The Narnian elf Princess

Chapter 9: Curse of visions and compliments

Sleep, dreamless sleep upon the bed, having Fang head rest on my stomach. Sleep, peace in truthful darkness. No dreams, no nightmares, and no vision. Just sleep. Except reality haves to come and stab you in the back with a dagger. As a sound of a bell echoed in my ear with a vision burst out.

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I was tied down to a stone table surrounded by Jadis army. The atmosphere was dark that my heart accelerated, as I looked up to see Jadis in black holding a stone knife. Eager to scream for help was restrained for some unknown reason? And it wasn't just my mouth that was gaged too. I was also tied up, bare before everyone while the continued to rhythm. Looking across the crowd, to see two faces behind the bushes. My heart dropped to realize Lucy and Susan were here to see this.

Silences, pure silence, until the hag's banged their staffs upon the cobble stone while others followed in their howls and growls. Jadis knelt down grazing her hand over my hair. I stiffen pulling away from the touch while her face was emotionless of apathy.

"You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you." Jadis murmured. "Did you really think that by giving your life you would save the Human traitor? Ha. You are giving up your life, and saving no one. So much for love."

I gasped in the betrayal of the agreement to panic on worrying for Edmund. But not just Edmund, but Peter as well. Without Aslan for guidance's, the war would be at a lost. I looked around to see a way to do something when my eyes made contact to Lucy. I wanted Lucy to look away, not to see the dark side of the deep magic. To keep her innocent pure from the temptation of conception.

"Tonight, the Deep magic will be appeased, but tomorrow," Jadis exclaimed, "we will take Narnia, Forever!"

The crowd cheered in excitement of this declaration. The cadence increased its pace while fire flew about upon the army. My heart beat rapidly afraid of the next move upon death.

"In that knowledge... Despair... and DIE!" She said as she plunged the stone dagger into my heart.

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I awoke with a gasped back to reality to find Black fang licking my arm trying to calm me down. It was… just a vision. Not any vision of future presences but a recent event. Tears weld up as I cried in knowing what going or about to happen upon Aslan fate. The seer powers were supposed to be a gift as Oreius put it. But it was a curse a terrible curse to know ones fate that was sealed. Fang whimpered of this, as he licked my cheek wiping away tears.

"It was just a vision, Tarran," Fang assured.

"Not anymore," I whimpered.

Suddenly the tent flapped open to reveal Peter barge in, distressed at such early hour.

"Peter what is it?" I asked quickly cleaning my face with the sheet.

"It's Aslan . . ." Peter whispered, "He's dead."

"Mani!"(What!) No it can't be, not so soon. The vision I had moments ago been during twilight. Quickly, I got up and pulled on my tunic. We ran toward Aslan tent only to find t empty. He did it; Aslan actually sacrifices himself for Edmund. When Peter and I came out of the tent; Oreius and Edmund were waiting. On the table was a map of Narnia with the locations of the camp. My heart dread when gazing at the pinpoint location of the stone table.

"He's gone" Peter said, all eyes on him.

"Then you have to lead us," Edmund said. Peter expression worried "Peter, there an Army out there ready to follow you."

"I can't!" Peter protest.

I place a hand on the king's shoulder "Aslan believe you could . . . and so do I."

A mental conversation took place understanding each other feeling, and then we stare at the map. A lot of theories on battle tactics and knowledge of strategies. Until an agreement was made. Even though he should know about what happen on Aslan sacrifice there was opportunity to bring in confidents.

"What are your orders" Oreius then asked.

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I enter my tent, hair put in tight braids that were capable to be folded while loose strands stood out. Black fang left toward the Armory to be armored at my request. So I was alone with Willow staring into a large carved pale wooden chest. I sat down, opening it to find my armor, or at least Gwengwyvar armor. A letter rested center on silk sheets. To which I opened it and read it.

'What's mine is yours for it is ours. The armor is impenetrable; light as a feather for our people were the master craftsmen in weapons and Armor. Be strong, my wondering self and never doubt.

-Tarran Gwengwyvar Dragonfly Estel

I sighed; putting the armor on with the help of Willow. I was fitted into a long sleeve, silver chainmail dress, which reached to my mid thighs. While I wore light fleck leather pants.

A chainmail tunic that was light weighted including a plate collar that wrapped around my chest till over my right shoulder. A golden cross plate metal corset with vine embedded to it shoulder pauldron. Then put on armor boots and bracers. Followed by a ¾ overskirt that fell to my ankles along with my Amulet; symbolizing my people, my life. Afterward, a leather belt to hold my twin daggers and Athene, close to my persons. Standing up I took a deep breath before staring at the mirror. Shock in seeing another person, in seeing Gwengwyvar; Tarran of Narnia. Willow added face paint of vines around my eyes down to my cheeks and then an armor circlet that was similar to my headdress while braid covered it.

"Gwen, are you ready?" Peter asked as he entered; tying his gantlet. When he looked up eyes widens "Are those-"

"Elven armor," I said slowly tracing the insignia "My armor."

Peter nodded "Um, can you?"

I chuckled and helped him tie his gantlet. Once done, I looked into his eye fear written in them. I placed a hand on his cheek to look at me. "Don't be afraid, you're not alone."

"I wished . . ." Peter said but he stopped himself.

"Peter, do you regret coming to Narnia?"

"NO!" he all but shot, "It's just… I'm no king. Aslan got the wrong person?"

I sighed and pulled him toward the mirror. "Aslan wouldn't choose any mortal, but a loyal king."
Quickly turning him around to face his reflection: to see a young man not a mere boy.

"I don't even recognize myself." Peter murmured.

I handed him Rhindon. He accepted the blade which he sheaths it to his person. "I've seen what my past life chosen. A son of Adam who can bring peace to Narnia! For over the hundred years of terror, I had failed. But now, you Peter Pevensie can bring a new era."

Peter nodded on what's to come, though it surprised me when he leaned down for a kiss. Instantly I blushed from the sudden action. When Peter pulled back, he chuckled, "A good luck kiss."

"If you weren't so cute," I started gripping my fist tight. "I would've slapped you."

"So you think I'm cute, Princess," Peter teased.

My blushed deepen to a new shade that ruins my pale complection.I. I open my mouth to say something however shut up. Why am I so, so, so fluster over a simple compliment. Many scholars in England would flirt with me in seeking of attention upon courtship. Easy to swat aside on words but now Peter's…I never experience fluster in admiration.

"Watch it Peter Pevensie," I muttered pushing a finger on his chest causing him to stagger back. "Just because you are Knight of Narnia and soon to be king. Doesn't mean I wield so easily on ye behalf!"

"Is that a challenge?" Peter asked.

"Depends, what the challenge is." I murmured.

Oh Aslan, I'm flirting with the next high king. May Emperor-Over-The-Sea help me now and the rest of eternity?