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Post by DV's Daughter_♥ on Jan 26, 2006 20:17:34 GMT -5
Yup this site is awsome
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Post by yodaman on Jan 26, 2006 20:37:55 GMT -5
good job vada you got it to page 3!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Courtney Solo on Jan 29, 2006 10:25:29 GMT -5
I love this site! I'm so glad I started it!
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Post by yodaman on Jan 29, 2006 13:45:07 GMT -5
we are too!
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Post by Courtney Solo on Jan 30, 2006 20:50:42 GMT -5
I'm glad u r glad!!! Like my new line in my sig? ;D
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Jan 31, 2006 18:16:22 GMT -5
<3 it!!!!
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Post by DV's Daughter_♥ on Feb 1, 2006 0:42:43 GMT -5
<3 it too!!!! ::::::DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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Post by yodaman on Feb 1, 2006 8:56:39 GMT -5
<3 it MORE than vada and obi!!!!! (beat that)
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Post by yodaman on Feb 2, 2006 8:19:31 GMT -5
;D
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Post by DV's Daughter_♥ on Feb 3, 2006 18:10:58 GMT -5
<3 it more than anything u can imagen
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 3, 2006 22:15:20 GMT -5
;D Thanx u guys!
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Post by yodaman on Feb 4, 2006 9:00:34 GMT -5
welcome! *bows non-stopping
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Post by anikanbabe on Feb 4, 2006 15:09:10 GMT -5
please write more!
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 4, 2006 20:30:36 GMT -5
Thanks, anikanbabe! ;D More's bein' written right now.
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Post by yodaman on Feb 6, 2006 8:10:58 GMT -5
cool
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 6, 2006 15:11:05 GMT -5
::bows::
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Post by yodaman on Feb 7, 2006 17:56:54 GMT -5
you're welcome
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Post by DV's Daughter_♥ on Feb 7, 2006 20:38:57 GMT -5
:clapps while standing up:
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 10, 2006 15:39:18 GMT -5
*hopes her short post pleases evry1*
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Post by yodaman on Feb 11, 2006 16:57:39 GMT -5
*not sure if pleased*
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Feb 11, 2006 18:30:34 GMT -5
caroline! goodness..............
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Post by anikanbabe on Feb 21, 2006 18:56:52 GMT -5
Come ON!!!! Please keep on writing. Am putting this on my dead webpages.
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Feb 22, 2006 17:48:57 GMT -5
ur dead webpages?
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 26, 2006 18:24:57 GMT -5
*wonders* I have written more... but I can't post it right NOW...
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Feb 27, 2006 16:26:34 GMT -5
dag-nab-it! y?
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Post by Courtney Solo on Feb 27, 2006 20:27:58 GMT -5
I am quite busy...
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Feb 28, 2006 12:28:29 GMT -5
ok.
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Feb 28, 2006 12:28:54 GMT -5
i forgive you
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 4, 2006 11:16:04 GMT -5
I'm SOOO sorry!!! I am seriously trying, ya'll! :praying: 4give me!?!?!
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 10, 2006 12:47:25 GMT -5
“Where could he have gone?” Lucy asked in concern.
“Unless he went off naked,” Susan pointed to Peter’s clothes lying on the cabin floor. “I think he and High Queen Rebecca are in Narnia.”
Peter Pevensie
I opened my eye and knew immediately that I was in Narnia. For one, there was snow. It was summertime in England. Two, there were trees. LOTS of trees. And if that didn’t convince you, the animals were talking. I looked around and realized I was in a Narnian hospital tent.
“-Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” A nurse was saying.
“Look, all I want to do is see if he’s alright!”
The nurse sighed. “We don’t even know who he is. All we know is; he appeared out of nowhere and in the direct path of a charging Centaur.”
“Well, let me talk to him and I’ll ask.”
“He’s pretty bruised up, it’s no sight for a lady.”
“Then why are you here? I’ve been part of the bloodiest wars you could name off the top of your head, and some there’d be no way you could know existed. You think a few bruises will make me so much as flinch?”
“Ma’am-“
“-Does he have clothes on?”
“Yes…”
“Then let me by.”
The nurse sighed. “Very well, but don’t excite him.”
I was now wondering who my visitor could be, after all, it’s probably been hundreds, maybe thousands, of years since I had been High King. I shouldn’t have been surprised when my visitor rounded the corner, but I was. Accept for the fact that her clothes were more Narnian (and men’s), she looked the same. The girl from the train station smiled.
“I saw you at the train station, didn’t I?” She asked. I nodded. “Why were you staring at me?”
“You had just performed the Centaurian maneuver, and I recognized it. I was excited at the fact that you might be a fellow Narnian,” I replied. “What is your name?”
The girl seemed to hesitate, then replied, “Becca. I was a maid to the High Warrior Queen. What is yours?” I decided to tell her the truth. Not that the truth would’ve mattered, I was probably so old “legend” wouldn’t go far enough.
“I am High King Peter Pevensie,” I responded. Becca’s eyes widened, and she curtsied gracefully.
“You majesty, forgive me, I did not-“
“-It’s alright,” I held out my hand to her. “Friends?” She grinned and took it, I kissed her hand regally.
“Yes … friends,” She replied.
“Do you know why we were called here?” I asked.
“All the High Kings and Queens have been summoned. The White Witch has returned.”
Rebecca Neberrie
I wonder how long I can keep my secret form King Peter. Yes, it’s true, (and painfully obvious), I am the Warrior Queen. I can’t help but want to tell the truth. However, telling the truth requires trust. And though I suspect King Peter is trustworthy, first impressions are not always accurate. He must show he is capable of keeping my secret well. If the Witch finds out … things will not go well. Though I want to keep a low profile, acting insecure and timid can be so difficult at times! Blech.
“We have been summoned to the strategy tent, majesty,” I said humbly to King Peter.
King Peter took my hand. “Please, call me Peter. ‘Your Majesty’ sounds like you think I’m better than you.” I’d like my hand back now…[/color] Score One for King Peter.
“Alright, Peter, we should get going,” I dragged him ito the tent. Immediately, I had a ‘million’ admirers, all jealous of the man holding my hand. I didn’t care in the least and pulled Peter to the battlefield arrangement table. The setting was ALL WRONG.
“The archers are practically useless at the sides! The army could kill more, sooner too,” A man argued.
“He’s right,” I stepped in. The archers should be hidden behind boulders on this up rise. Facing both ways, so no one can sneak up behind them. There should be a couple of them right by the passage in which the opposing army must enter. Then, our soldiers can take care of the ones who escape the volley of arrows alive.” The mouths of the argumentative men dropped. I pretended to be embarrassed.
“Who are you?” One asked.
“M-my name is Becca. I used to tend to the Warrior Queen,” I stuttered. Being timid is so complicated at times.
The other man smirked. “A maid. She wouldn’t know anything about battles. I still say my idea…”
“-Listen to me! If you do it my way, there will be less casualties. I guarantee it,” I interjected, tired of being ‘shy’.
“Yeah, on their side. My way is practically the opposite of yours,” Which shows us what???[/color]
“And yet, YOUR way will end in great tragity,” I was starting to wish handmaidens could carry swords.
“Girl, I’ve seen a far many more battles than you have. I know what will work,” The man scowled.
“He’s got you there, Becca,” Peter frowned.
“No, actually, he doesn’t,” I said softly, not wanting to attract attention.
“You wanna prove it, maid? Then show me,” The foolish man challenged.
“N-no…” I stuttered. The idiot charged me. I kicked the air next to his head.
“HA! You – UMPH!” I slammed my fist upside his chin, then as he tripped backwards, I lowered my right arm just below his hips, and he flipped over backwards and landed on his face.
“I do not want to waste our time with foolishness, friend,” I stated. “If you wish to change the battle plan from mine to yours, so be it, Just do not come to me when you have lost.”
“Thank you for your time,” The man stood up hastily. “My name is Palvon. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Peter bristled.
“Hey! You toss her out, you toss me out!”
Palvon stared at him blankly. “Who are you?”
“He is High King Peter Pevensie,” I stated quickly. “And I lied about myself, Palvon. If you perform the battle your way, you will surely die. I should know. I was also the High Warrior Queen’s armor carrier, and I’ve fought beside her in over 5 wars and 300 battles.”
Palvon’s face paled. “Then you must know what you’re talking about,” he nodded to the other men. “Set the battle … to Miss Becca’s plan.” I smiled. I have won.[/color]
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