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A Sorta Fairytale	By : breakablebeings Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 2547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: Kinder Words
Nik climbed out of the water and fell on her knees. She closed her eyes, and shook her head.
“No, no, no. This isn’t happening. I'm still in the park. I probably just hit my head or something when I fell” she thought.
But in her heart of hearts, she knew it wasn’t true. Somehow, she had ended up on some strange beach in a place that obviously was NOT New Zealand.
She stood up and brushed the sand off of her jeans. Her wet jumper weighing her down, she pulled it off too and tossed it on the beach. She took a deep breath in order to regain control. Nik was a rational and practical being by nature and choice and she immediately felt childish with her panicking.
“I’ll simply find out where I am. Maybe I got caught in an underwater tornado or something or other. I’ll just find some people, figure out where I am, figure out how close to home I am, and Bob’s your uncle.”
Taking another breath, she began making her way to the forest that lined the edge of the beach. She looked around as she walked. The beach was surrounded by huge rocky cliffs in the distance, and the thick forest around the edge. Standing in front, Nik wasn’t too sure if it was a good plan to venture in the pine needle covered trail with her bare feet. She let out a sigh, and began tentatively making her way through. Nik immediately knew this wasn’t a normal forest. The trees were too animate, swaying and dancing in imaginary wind. She felt weird, as if she had something inside her trying to break through her skin, but it couldn’t. Her head felt too heavy for her body, and her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth. She reasoned it might be the change in air. Maybe this strange place didn’t have enough oxygen or something.
Beginning to pant, though she hadn’t traveled very far, Nik found a large boulder lying in the path. She sat down and put her head between her legs fighting nausea.
“What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so crook?”
She raised a shaky hand to push back her sweaty fringe. Nik had never been prone to fits before, and was in top health. So why had that short trek from the beach to the middle of the forest taken so much out of her? She sat back and rested for a moment to catch her breathe. She was ready to rise up and continue when she heard a faint crack, like crunching branches.
She jumped up and her reflexes caused her to form fists with her hands.
“Who’s there? Well come on out then instead of creeping around,” she yelled sounding way braver than she actually was.
Whoever was in the bushes stopped moving. Nik looked around. She was hearing movement around all sides of her now.
“Come out I said!”
In a split second a cry came from around her. Out of nowhere a group of young boys jumped out and tackled Nik to the floor. She rolled around, struggling to toss the one on her back over. But he had locked his hands around her neck and was hanging on tightly. One was grabbing her hands and binding them forcefully back behind her.
“Let go off me!” she yelled, struggling with all her strength. Her attackers’ response was to only flip her on her back and sit on her legs. Nik craned her neck to look at her assailants. What she saw caused her to shake her head. They weren’t boys; they were little men! Men were the closest she could come to describing them. They weren’t quite human, but she couldn’t think off anything else. The strange men had sharp, squinty eyes, and long tangled beards. They were wearing what looked like archer clothes and were carrying wicked looking swords. She was so gob smacked it took her a moment to realize that they were talking about her like she wasn’t presently being used for a chair.
“I say we just kill her now and get it over with. She looks too much like a Talmarine for my liking,” the one with the red beard sneered.
“Now Hauntanew, we can’t just kill her. The kings and queens have forbidden such behavior” one said. He continued to peer at her as if she was the exotic creature rather than him.
“Bah, they’re not with us. I say we just slit her and leave her for the dogs,” the one apparently named Hauntanew said.
Nik noticed that in his conversation with the other two men, he had relaxed his position on her legs. Taking her cue, she kicked out and knocked him off. Flipping on her stomach, she tried to wiggle away.
“Get her!” the other blond man yelled.
Struggling to her knees, Nik attempted to rise to her feet. The man who wanted to turn her over to the “kings and queens” grabbed her around the middle and forced her back on the ground. Nik thrashed around attempting to force him off. Her attempts were cut short, however, when Hauntenew punched her sharply on her head. Stunned for a moment, she stopped struggling and lay still with her eyes closed, fighting against unconsciousness.
“Hauntenew that was not-“, but the man on her back’s words were cut short with his gasp. With shaking fingers, he reached down and pulled down the strap of her top.
“What are you doing? Get the bloody hell off of me!” she yelled.
His only reply was to swat her head where his comrade had hit her.
“Hauntenew, Corin, you lot better come take a look at this.”
The two men came over, and each repeated their leader’s astounded gasp.
Hauntenew leaned forward and grabbed her hair to pull her head up.
“How long have you had this girl?”
“Hauntenew! Let her go!”
“It can’t be true Lredin. Those are just fairytales for elven babes who can’t be put to sleep.”
Corin leaned further and traced his fingers on her back.
“It’s definitely him a’ right. No mistaken that mane. Girl, how long have you had this?”
“Had what?” Nik ground out. Her head was beginning to swim, and the feeling in her legs was leaving her. She just wanted to go home and be with her mum.
“The lion girl, the lion. How long have you had the mark of Aslan?” Lredin asked impatiently.
“Please just let me go. I don’t know who this Aslan fellow is. The only thing on my back is my lion tattoo. Please, I just want to go home.”
“What should we do with her?” Corin asked Lredin, as if Nik hadn’t spoken.
“Not sure. Been years since Narnia’s seen a daughter of Eve. I believe that a journey to the kings and queens is in order. They’ll know what to do,” he replied.
“I'm not going anywhere with you buffs. And for the last time, geroff me!”
“How do we move her? She’s putting up an awful show.”
Hauntenew picked up a rock. “I know how.”
And with that, he clocked Nik clear on the head.
“Peter! Will you get out of bed already! I thought you were training the troops today.”
Peter groaned and rolled over in his bed, trying to block out his sister Susan’s voice. He hadn’t gotten much rest last night; he had been suffering from insomnia as of late. He had finally managed to doze off around dawn, and it was already time to rise.
Susan pulled open his curtains. Turning, she frowned down at her brother’s form. She could see the shadows underneath his eyes from the window. She let out a sigh. She and the others had been worried about Peter lately. He hadn’t been sleeping much and was completely knackered during the day. Every time one of them approached him about it, he just gave them a weary smile and told them not to worry.
“Just a few more hours, Susan please. I didn’t get much sleep last night I'm afraid.”
“Sure Peter. I’ll have Ed help out again. Maybe you need to see a healer for your sleeping problems.”
“Su, can we please discuss this later,” came Peter’s muffled reply from underneath the pillow.
“Susan let out a huff as she shut the curtains and left the room.
It seemed like two minutes instead of two hours when a centaur attendant named Herkle knocked on Peter’s door.
“Sir, there’s some elves here to have lobby with you. They… They have something I think you need to see.”
Herkle softly closed the door behind him, knowing his king would be down soon. With a groan, Peter rose out of bed, washed up, and threw on some clothing to see what the hubbub was about.
He came into the sitting room to see Susan scolding an elf, anger lighting up her delicate features. Edmund must have come straight to them, for his was still in his training gear, dirt streaked across his cheek. He too had a look of disbelief and disappointment on his face. He noted Lucy was missing, and figured it was probably a good thing.
Peter strode in the room and all murmurs of conversation ceased. All three elves turned to him and bowed low, fist over heart.
“High King Peter, I am Hauntenew. This here is Lredin and Corin. We’ve found something we think you should see.”
“Not something, but someone,” Susan interrupted angrily. “And you took it upon yourselves to bind her!”
“Her? What do you mean Susan?” Peter asked.
Susan’s answer was to turn and point to the fainting couch. Curled up in a ball, back facing them and hands tied behind her back.
“What in the bloody hell were you lot thinking!” Peter grounded out. The elves jumped out of the way, quaking in fear of Peter’s anger. They had never seen their King so angry.
“Pl-, Please sir, we thought she could’ve been a Talmarine. And then we saw the mark on her back” spoke the elf named Corin.
Peter gently brushed the girl’s hair of off her back. He pulled down her shoulder strap slightly to see what the elf was fussing about. The girl had a picture engraved in the skin of her left shoulder of Aslan. His resulting gasp of surprise caused Susan and Edmund to gather behind him.
“It’s him,” Edmund whispered in awe.
The girl on the couch began to stir. Susan leaned over and quickly untied the ropes holding back her hands. The group moved back and waited for her to finish waking.
Nik moaned and rolled over. Her head was pounding and her tongue felt three sizes too big for her mouth. Plus the remnants of a wonky dream involving a magic river, unknown lands, and little men were floating around in her mind. She raised her hands, wondering why her wrists felt sore and rubbed her still shut eyes. She slowly opened her eyes and when her vision cleared she saw three other people and the group of little men leaning towards her. She sat up and let out a scream. Jumping up, she ran for the door, but her way was bared by one of the little men.
Nik turned to and fro looking for another exit, ignoring the pounding in her head. She took a look at the people around her. There were two young men and a young woman. The woman tentatively stepped closer to her. Nik, on instinct, walked back and threw up her fists.
“It’s alright. We’re not going to hurt you, well anymore than these brutes did. I'm Susan, and those are my brothers Edmund and Peter. Edmund is the one in the military gear.”
Susan was slight of frame and had soft thick brown hair twirled up. Her blue eyes and gentle smile made her relax slightly. But she still didn’t trust the white woman. Turning, she surveyed the boys. The one called Edmund was younger than Susan, but was almost taller than his sister. His pale skin was covered in dirt and his brown hair hung in sweaty clumps. He smiled wanly, his helmet in one hand and a broadsword’s casing in the other. That left the one called Peter. Nik felt her eyes widen as she took him in. He was tall, so tall that she probably would only reach his lower chest. He was lithe in frame, with lean muscles. He had thick golden blond hair and beautiful sea blue eyes. His full mouth was curve into a smirk as if he knew she found him attractive. Nik was filled with an instant dislike for this man who resembled her father closely. She sneered at him before turning back to his sister.
“Hello Susan. My name is Nik. I'm from-“
“What’s your real name?” Peter interrupted.
“What?” Nik asked, irritation growing steadily as she found her eyes taken in the way his shoulders bunched when he folded his arms against his chest.
“Peter, you’re being rude,” Susan snapped.
“I'm just curious Susan. I doubt her parents named her after a boy.”
“Nicollet. The name is Nicollet, but I go by Nik and only Nik. And my father had nothing to do with my naming,” she ground out.
Nik turned back to Susan. “How do I get back to New Zealand?” “And what the bugger are they?” she asked gesturing to the elves.
“We do have names you know, and we are right here” Lredin huffed out.
“We, my dear lady, are elves. I am called Corin, the one who tied you up is named Lredin, and the fool who hit you with a rock is called Hauntenew.”
Nik just looked at them in disbelief and turned back to Susan.
‘Where the bloody hell am I?”
Peter stepped forward, a wide grin on his face.
“Welcome, dear Nicollet, to Narnia.”
A/N: Thank you to all who rated and reviewed. Please keep it up. It means the world to me. To view Nik’s tattoo, visit the link below. Until next time,
Ta!
Breakablebeings
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