Post by Courtney Solo on Dec 31, 2005 14:30:56 GMT -5
I AM POSTING THIS IN FAN FICTION FORMAT.
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Author(s): [glow=blue,2,300]Commander Courtney[/glow]
Summary: Somehow, Peter Pevensie gets spontaneously sucked back into Narnia. He is surpriesed by the change and the only person he knows from his time is Aslan. High Warrior Queen Rebecca tells him that all the High Kings and Queens have been summoned back to Narnia for one purpose: the White Witch has returned.
Notes: [glow=purple,2,300]Well, this is just another one of those demented plot bunnies that bit me... I couldn't resist. [/glow]
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do NOT own Narnia or any of its characters. I DO, however, own High Warrior Queen Rebecca Neberrie.
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Peter watched the english soldiers march by enviously. "I should be fighting." He delcared. Susan gave him a look.
"Didn't you have enough of battle in Narnia?" She asked.
"I mean out HERE... where it matters,"
"What about the rest of us? If you went out to war, what would we do without Mom or Dad?" Susan finished the arguement.
Peter looked back out the train window. A certain girl caught his eye. She was passing the time by teaching her younger companion to hold a stick shaped like a sword. When the little boy dropped it accidentally, the older girl picked up the stick and showed him how to do the move properly. She was masterful, Peter observed, and she knew her way around swordsmanship. The talented young woman suddenly did a quick back-stab at the air, then twisted around, avoiding bringing the sword close by her backside. Peter gasped.
"What now?" Edmund asked crossly.
"That girl, she just performed the centaurian manuver! Only a Centaur could have taught her that," Peter exclaimed.
"You think she's been to Narnia?" Lucy asked, excitedly.
"I'm positive," Peter stated, still watching the young woman.
"Either that or she's smart," Susan muttered.
The girl was laughing now, her little companion has twisted himself up in his over-sized coat. She looked up, and for a moment her gaze caught Peter's. Her peircing hazel eyes sparkled when she noticed Peter's attention. He averted his gaze until, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her turn her attention back to her little friend. She was a beautiful, white-skinned, light brown haired 15 year old, only two years younger than Peter.
"Peter?" Lucy whispered. Her oldest brother turned his attention to her. "Do you think she has really been to Narnia?"
"I do," Peter looked back up. The girl was gone. "Where'd she go?"
The girl's younger companion looked around, alarmed. The little boy ran up onto the train. "Becca? Rebecca?!" He was crying out. The Pevensie children took pity on the boy and ran up to him.
"Are you looking for your sister?"
The little boy nodded. "C-Can you keep a secwet?" They all nodded. "I think she's gone back to Nawnia. She a High Qween thewre."
The Pevensie children gasped and turned to Peter.
He was gone.
Title:
Author(s): [glow=blue,2,300]Commander Courtney[/glow]
Summary: Somehow, Peter Pevensie gets spontaneously sucked back into Narnia. He is surpriesed by the change and the only person he knows from his time is Aslan. High Warrior Queen Rebecca tells him that all the High Kings and Queens have been summoned back to Narnia for one purpose: the White Witch has returned.
Notes: [glow=purple,2,300]Well, this is just another one of those demented plot bunnies that bit me... I couldn't resist. [/glow]
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do NOT own Narnia or any of its characters. I DO, however, own High Warrior Queen Rebecca Neberrie.
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Peter watched the english soldiers march by enviously. "I should be fighting." He delcared. Susan gave him a look.
"Didn't you have enough of battle in Narnia?" She asked.
"I mean out HERE... where it matters,"
"What about the rest of us? If you went out to war, what would we do without Mom or Dad?" Susan finished the arguement.
Peter looked back out the train window. A certain girl caught his eye. She was passing the time by teaching her younger companion to hold a stick shaped like a sword. When the little boy dropped it accidentally, the older girl picked up the stick and showed him how to do the move properly. She was masterful, Peter observed, and she knew her way around swordsmanship. The talented young woman suddenly did a quick back-stab at the air, then twisted around, avoiding bringing the sword close by her backside. Peter gasped.
"What now?" Edmund asked crossly.
"That girl, she just performed the centaurian manuver! Only a Centaur could have taught her that," Peter exclaimed.
"You think she's been to Narnia?" Lucy asked, excitedly.
"I'm positive," Peter stated, still watching the young woman.
"Either that or she's smart," Susan muttered.
The girl was laughing now, her little companion has twisted himself up in his over-sized coat. She looked up, and for a moment her gaze caught Peter's. Her peircing hazel eyes sparkled when she noticed Peter's attention. He averted his gaze until, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her turn her attention back to her little friend. She was a beautiful, white-skinned, light brown haired 15 year old, only two years younger than Peter.
"Peter?" Lucy whispered. Her oldest brother turned his attention to her. "Do you think she has really been to Narnia?"
"I do," Peter looked back up. The girl was gone. "Where'd she go?"
The girl's younger companion looked around, alarmed. The little boy ran up onto the train. "Becca? Rebecca?!" He was crying out. The Pevensie children took pity on the boy and ran up to him.
"Are you looking for your sister?"
The little boy nodded. "C-Can you keep a secwet?" They all nodded. "I think she's gone back to Nawnia. She a High Qween thewre."
The Pevensie children gasped and turned to Peter.
He was gone.