|The Narnian Elf Princess: Remade & Edited
Author: Silent Wolf Singer PM
Gwen Kirkes is the adopted daughter of professor Kirkes. When the Pevensies came to the manor during the Blitz, something magical happen to the five children. However a dark presence haunts Gwen for she discovers her true identity: not a daughter of Eve!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Peter Pevensie & Digory Kirke - Chapters: 12 - Words: 32,096 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 07-29-12 - Published: 06-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8173501
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The Narnian Elf Princess
I'm too lazy at the moment to put full on sindar words so bear with me. Words I gotten from Lord of the rings so they own it. T-T
Chapter 6: Aslan camp
An Empty abyss, void surfaces these lands, upon petrified yew trees. An eerie mist coved everything in hazed. Death written all around: not a single living organism. Except, for me and the Nazgûl! He stood before me, in piercing stares, sending shivers down my spine, holding his dark mace.
"There – is – no life in – the –cold, in the- dark. Here in- the void- only death." He whispersin demonic voices.
"A si i-Dhuath ú-orthorm Wraith." I said (The shadow does not hold sway yet.)"Ú or Narnia a ú or nin!" (Not over Narnia and not over me!)
The Wraith stood silent swinging his iron mace, stained with blood side to side. A pendulum, Death drawing closer for each step he takes; closer to his target. ME.
"Gerich faer Vara!" (You have a fiery spirit) he murmured.
He raised his arm, slamming his mace into my stomach with such force of distruction.
"La!" (No) I screamed sitting up straight, covered in cold sweat. I took in my surrounding to see I was in a descent tent, resting on a large pillow. It was morning; I checked the tent flap where some light seeped through. I breathe in heavily, observing myself to be dressed in a short, purple dress running towards mid-high, a raspberry color sash, and my left arm in a sling, tied close to my chest held in grey fabric. What in the world? Sitting up quick, only to regret such actions while my left shoulder protested in dire pain.
What happen last night? All I could remember was being at the Beavers dam, the Pevensie. Then Edmund went missing… Oh bugger, I was capture by Maurgrim after falling off that tree. Such a klutz I am when it comes to climbing trees. Never was able to find a suitable branch on last short moment. Black Fang, the wolf who spared me and then Orieus the centaur. He located my shoulder and then black out. Nothing. I need to find my friends or I fear for the worst. They hardly know Narnia with the pack on their trail.
"Becalm Gwengwyvar," announced a wild baritone voice. I paused out of fear, to feel the pillow I laid on moving while warm breath scattered behind me. Cautiously, I looked behind me to see I was lying on a lion, which had golden eyes. There was only one Narnian lion to possess such empathy eyes: Aslan. The lion nodded his head, "Nazgûl has sent you a message. Tell me Gwengwyvar, daughter of Dwynwyn and child of Digory."
I sighed, staring into his amber eyes. "There is no life in the cold, in the dark. Here in the void only death."
"I see," Aslan sigh. As if he senses, if not understands the message. If Narnia falls after this war then all life shall parish under fire and ice. Disrupting the balance of the deep magic he created. Wait a minute, how do I know all this?
"Aslan, why did you save me?" I asked. "I am nothing more than a failure."
"You are not a failure, Princess." Aslan replied calmly. "In order for the prophecy to be spoken, a life had to be taken. So young, you knew your future fate, not has been fulfilled."
"Destine fate between light and darkness." I muttered leaning back on the lion. "The Nazgûl and I?"
Aslan nodded. "Light and darkness. Good and evil. Angel and demon: too powerful to balance each other! Either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other is still alive" (A/N Got that the idea from Harry Potter.) Those where similar to what I wrote in my journal! Oh god, don't tell me I sealed another Prophecy?
'A wraith is death and elf is an angel. Both alone in one world stained in blood ties to each other soul!" the voice whispered inside my head again.
"So much darkness in Narnia, by Jadis hand," Aslan said.
I nodding, "The wraith is her knight."
"As you are mine," Aslan announced.
Silent engulfed the tent, sighing I got up to realize my ankle was sort of healed. I examined it, to see it held a deep bruised while wrapped. It wasn't sprain anymore just bruised; must be an elf thing to heal fast. Aslan gave a small smiled, nodding toward a chest. He gestured me to open it. Inside, I found Armor; feminine armor. Though center was a silk pillow where a small spearhead rested. The same spear from my dreams. I grabbed the spade, which a wave of memories of the spears history course through my eyes. It's siblings, how it was forged, by the elves. Then the elf king wielding it, afterwards me: from my past life. Suddenly I dropped the spear. "Athene" I gasped shock. The elf king was my father.
"Now Gwen, are you going to take responsibility to bring justice?" Aslan asked.
"Mae (yes)" I said pulling out a small leather box. I open the fine décor case to find a silver circlet similar to my ring; all twisted and turned like Celtic knots with Ivy leaves and tendrils intertwine in a slightly asymmetrical delicate design. It set a memory of my mother, my atar Alvina. It used to be my every day tiara, wore around, the forehead. My hair was groomed already in a, French braids. So I put it on, and then sheathed the spear head onto my belt with my twin daggers.
I took a deep breath and stood before Aslan. Even though, my memories are erased through the dimension of time. I know who I was and who I am today. In which I knelt down before the great lion.
"I am Gwengwyvar Dragonfly Estel Kirke of the Narnian elves, of the blood of Estel. I am Tarran and I swear to you Aslan, son of Emperor-Over-The-Sea. To join you against those who would harm Narnia and your children. My loyalty, faith, body and soul to thee." I pledged placing a hand over my heart in honor.
Aslan nodded as he placed his large paw on my good shoulder afterwards breathed on me. All those negative feeling blown away with a warm aura. When he removed his paw he looked at me with Pride. "Rise, Lady Gwengwyvar the everlasting, knight of Narnia."
I rose in behold of his grace, filled with pride, in redemption that was restored for; I shall not fail Narnia anymore. I've lost many love ones, friend, family, and comrades in the deviant acts of the Charn tyrant. For it was Narnia turn to grow in vibrant life once again. Digory Kirkes prove his loyalty, now I must face my crucible and restore Narnia to its righteous glory.
Suddenly a horn had blown a single to one thing; Guest and allies. Aslan chuckled, "Go wait with Orieus, Gwen. Your friends have arrived."
Bowing to Aslan, I practically ran out the tent to see many mythical creatures prepared for battle. Centaurs checking arrow and armor, fauns forging swords along with dwarves, and may more mythical beings at bay. This was actually happening, another war against Jadis?
"Man mathach?" (How are you feeling?) Orieus said.
I smile some at him in gratitude of his concern. "Im maer, Hannon le mellion." (I'm well, thank you my friend.)
Even though I hardly know Orieus since last night, I feel like I know him already. Maybe in my past life and we were once friends. I hope I could settle the bond that was broken and be friends again with the General. Silence engulfed the campsite as the future kings and queens approached the main tent. Aslan Tent.
Their eyes widen in relief to see me. Lucy smiling with delay, however, Susan sustained her from running. I held back a chuckle as Peter raised his sword to Narnia. Rhindon! Artimist pulse to her brother. The sword of man. A memory consumed my head of many forge for each of the great beings. Rhindon, the sword of Mighty. Athene, the spade of Wisdom. Mortalitas, the mace of Destruction. And Crystallos, the wand of Immortality.
"We've come to see Aslan." Peter announced.
Orieus and I faced each other and nodded, making space for his grace, bowing follow other Narnian. The Pevensie took example, kneeling down as Aslan the great lion, exited his tent in his mighty glory.
"Welcome Peter Adam's son," Aslan greeted to our new guest. "Welcome Susan and Lucy daughters-of-Eve. Welcome Beavers. You have my thanks, but where is the fourth?"
I frowned, knowing the answer. The son of Adam has fallen into treachery with the white witches grasped. Everyone raised waiting for the answer upon Edmund absents.
"That's why we're here sir." Peter replied sheathing his sword. "We need your help."
"We had a little trouble on the way," Susan added.
"Our brother has been capture by the white witch."
"Capture!" Aslan repeated in growl, which he noticed the disappointment on my face of knowing for this truth. "How could this happen?"
"He . . . "Mr. Beaver started, "Betrayed them your majesty."
"Then he has betrayed us all!" Orieus bellowed, riling up a crowd.
"Peace Orieus!" Aslan growled, "I'm sure there an explanation."
"It's my fault, "Peter said ashamed, all eyes on him. "I was too hard on him."
"We all were," Susan added placing a hand on her brother shoulder.
"Sir, he's our brother." Lucy pleaded; the first time to be heard and upset of recent events.
"All the more reason to make the betrayal worst, Lucy," I said taking part take in this audience. Then face the crowd, "For blood and flesh pierced is dull than a common betrayal upon kin. Jadis would do anything, even silver tongue an innocent child to commit many sins, locked in ones, young soul." The crowd calmed down to my words, soothing their hate towards the young king.
Aslan nodded in gratitude "This may be harder than you think. I'll do what I can."
Once the meeting of adjourn, Lucy ran up to me as we both hug. I lifted her up and swing with my good arm around in circles, "Thank God, you're all safe." I whispered in her hair.
"Even you Gwen," Lucy replied when I set her down. Next I was embraced by Susan who told me instantly what happen when Black fang escorted me away. I was shock to hear Lucy almost drowned. They wonder what happen to me, so I explain Black Fang changed sides and Orieus found me. Afterwards, I faced Peter as he stared at my sling brace arm. He must be remembering what happen that very night when the branch decided to give away. How he couldn't save me without ruining their location.
"Peter, I'm alright." I assured him. Suddenly I was in his arms; I stiffened at first then relaxed as I wrapped my right arm around his neck. It felt good to be surrounded in his arms, safe and warm. I shook that thought aside; I can't think that at a time like this. Not now at least.
"Gwen shall accompany you towards your tent daughters of Eve," Aslan announced as Peter and I pull apart.
"Thank you, Aslan." Susan said.
We bowed before Aslan, I lead Susan and Lucy to their tent where two Naiads await to get their majesties rested. Once inside the tent, Lucy instantly hugged me again. I stared at Susan who smiled.
"I'm glad you're safe Gwen," she whispers.
"As am I," I murmured and pulled back. "I worry for all of you when Black Fang took me away."
"Who again?" Susan asked, sitting down on one of the two beds.
"Black Fang, the black wolf who took me away, once served Maugrim. He's on our side now. Now I think about, it where is he?"
I stood up up taking a peek outside to see no wolf, but a leopard came in. "Pardon me your grace, "He said. "I bring news that your wolf has been interrogated and is accepted. Aslan is awaking his true form as we speak."
I sighed in relief, petting the felines head, "Hannon le, Leopard."
He bows, leaving us to our resting. I decided to help the sister get dress; however a young Dryad entered caring a clothed silver package. She addressed me in saying her name was Willow, spirit of a young willow tree. Her appearance looked to be around Lucy age. Although, her eyes were full of wisdom in other words older. As the dryad had willow vine hair that reached to her knees, bark brown skin that held the chipping of wood, and deep green old eyes full of wisdom. As she wore more vines and leaves in form of a short dress.
"Milady Aslan, wanted me to give you this," She stated, handing me the package wrapped in silver silk.
"Hannon le," I said, then open the package. In result, after pulling the strings to find an outfit. Not just any outfit, not a gown or sleepwear, but a silver train suit. On top was a letter. Strange, I didn't know Aslan could write.
A hundred years have passed since you vanished to another world, living your life as a mortal for sixteen years. Now tis' time to train and prepare for battle! I know your memories are gone and you hardly know the basics. But remind you that your skills shall never die. You were a master in Archery, knife fighting, and the spear lance. Swordsmanship wasn't your best weapon forqe however. But, I'm proud of you seeing your future progress in mastering the sword in England. I know from personally how you despise gowns, so I made you training attire.
However, during Battle you must wear Armor. Adar (Father) would be proud you along with Chronos who taught you well.
Be prepared in fighting against the Nazgûl, Gwen. He is more powerful than he seems. Trust Athene she'll protect you. Trust your daggers, Professor Kirkes made you. Trust Black Fang, he'll stand by your side. And Help the future kings and queens; they'll need your help as well, as does all of Narnia.
I am proud of you, my future self. Tis a shame we could never meet, but we shall become one in due time. You bear my powers, my skills, intellect, wisdom, agility, and stamina. Take time to accept who you are and enjoy this second life. Memories are possible to return but I doubt it. However, I apologies for the nightmares of brutal comeback and whiplashes along the way. Our seer powers will soon arise to you when in dire need or coming of age, when you are a woman of a thousand years in a few summers. Even your immortality shall awake in due time.
More notes and gifts shall be presented to you.
For now prepare,
Tarran Gwengwyvar Dragonfly Estel
Princess of the elves and warrior princess of Narnia.
P.S. I've seen this coming. Seer and all.
I laughed, god, I must have been annoying to my relatives and comrades, in my past life. Susan and Lucy tried to read the letter though frown since it was in elfish. I sighed; tucking Lucy hair behind her ear.
"It my past life writing to me, on future life but I won't be returning back to England. However, you have a choice, my Queen."
Once we were dressed. I put on my new gift; I dressed in black leggings that kept me warm and cooled, wearing a fitted silver grey sleeveless tunic and a leather grey belt. I strapped on given grey boots. I remove my circlet and put on a braided headband, then strapped Athene and my twin dagger onto my Belt.
This was actually feels comfortable to wear. Even though difficult to put on if it weren't for Willow aid. Lucy saw me wink when I tried to tie my sling in place. When she finished putting on her sky blue dress a frown mustered her face.
I sigh, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm fine Lucy, by two to three days, I'll be better than ever."
She shook her head, "It was frightening to see you hurt, when falling out of the tree. How much pain you were in, while walking away!" She replied then draws a crystal vial filled with red liquid. "Father Christmas gave me this. He said one drop would heal any wound.'"
"Lucy I'm flattered but-"
"Please Gwen, "She pleaded hazel blue eyes almost teary. I sighed in defeat, looking at Susan for help who just shrugged, as she put on her green archer dress.
Great. So accepting the Lucy offer taking the flask, "Thank you" I said, taking a small drop of the sweetest nectar upon my lips. To taste the essences radiating warmth of fire-flower through my body, till feeling my left arm numbness gone in seconds. Cautious, I flexed my arm, surprise how fast it healed from a simple fracture to a whole arm.
A smile graced my lips and I thank Lucy again "Forgive me, for I must leave and find my wolf and train. Rest Susan and Lucy, also stay close to the camp, are armed at all coasts."
They nodded as I left, hoping to find my wolf.