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Post by Rory Blake on Dec 18, 2011 22:39:26 GMT -5
  This place was beyond the term amazing and fantastic. It was as if someone had entered Rory’s head and extracted all of the imaginary worlds he had created and melded them into one. Normally one would be homesick after spending a week in a foreign place. But that was if someone had a home to go to. Rory had never found a place that he had been able to even remotely consider home. His life with his mom and even when he dad was still alive, was never much of a home. Rory knew that his parents were in the know about his….difference, and they chose to ignore it.
If Rory brought it up he could expect to have it beaten out of him by his father or sent to church to repent for the “sin”. Rory hadn’t chose this. If he had a choice he’d have a normal home life and a normal school life where he could go and learn and make friends without the fear of being teased based on his voice alone. If people actually knew? Rory shuddered to think what society would do.
That was why this place called Narnia was such a welcoming turn of events. He had a hard time initially but Rory quickly took to the idea of this magical world. Rory had met a few animals who talked even though they had some nasty things to say about a woman titled the White Witch. He stayed in a small cave with a rather nice—as surreal as it was to say—wolf family. They talked about some kind of old war when she previously lived in Narnia thousands of years ago. He felt like Mowgli from the novel he read once called The Jungle Book. It was truly a place that Rory felt he belonged, he wasn’t judged by the two wolves and their little cubs.
They proceeded to call him a Son of Adam, which Rory had no problems with. They cautioned Rory from wandering too far from the cave because of the spies of the White Witch. Rory had heard quite a deal of rumors about some old Kings and Queens that used to rule Narnia before the White Witch returned, some guy named Miraz and another called Caspian like the Caspian Sea back on Earth. Still, Rory wasn’t going to make a judgment until he met this so called White Witch. His company strongly advised against it and not exactly wanting to upset his new friends he promised to not go looking for her or for trouble as a matter of fact.
Perhaps it was that temptation of danger that led Rory to wander further from the cave than he had before. The forest was quiet, almost dead quiet and Rory knew that couldn’t exactly be a good sign. He nervously tugged on the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his school tie still around his neck, but loose. The blazer had been dumped back at the cave. It was cool out but still too warm for a blazer and a long walk. He pushed his bangs out of his face, not having the means to style it back each morning was one of Rory’s biggest regrets. He should have prepared for this…regardless of the act of finding himself in Narnia as a completely random happenstance.
“Should have brought some water too.” He mumbled. His throat was getting sore. He took a moment and sat down by the creek that had been his road for the last hour and a half. He had to be far from the cave by now. The wolves said they were still far east of the White Witches castle and not too far north from the others. By others Rory assumed the old Kings and Queens. He got tired of hearing about them to be frank. He moved to his knees and bent beside the creek and splashed his face with water before taking a few handfuls of water into his mouth. It was cool and satisfying for the time being.
Rory laid back on the grass resting his arms behind his head. This was as good a place as any to take a break and rest for a while. The wolves would probably be a little upset with him for being out for too long, but they had to understand he would be able to take care of himself. Besides with all due respect they were not his parents. Narnia didn’t feel quite like home yet but Rory was starting to have no problem with it becoming his home. Though, he had wished there were some books around here for him to read. Mostly his days were filled with wandering and daydreaming. It wasn’t a bad way to spend the day but Rory wished for just a little more.  WORD COUNT // 806 SONG // THE REAL WORLDWORD COUNT // mother of aslan that was long TAGS // open |
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Post by Jadis on Dec 19, 2011 3:47:05 GMT -5
Jadis had not ventured out from Miraz’s castle – or rather her castle – since she had gotten there two months previously. There was a lot to do in preparing a whole castle with one’s personal touches after all. Wiping out or chasing out the population that had been there when she arrived, cleaning up the mess that came from killing the Telmarine king, getting her new assortment of rather Telmarine-looking statues in some resemblance of order, and of course beginning to raise her army. The inherently cruel creatures that had never stooped so low as to join the Narnians were finally able to come out of hiding. Werewolves, ghouls, a number of black dwarves who had not turned traitor, hags, werebats, and an assortment of other creatures that saw the wisdom in coming to her side. There was not just raising an army, though. She had a country to pull back under her magical authority as well. It was a slow progress, but from the reports she was getting, it was progress nonetheless.
And also from the reports she was getting, there was a great deal of hostility among the country’s residents. To be expected. It had been the same way when she first took over from that weakling queen, Swanwhite I in 900. It had taken at least a year to pull all of Narnia under her ultimate control, but they soon learned not to buck her authority. This time though she had a reputation, which was highly useful when it came to taking over a world of creatures and beings that thankfully had not fully forgotten what power and force she was capable of wielding. Still, it was good to check on them. Keep them in line. And last she heard, there was trouble south of the ruins of those old kings and queens’ precious Cair Paravel.
She was rather pleased with her own thought for keeping the horses, of the stupid not talking variety, that the Telmarines had left in the castle. There was a nice pure white strong one that was suiting her purposes well enough for this day’s journey, as the snow had not set in yet enough for her to take up her old tried and true sledge. It had been a long day’s journey unfortunately, but at least the trip had resulted in taking care of two more outposts of hidden Talking Beasts and refugee Telmarines along with the ones she had been aiming for, who were also stone now. She was rather pleased with the magic that had brought her back conveniently restoring the use to her wand. After all, as wonderful as running a person through with a sword of the Telmarine’s lovely new crossbows was, she still found her wand to be by far the most efficient.
Jadis was taking the long route home, checking for any more outlying troublemakers attempting to stir up rebellion in her new country. She had made it as far as Glasswater without running into anyone of real interest. Perhaps it was just that creatures were wise enough to avoid her. Smart move. She was riding, sidesaddle, along Glasswater when noise up ahead caught her attention. She rested her wand across the silky clothe on her lap so she could control the horse better. Luckily there had been enough supplies around the massive Telmarine castle when she’d cleared out its past inhabitants that she’d been able to make herself – using magic of course, as though she would do manual labor! – an off-white dress more fit for Narnia’s new returning ruler. And for the time being, she found a suitable silver crown among the treasures locked away.
It did not take her long to find the source of what had moments ago been a great deal of splashing and overall complete lack of effort to keep hidden. A boy, a Son of Adam, was sprawled on the grass near the river, water dribbled unceremoniously down his shirt and his face and the hair around his face wet. His clothing, from what she knew of the place and the few she’d met from there, pegged him automatically as someone from earth. The humans of Narnia did not dress in such unusual ways after all. After a moment, she spoke up, keeping her tone gentle as she had when she had first met the Son of Adam, Edmund. “These are dangerous times to be out on your own, Son of Adam…” If he was already aware of the war at hand and had sided with the Narnians, well, she could easily kill him. If not, then she could easily fool him. Overall, it seemed just another addition to a day that was going rather in her favor. |
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Post by Rory Blake on Dec 24, 2011 19:27:28 GMT -5
Rory had successfully lost himself in a daydream that involved him fighting off a great big dragon single-handed. He saved a prince, this time, from the beast and the Kingdom was entirely in his favor. And to show their thanks the people knighted him. The whole Kingdom came out to praise him. Rory smiled at the images playing around in his head. A very real voice broke through the imaginary cheers.
His eyes opened and Rory was up in a sitting position within a few seconds. Eyes wide he stared at the tall, extremely tall, woman standing close by. She was beautiful, in a certain kind of equally terrifying kind of way. Her voice was gentle and kind but her appearance would almost suggest otherwise. Just by her stature Rory was sure she wasn’t as kind as she sounded. Rory had enough experience with bullies and the cruel heart of others he knew when to detect the insincere nature of others. And despite the warning signal that was going off in his head, Rory figured she couldn’t be too bad. There hadn’t been anyone here in Narnia yet that turned out to be evil.
Rory continued to stare at the woman with the silver dress and knotted hair styled back. A silver crown sat on her head and being able to put two and two together, Rory figured this had to be that White Witch everyone had been talking about. The severity in her eyes told Rory to be careful but he had done nothing to upset her. This wasn’t even his country and as such nothing here had anything to do with him. Surely she would understand right? Rory steadily got to his feet not taking his eyes from her.
He swallowed her size alone making him nervous, “I’ve heard as much. But since they aren’t my politics I figured I’d be left out of whatever mess this place is in. And my name isn’t Son of Adam.” Rory said boldly. Even if this wasn’t the White Witch as he assumed, she was still apparently royalty and that couldn’t bode too well for someone with a cheeky mouth like Rory. He cleared his throat and folded his arms across his chest. “It’s Rory and I think I already know who you are. I’ve heard about you a lot since I came here. Nothing good on your part, but I feel like peop—animals elaborate and like a tall tale things get stretched.”
He breathed in and out through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly with each breath in. Rory tried his best to look calm and collected but he was in deed hesitant and scared being so close to this women. She was intimidating and Rory, being as small as he was compared to her didn’t stand a chance. Even his voice was meek in comparison to hers. Then again his voice was meek even to a lady or a normal man. “I don’t mean to s-sound rude but was there anything I could do for you….” his eyes flickered to the crown on her head. “Your majesty?” WORD COUNT // 518 SONG // THE REAL WORLDWORD COUNT // flattery will get you everywhere? TAGS // jadis! |
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