The Narnian elf princess
Chapter 11: Not alone
It was a dark voids. No light, no life in here. It was cold just what Nazgûl said before I killed him. I retraced back my steps from the beginning. To start off with the Pevensie arrive all the way to that mysterious black elf. Why did it bothered me about him… he called me sister? Was it his term for not being alone in species or was he actually my brother? The Edhel from the flashback of Chronos who Adar speaks to? He did look like Atar (Mother) but his eyes were like Black fang. I sighed; I guess I'll never know since death was hovering over my soul with his scythe to harvest me. I closed my eyes and relax.
So this was death?
It's very quiet if not empty, maybe you don't see your life past before your eyes. Or even see a bright light! Just lost in darkness to wallow peacefully silences. To feel like you are just sleeping and hold no desire to wake. An alluring dream of sweet nothing upon the soul or mind. All I could say I like it.
A chuckle was heard, but I kept my eyes closed till the woman sat down and placed my head on her lap. She removed my headband and played with my hair. Gently she unbraided the braids to play with short locks. It was quiet strange sure Betty, Ivy, Lucy and Susan played with my hair but not like this, as this person knew the right spots to press.
"Everyone said we had golden hair but I say it's more like Golden Platinum or pale frost." It was the voice from before. However, it sounded much clearer to sound like me in a sweet melody. I open my eyes to see me but other me. She was different for she seemed older maybe twenty with more wisdom in her eyes than father. She also wore white robes and a dragonfly circlet. The elf smiled, "You have awaken, Gwen."
"Gwengwyvar?" I gasped.
"You don't need to sound scare; it's only you." Gwengwyvar chuckled. Okay was that supposed to be a joke or a statement, because it wasn't actually funny? She chuckled again gently forcing me to lie down. "Rest, Nazgûl did a lot of damage on your body. Don't worry; you aren't dead since Chronos did everything in his power to save thee."
I rolled my eyes. "So we finally meet . . . this is strange."
"Tell me about it." Gwengwyvar agreed. "I waited a hundred years to meet my younger self and my body."
"You don't sound like me?" I stated.
"That's because I'm a part of you, but different. For I fragment of your past, to bear your memories though some would consider us twins. Identical born from the same womb but live a different lives?"
That sort of make senses, but what does that mean? Does she want my body and the true Gwengwyvar roam the other world or will she be my subconsciences? By the mane, my head hurts really bad; did that Wraith slammed me so hard. Gwengwyvar sighed and massage my temple to relieve the migraine.
"I'm not going to take your body it's, absolutely yours." She said in a sound tone. "But I want to be whole again. Have you felt so empty lately, that you want to run in the rain to wash away the emptiness inside..."
"Yes." I breathed was all I could I say. She was right, I do feel empty but not in a depressed way but something missing from my soul.
She lifted my chin and forced me to stare at her. "Shall be one again?"
"Would I regain my memories?"
"Mae,Gwenwin in enninath. Ú-'arnech in naeth i si celich." (yes,Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now." Gwengwyvar said brushing a strand of hair away. "Ú Nauthannen Ú ned ôl reniannen." (You think you had stayed into a dream.)
"Tis best not to get them and relearn from everyone, beside the white witch expel them vanished through time. However, all must return in the end." Gwengwyvar announced. Well that sucks, but to feel whole again. "I also have a question, do you like Peter?"
I blushed, "I find him infatuating, yes, but not love him ... I do like him but it—"
A finger stopped me as its owner giggled, "I understand, emotion takes time to evolved, so you know I like him too. so you have my approval."
I blushed and looked away. For a while she continued to play with my hair in the darkness. Suddenly something magical happen as fire flies danced around glowing on and off. Then Gwengwyvar started to sing with music that came out of know where.
'May it be an evening star,
Shines down upon you.
May it be when darkness falls;
Your heart will be true.
You walk a lonely road;
Oh, how far you are from home...
Mornie utulie (darkness has come),
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),
A promise lives within you now...
May it be the shadows call,
Will fly away.
May it be your journey on,
To light the day.
When the night is overcome,
You may rise to find the sun.
Mornie utulie (darkness has come),
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),
A promise lives within you now...
A promise lives within you now...'
I sighed in contempt in tranquility; never in such a long time do I feel at ease. I wish I could be here forever in peace. But sooner or later I have to wake and returned to my friends and family. Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, the beavers, Oreius, Black Fang, willow and Aslan. Also Lucy wanted me to meet Mr. Tumnus. It surprised me; I was a home school girl who lived in the country side with hardly any friend. Just her adopted father, house keeper and servants. Never before would I make friends, to discover the truth. For I wasn't a daughter of neither Eve nor human but a Narnian Elf Tarren.
A tear felled, this was actually happening not a dream. For when I wake, it'll be another day at the manor, focusing on my studies and singing lesson with Mrs. Macready or tutor from the university to teach me an elective and flirt. My older self, wiped the tear away but didn't say anything.
"Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan, ú-'eveditham, Gwen."(There is much you have yet to do. We shall not meet again, Gwen." Gwengwyvar said.
"Tolo dan nan galad (Come back to the light)" She whispers as Gwengwyvar kissed my forehead. "for when you wake we shall be one again know that I am the voice."
"I hear your voice on the wind
And I here you call out my name
'Listen my child', you say to me
'I am the voice of your history
be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call and I'll set you free"
/…
My eyes opened and gasped out from my dream only to regret it when pains stabbed though my spine. I groan laying back down only to find myself in a dark room; with the exception of light from the silver moon that eliminated through the balcony. I had no idea what time it was or where I am, but in a comfortable bed and pain in my stomach. Embracing myself, only to discover my left arm was tied to my chest, great I broken it again. This is the second time I damage my left arm in one week! Am I that much of a hazard to myself?
Suddenly I heard a snore; I looked to my left to see that elf man again. Sitting on a chair vast asleep was the Edhel from before. From his position it must be uncomfortable. I looked deeper into his features from the amount of light given. He was a tall and extremely handsome young man: with chiseled features, dark hair, and from what I remembered onyx eyes. I stared at his neck and spotted a misshape necklace . . . Lucy gave Black fang that necklace. Could it be possible that this elf was Black Fang? Black hair, black fur it could be possible? But this was another male elf not a horse size wolf. And another thing wasn't I the last of the elves?
"You're awake." I flinched as the stranger smirked and open his eyes and sigh "Calmed down sister, I won't hurt you?"
"Who are you and why do you call me sister?" I asked question still on guard while my head was going through new information from lost memories.
The Elf sighed and rubbed his temple. "You would've called me Fang when I was in wolf form. Pity, My name is Chronos Xerxes Estel your older brother." He then chuckled, not a funny one but an amused one. "When Aslan told you lost your memories I couldn't believe it."
"But how can you be Black Fang if you are elf?" I demanded.
"That's my ability. Like you being a seer, I can project my animal spirit. When the white witch turned me to stone I projected my soul in hope in finding you Gwengwyvar… or is it Gwen?"
"Any other," I answer; surprisingly he tucked a strand of hair out of my face. "Where are we?"
"Cair Paravel. You've been asleep for the entire day and half. It took a lot of my spiritual powers and fire flower to heal you physical and spiritual." Chronos replied. "Even call upon your past self to awaken thee. Do you…do you remember anything?"
I sense he was desperate in my deposition to remember. It must be hard for him for me to look at him like some stranger instead of ones kin. I closed my eyes and remembered a few memories that consist of the old age of Narnia. I remembered our last encounter in the Garden of our castle under the willow tree while the waterfall glazed the winter air. For I was afraid in a vision I had of not seeing him and turned to stone. The night he was going to fight Jadis army.
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Flashback
Chronos walked out of his chambers cautiously to sneak out to join his men for battle. He didn't want to wait for his father and sister who planned out a strategy to wait for a vision. Not after his mother was killed by the white witch and his fellow brethren. It was a selfish reason but he wouldn't dare let this corrupt woman destroyed everything Narnia stand for.
"Nach gwannatha sin?" (Is this how you would take your leave?) Gwengwyvar asked out of nowhere behind the pillars.
She was in her blossom state of nineteen when she was actually 1900 years old. She stayed among the shadows under her silver cloak while watching her Brother Take leave. Chronos stopped his steps and turned around to face his sister. His reason to fight. Gwengwyvar may be holding their fathers traits but she held Alvina eyes and grace. If she died then his Edwin (Life) you fall.
"Ma nathach hi gwannathach or minuial archened?" (Did you think you could slip away at first light - unnoticed?) Gwengwyvar asked tapping her temple before coming out and walked towards the garden as snow began to fall.
Chronos sighed in defeat. He knew it was impossible to dodge the seer power. Unlike his illusion projections to full the mind the future is untold. So he had to prove her wrong to succeed in joining his troops. Even if it mean being a coward.
"Ú-ethelithon." (I will not be coming back.) Chronos snapped in persuading his sister.
Gwengwyvar chuckled shaking her head. "Estelio guru lîn ne dagor. Ethelithach."(You underestimate your skill in battle. You will come back.)
"Ú-bedin o gurth ne dagor."(It is not of death in battle that I speak) Chronos groaned from her antics.
"O man pedich?" (What do you speak of?) Gwengwyvar chuckled. That was when she scowled looking down to her Edwin pin holding it tightly.
Chronos saw this and took her hand into his. "Man cenich?" (What did you see?)
"I saw you turned to stone. Jadis possessing the wand, Crystallos…" She replied looking up in tears. "And yet you return on my dying breath. Please don't go so soon."
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"Nauthannen i ned ôl reniannen." (I thought I strayed into a dream) I said sitting up to cradle his face. Chronos sighed in relief and lean into my touch. "Gwenwin in enninath. Ú-'arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth i pennen?" (Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?"
"Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha."(You told me once, this day would come.) Chronos answered taking my hand to kiss it. "Dolen i vâd o nin."(My path is hidden from me.)
"Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha."(You told me once, this day would come.) Chronos said.
"Mae," (yes) I agreed with a smile remembering everything. "However, why is my arm tied up?"
"Just a precaution too let the bone heal, by tomorrow it'll be one." Chronos chuckled from the change in topic. "Forgive me."
I scooted some and let him join me on the bed. We stayed silent for a while. I rested my head on his chest. It felt familiar like we always did this, then I cried softly letting tears fall.
"What's wrong Gwen, why are you crying?" Chronos asked worried for me as he wrapped his arms around me in a brotherly way.
"Because, because I'm not alone anymore." I cried. "I'm not the last elf . . . and I got my brother back."
He rubbed my back continuously "SSSHHH, tis alright. I'm right here, and I never leave you again. I promise. I'll stand by your side no matter what."
I hope not. We lost so much and gain so little after this war against Jadis. Our kingdom, home, Atar, Adar, friends, and such; we always had each other. A hundred years of separation doesn't falter our bond we held as siblings. Let us hope that our future gets better after all this trouble.