange, purple, and blue while cascaded that show the stars. To translate the nymphs words into English.
Loneliness at the Lone Island,
Beyond the many-leafed spring,
And rustle of reed, and leaf
Dry, flying from the sky.
In the morning - snow over the sleeping sea
Will melt in misty air,
And you will see a holy dream
For recalling lost knowledge.
And in desert will you find
The last treasure you possess:
Winter of years, happiness -
Loneliness at the Lone Island.
The peace was interrupted by the sound of a twig snapped. Sensing my intruder was mortal, I sighed in relief ignoring him, as he taken a seat beside me on the tree.
"Te vanima" I breathed.
"What does that mean?" Peter asked.
"It means it's beautiful," I answered laying my head on his shoulder. It was surprising to me when Peter wrapped an arm around me as we watch the sunset "Hannon le."
He stiffen, that I chuckle "It means thank you."
"Why were you crying?" Peter asked.
"Tis complicated, the tensions rising and . . . it's strong." I explained.
Peter squeezed tighter for reassurance. I sighed and snuggle closer, enjoying one's company. Soon our eyes met, both in a storm colors, full of worry. He lean closer, our noses almost touched each other. Till our lips met in a gentle kiss. A burst of warmth engulfed me, it was like fireworks. Suddenly, I realize what happening and pulled away. Shock touching my lips.
That . . . was my first kiss.
Does that mean Peter actually likes me?
Peter sighs and stood up and offers his hand. "Come on; let's head back it's getting late."
I accepted his hand as he help me up, then we walked "Peter do you . . ."
"Yes Gwen I like you." Peter smiled and pecks my cheek making me blush. "And I hope . . . we can . . . I mean if you like to go . . . out with me?"
I smile, so cute he was blushing nervous if he gets turn down.
"Is Sir Peter Wolfsbane asking me out on a date?" I teased as I interrogated him.
"Yes?"
I peck his cheek as we both blushed. "Maybe?"
"Maybe as in?" Peter raised a brow.
"You're practically moving fast Peter," I said flicking him in the forehead. "Let's take it slow and see where fate takes us."
Peter nodded rubbing his head sheepishly. "Guess you're right. I guess I noticed you for your looks than who you are. Sorry I mistook you Gwen?"
"It's alright," I said patting his back. "People had mistaken me all the time. Scholars thought I was albino while others thought I was strange."
"Well, you do live in the country." Peter stated.
"Shut it, city boy?" I growled.
"What's your favorite color?"
"What?"
"Mines Blue by the way." Peter continued.
"Unbelievable," I muttered smacking myself in the head. "Ivory…my favorite color is ivory."
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So they finally discover that they actually like one another.
The Poem is by Arandil Elenion so they get the credits for that.
So what would happen next would Gwen see another vision of Aslan death or would war be closer than any would think?
-Silent wolf singer