The Return of the Siren Queen

Prologue

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis owns everything, I only own Rachel and Darian, Diane, and… oh, you'll figure it out.

Setting: Just after Aslan has welcomed the children back to Narnia. Right after he'd played with Trumpkin.

"Yes Please. " Trumpkin's wavering voice made the children laugh. Aslan, too, was smiling, as much as a lion can smile. Then, he turned serous.

"Sons of Adam, and Son of Earth, you must go down to the mound, and deal with what you will find there." Next, he turned his burning gaze on Susan and Lucy. "Daughters, you must stay with me, for I have other work for you to do." Finally, he spoke to them all. "But first, there is someone I wish to introduce you to." Turning towards a nearby groove of trees he called. "Come forward daughter, and meet your predecessors."

At the call, a small figure stepped out from behind a far away grove of trees, startling all the children and Trumpkin very badly, for none of them had even detected its presents until that moment, which is bad enough for the former kings and queens of Narnia, but completely humiliating for a dwarf. Timidly, the figure walked forward, until the companions could tell that the figure, was a she. With one hand, she nervously smoothed her once white blouse, frantically trying to wipe away the red-brown liquid which now stained the entire shirt. With her other hand, she tried to unfray the now torn ends of her gray skirt. The wind blew her now stiff hair, the color indistinguishable, for it, too, was stained with the same red-brown liquid. Only her eyes hinted at the person underneath the grime, and they were large, and a deep blue, surrounded by long, thick, dark lashes, and as she smiled shyly at the others, they shone with a quiet, and slightly cocky strength.

Trumpkin was the first to speak. "Cobbs and Kettles! Not another one!" Her shaky smile grew a little bigger at that, obviously amused at his bewilderment, then; she winced, one hand unconsciously moving to her shoulder, from which the red brown stain had apparently come from. Lucy's own shyness was immediately overcome with her natural desire to take care of the weak and wounded.

"Oh no, you're hurt! Here let me put some of this cordial on it!" The girl nodded, still grimacing in pain. After Lucy had applied the cordial, she looked down at the girl, guessing she was about her own age, maybe a little older. She also noticed, with some surprise, that the girl wasn't surprised at the Cordial's effect. As soon as the wound was cured, the stranger looked up and smiled a slightly crooked smile, revealing a dimple in one cheek.

"You must be Queen Lucy the Valiant." Lucy stepped back, then nodded, struck silent by this stranger, who knew her, and her title (which no one from her own world should have known). The girl, however, simply got up and continued; standing before each Pevensie, and telling them their ancient name and title. Next, she stood before Susan, eyes playing over her black hair, and dark blue eyes. "You must be Queen Susan the Gentle." Susan nodded, as dumbstruck as Lucy. The girl curtsied beautifully to both of them, a curtsy that spoke of much experience in not just courtly, but also Narnian manners. The girl kept going, standing next before Edmund, she scrutinized his blonde hair, and his brown eyes, so much like Lucy's. "You," She said with unwavering certainty, "Are King Edmund the Just." With that, she executed an even more beautiful curtsy than she had given the girls. Finally, she came to Peter, she smiled, her eyes dancing over his curly brown hair and his blue eyes. "And you must be the High King Peter." She said, dropping in the same graceful curtsy she had given Edmund. The four siblings looked to one another in shock, not knowing what to say; Peter was the first to find his voice.

"Well, you seem to know us, but, who the devil are you?" He asked, so confused, he forgot his manners. She simply smiled, and turned to Trumpkin.

"Have you guessed it, son of Earth?" She asked, looking him right in the eye.

"I think I have, eggs and bacon! If I hadn't a seen you now, instead of a day ago, I wouldnta believed it, but we did call for help, and the Doctor did say that you were as likely to come as the others." His eyes scanned the four Pevensies, and the Great Lion standing nearby, watching the proceedings with a quiet amusement in his eyes, then Trumpkin returned his gaze to the girl. "Since they're here, it makes sense that you would be here too."

She rolled her eyes, obviously fighting the urge to laugh with the pure joy of the delicious secret she shared with the lion and the dwarf. "Yes, dwarf, but do you know who I am?"

Trumpkin stamped his foot. "A course I do! You are the High Queen Rachel the Courageous!"

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