Disclaimer: I own nothing, warning mentions of non-permanent death, miscarriage, depression and incest.
"Normal speech"'
"Book" "Old Narnian speech"Nobody's P.O.V
It was a cool fine day in Narnia two weeks past the day the King's and Queen's of Old had left Narnia and there was something of a party going on. King Caspian had hosted and all of King Peter, Queen Susan, King Edmund and Queen Lucy's friends had gathered to try and chase away the sadness of there friend's and Monarchs departure. Even Aslan was there, when all of a sudden a white light filled the room.
A book and a letter sat innocently on the table. "What do you think this could possibly be?" questioned the recently crowned King Caspian X.
"I've no idea your Majesty, is this something to do with you" Reepicheep asked bowing in reverence to the Great Lion. He shook his head.
"Perhaps if we read the letter we shall find out what it is," He suggested. King Caspian took out the letter and read aloud:
Dear Narnian's,
This book has been sent to the Narnian court shortly after the departure of the four King's and Queen's of Old to show the true extent of their sacrifice and to tell you of their world so you may learn of a different culture. Nobody may leave until the book has been read entirely, normal time will have been suspended until the finishing of the book and by the time you have finished reading this the chamber will have sealed it self so that you physically cannot leave. No matter what you hear. Good luck! Nothing is, as it seems.
With love, The Emperor Over the Sea.
There was a pause before every door and window slammed shut and an ominous clicking sound signalled the locking of the door. "Oh dear" Aslan sighed, "Father does love to meddle. Would someone be so kind as to begin reading?"
"I'll read" Reepicheep volunteered standing over the book and flipping the pages to the first chapter.
Chapter one - Peter
When we walked unknowingly back through the wardrobe and out of Narnia it killed Lucy. In the sense that she stopped breathing and if Edmund hadn't covered her nose, pressed his mouth to her lips and forced air from his own lungs into her body she would be dead.
Reepicheep's voice faltered as it read on, before stopping in horrified silence as he read ahead silently. "I don't think I can read this," he said in a small voice.
"Why not?" Trumpikin asked quietly.
"Because it just gets worse," he responded, however at the pleading looks on everybody's faces he continued.
Susan fell into depression; in Narnia she had gleefully told us she had important news. Between the sickness she had for the past few months and the scream complete of gut wrenching denial when she realised half an hour later that she was bleeding from in between her legs led me to believe she was pregnant and had miscarried, when she was forced back into the body of an eleven year old. Edmund confirmed it.
"By the Lion" Caspian swore, "She lost a child, Queen Lucy nearly died tell me it gets better, please" he pleaded. Nobody else said anything desperately trying not to drown on there guilt, at some time or other they had blamed them for leaving Narnia, not knowing the cost.
Edmund, my beautiful no-longer husband of nearly fifteen years had refused to speak anything other than old Narnian when we were together, desperate to keep it all alive, though we were back in England. Even though we'd never forget, because we all carried the scars. All the scars we'd acquired in Narnia and there were many… Too many for any of us to forget.
"King Peter and King Edmund were married, for over a decade" Trumpkin whispered, but received no answer. Nobody had any inclination of the two Kings marriage, but now that they thought about it, it was almost obvious.
"I couldn't imagine it" a centaur said quietly, "Losing everything like that, and we blamed them… we blamed them" the last part was repeated and everyone was left feeling even more wretched than before.
When we left I was 30, Susan was 29, Edmund was 28 and Lucy was 27 years old, we are now 12, 11, 10 and 9. The next month at the Professors house I spent putting my family back together, it was difficult and we were all glad that we in a place that we didn't have to hide it.
"Hide it" somebody's temper had finally gotten the better of him, a satyr "Hide who they are, to fit into their original world? That is disgusting"
"Quiet" a man said coming into the room.
"Yes Lord Dionysus" the satyr showing respect.
"When I heard that you were reading about the Wild Queen I came immediately," he said taking a seat.
"The Wild Queen?" Caspian asked questioning, there where horrible stories about the Wild Queen, but only to the enemies of Narnia. Caspian felt a thrill of fear in the pit of his stomach.
"Lucy" he clarified. There was a stunned silence, the Wild Queen was said to be untameable, and free and when the lives of her people counted on it, exceedingly vicious, nobody survived a confrontation with the Wild Queen. The Narnian court had a hard time connecting the legendary Narnian Queen that the Tashbaan city revered to sweet little Queen Lucy.
We learned how to be children again, or as close to it as we could mange. We still slept lightly and woke with the sun, we trained every morning as we had once done and we still spoke and acted like the Kings and Queens we where. I'd raised my family once, I was quiet happy to do it again even if it wasn't needed anymore.
"I never thought of it like that, imagine being a child in a grownups body. How could they possibly know that they were coming back?" a centaur asked.
"Because it was all they had I suppose, the hope that they'd be coming home again" Trumpkin said.
It was a few day when a letter from Mother arrived telling us that we could come home, enclosed in the letter was a picture of Mother in front of the rose garden she had taken with her brand new camera. Lucy didn't know who she was and Edmund barley remembered her but never the less we packed our stuff and were on the train back the next day, with gifts from the professor.
"They don't even recognise their own Mother?" Reepicheep said anguished, "Didn't they have… I guess that King Peter really is there parental figure"
Swords for Edmund and I, a bow and arrow for Susan and a wickedly sharp dagger for Lucy. Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King of Queen of Narnia. One day we would go back, and we'd need to be ready.
"I don't know about all of you, but I for one am glad that they were ready" Caspian said looking around there were nods of assent from the room.
"Peter, I do not think that I can do this, Mother or no this woman is a stranger to thee" Lucy said forgetting to speak English. Smiling I slip back into old Narnian knowing it will reassure her.
"It's good that he knows how to reassure her" a satyr.
"But it seems wrong to me, Lucy ever needing reassurance" Dionysus said shivering almost violently, "I've never seen it"
"Have heart, my Valiant Queen we shall be with thy" I said in old Narnian, "All shall be well." We walked over to meet Mother I knew that I wasn't the only unsure one, but I hugged her and let her near my sibling's something that I didn't want to admit, was harder than it should be. Unconsciously we formed our regular grouping, Susan by my side, Edmund slightly in front of us and Lucy next to him, shoulders back and posture perfect.
"I wonder how many years that took before that became synchronised?" Trufflehunter asked.
"Just one" Dionysus said quietly, everybody was sufficiently impressed.
"Did you children have fun in the country?" Mother asked, looking behind us, Susan bless her, smiled convincingly, to those who didn't know any better and started chatting away.
Relief filled most of the room's occupants, but nobody said anything. Each of them desperate to hear how they dealt with being treated by children without someone knowing the truth anymore.
"Of course, we learnt so many things there, we all had so much fun" she prattled on, easily conversing with the stranger whom was our Mother. I suppose that some of Edmunds silver-tongue had rubbed of on her throughout the years.
"Oh hell" muttered Dionysus, the people surrounding him gave him a strange look. "King Edmund once convinced an ambassador from Tashbaan, that when his army was massacred when they attempted a sneak attack that they were to blame and should feel badly for the Narnian's, for having to kill them"
"Damn" a satyr said whistling, those were some fast-talking skills.
When we got home I believe we had run through all of the possible topic's for conversation, so when mother told us to 'go play' we hurried up to room Edmund shared with me. I think Lucy was about to start screaming.
"Queen Lucy? I don't see it. Her screaming at someone, I don't think I ever heard her scream at anyone," Reepicheep said, and he thought he heard Dionysus mutter, "Lucky"
"If she keeps treating me like I'm four, then by Aslan I'm going to… I have no idea what I'm going to do I just know that it isn't going to be pretty" she growled, considering that she had no qualms about attacking Aslan when she thought he'd warranted it I didn't doubt her.
"What? No seriously, what?" Caspian asked, "Forget it I don't even think I want to know." Nobody responded.
"Breathe sister-mine" Susan said taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, as had become custom at home. Part of Narnia etiquette that we'd adopted as second nature. "We can not have thy starting war with… Mother, she is after all only treating us as she believes is her right"
"That is fair enough, considering their Mother doesn't know any better" somebody sighed, there were mutters of agreement.
"But even if it his not her intention to patronise us, I can understand how thy might become vexed, as we you're royal siblings do share such feelings" Edmund told her before adopting an impish smile. "Even though I understand, you are being truly, once again our littlest Queen." I was torn between groaning and smiling, Lucy was going to kill him, but on the plus side she wasn't thinking about Mother anymore.
"I get the feeling that calling her little is like calling Reepicheep cute" the knighted mouse scowled. There were low chuckled, as the God of wine and madness muttered about suicidal Kings.
Life, as such as it was in the present circumstances, went on and Mother… Mother was screwed. I wanted to go home, to Narnia and crawl into bed with my husband and stay there.
Suddenly Aslan moved towards the window and rakes his claws across it.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out" he growled, trying to force his way out of the room. "I can't listen to this" he said heartbroken.
"If you don't quit it I'm bringing Lucy here, 27 year old Lucy" Dionysus threatened.
"You can't do that" Aslan growled hitting the window again, there was a flash of white light and there stood Queen Lucy the valiant, Narnia's Wild Queen in all her glory.
"There better be good Dionysus" she said holding her hands in her hips, "I have spent the last week on the battlefield, I have not slept, I am hungry, busied, bleeding and Susan shoved me into one of her heavy, frilly dresses that I can not breathe in so I could greet the visiting nobles in. Five. Minutes" her voice got progressively louder as she continued her irritated rant.
"I'm a God I can do what I like" he said, there was a whirling sound and a flash of silver as Lucy's knife imbedded itself in his stomach. "I was taking to him," he wheezed nodding in Aslan's direction and pulling the knife from his gut. Cleaning it and tossing it back.
"Oh, that is alright then" she said looking in Aslan's direction, "Oh Darling, what is the matter with thee" she said striding over and dropping to the floor and folding so far into him it appeared that she was trying to fold into his very skin, ready to fight all the monster of the universe with a serene look on the face.
"Nothing" he grumbled, struggling with the urge to purr as her hands were petting his fur. Her expression changed to one of wild anger.
"Do not" she said harshly digging her nails in and yanking his fur hard, "Presume to lie to me Kitten." The answering growl had everyone scuttle back…
Cliffhanger's don't ya just love them? Not! Sorry but I couldn't find a way to continue without doubling the chapter. I don't know if this is any good so reviews are pleaded for- I'll give you a cookie, thanks for reading.