Post by Squishy on May 6, 2009 18:24:57 GMT -3
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The year, 2338. Eighteen years after Miraz's defeat and Narnia is once again saved. I know you all know that after the movie the Pevensie's leave and return home only to come back 2 years later and travel the world. Well on this site, things are different.
The Kings and Queens of Old missed their beloved Narnia. Yet the oldest sigblings, Peter and Susan were quiet sure they were to leave forever. But luckily it was not their time just yet. Although Miraz has been long since gone, his son however was not. With all the commotion everyone forgot about the little Miraz. That was the last thing they should have done. Now at a mere age of 18 he is certain to find revenge again Caspian, Narnia, and the Pevensies. But the only way to do that is to summon the biggest threat of all. The Witch Witch.
While sitting at their cousin's house, Edmund and Lucy were watching the rain fall on their cousin Eustace's house. Leaning their chins on their ands they let out a sign. "What do you think Caspian is doing right now?" little Lucy asked. Glancing over at his younger sister he raised his eyebrow. "Lucy, its been over a year now. We shouldn't be worring ourselves about that anymore." secretly he wondered the same thing. He missed Narnia and knew his sister did too. But there was no point in dreaming. Susan had gone to America with their mother and Peter was with Professor Kirke studing for school. It had seemed that the good old times were long gone. "You guys are boring me. Lets go do something." a familiar voice came up behind the two. Edmund turned around to look at his cousin. "Its raining, what is there to do?" he stated. "Hide and Seek!" Lucy said excitingly. "Thats a babies game. Were men, we don't play with little children." Eustance said, placing his hands on his hips. "Excuse me! You don't talk to my sister like that!" Edmund stood up, getting in his cousin's face. Normally Edmund would sit there and join his nerdy cousin but ever since the Witch he would stand by his family. He was a changed man. "Wait! Look. Whats that?" Lucy said, walking over to a nearby painting. It was strange. She had never seen it before, or maybe it was new. Her eyes fell over what looked to be a castle with stained glass windows and a crowd of a hundred surrounding it. The sun was beaming on the castle, making it look like a fairy tale. But before she knew it she felt a gush of wind surround her. As if the painting was trying to suck her in. "Lucy!" Edmund screamed as he got a hold of her arm, being pulled in as well. Eustance was scared, not sure what to do. But at the last minute he grabed Edmund's arm and found himself not in his living room anymore.
"Now Peter, tell me what the square root of 9 is." Professor Kirke asked. Peter banged his head on the wooden desk. Frustrated and tierd he could not take anymore for today. He could feel his head pounding. If only he had Susan's tolerance. "Alright, I know your frustrated. That will be enough for today. Good work though, Peter." Kirke stated as he walked to his desk and help up a pipe. As Peter stood up he grabed his books and walked out the door, turning the corner to his room. With all this studing it was hard on him. He missed his siblings and he missed Narnia. He had been thinking about it for quite a while now. But soon dismissed it. He knew there was no chance in him going back. Letting out a sign he turned the corner and walked into his room, closing the door behind him. Throwing his books on the couch he slouched himself on the arm chair. Letting out a sign he looked around. With 3 siblings it was hard to adjust to such quiet. But he would find himself bored out of his mind. It was a nice day out, so walking through the courtyard did not sound too bad for him. He needed the fresh air. After a few minutes of turning corners and walking down stairs he finally managed to get outside. Placing his hands in his pants pockets he walked towards the garden. His favorite place. As he came up to the well in the middle he peared down into it and droped a small rock. He knew there was water down there and knew how far down it was. Everytime he came here he dropped one in. Letting go of the small peble he watched as it hit the wall and fall down. After a few seconds he hadn't heard anything. Which surprised him. Taking a closer look he couldn't see anything, it was too dark. But before he could move he felt something strong push on his back, making him fall through the well.
City lights, loud noises, and lots of people filled the streets of New York, America. Susan was astonished by the city. It captured her. She was a young woman in America. "See honey, I told you this would be fun." her mother said. As they walked down the crowded street Susan glanced over to her right and noticed a picture on a nearby store. It had the symbol of a lion on it. Aslan's symbol. Looking back at her mother, then at the symbol it was gone. "Now I'm just going crazy." she said, shaking her head. "What was that dear?" "Oh nothing. Look I want to look around some more. I'll meet you back at the hotel, ok?" she asked her mother. She was quite aware of how to take care of herself. "Of course, honey. Just don't be too late." she said as she walked down the street. After an hour she started to get tierd. Walking everywhere had taken a tole on her. Heading back into her hotel she made her way towards the elevator. She loved it. Walking up and down stairs was not her favorite. Especially carrying heavy bags. Closing the doors she pressed for the 5th floor and started to feel the elevator moving. As she got closer to her floor she could feel the elevator getting faster. Quickly she pressed the different numbers but not luck. She was scared for her life. But before she made it to the top floor she passed out.
"Now, your majesty. What are we to do. He is making his way to her now." a old man said. "I know. I have already summonded the Kings and Queens of Old." the older Caspian said, now at the age of 20. "But is that still possible? Aslan said that they were to no longer return." another man said. Walking towards the white horn on the nearby table he held it up. "Well Aslan doesn't know everything. We can not do this alone. They know this country better than us and have served us once before. If we want to survive then we must put out lives in their hands." Caspian commented, holding up the horn high. The other soldiers and creatures nodded at their King's words. Ever since the disapearence of his wife he has been on a blood streak. He thinks that his cousin, Miraz II has something to do it. He knows he's involved. All he has left is his young son Rilan.
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