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The Lost Queen	By : roguey17 Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 23901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Fall of the Magnificent
The room was small but impressive. The walls were graced with paintings of great battles and endeavours. It was the kind of room that Harriet would have liked to explore in the past, but now her sole attention was focused on the enormous speaking lion and the young man standing in front of him.
Harriet remembered the abomination reffering to the young man as “High King” and then calling him aside.
This had to be a nightmare. Her faith was probably being tested, she decided. She had to get out of this unnatural place, because she knew nothing here could be real... the Lord would never allow a beast to talk, it was unspeakable.
Only then did she notice the pair had stopped talking and were now watching her with interest.
“Peter, this is Harriet,” the abnormality spoke. “I thought her prescence would help you understand things better.”
Harriet covered her ears and started to weep. “The Lord is my shepard, I shall not fear...” she began to chant to herself, as she felt a paw resting on her shoulder, she shrugged it away with a mad gleam in her eye. “Don’t touch me, beast!” she shrieked and resumed her prayer.
Peter looked at Aslan, confusion etched all over his face. “This child is not well,” he concluded. “Perhaps we should take her to see the physician...”
“No, High King,” Aslan replied solemnly. “You must hear what she has to say.”
“All right,” Peter said and sat down upon the large sofa that graced the left side of the room.
Only then did he notice something flash across the Lion’s eyes that he had never seen before.
Guilt.
“Aslan, please tell me who this Susan person is,” Peter asked urgently. “Is she a threat to Narnia?” He added gravely.
“I thought she was,” the lion spoke in a tone Peter had never heard. “But even I can make mistakes.” He stated firmly.
“I don’t understand,” Peter’s confusion was palpable in his words. “Who is she then?”
“She’s your sister.”
“Sister?” Peter laughed. “Aslan, Lucy is my only sister!”
“She is not,” Aslan said, his expression unreadable, as he turned to the window. “You have another sister, older than Lucy, younger than yourself...”
“Why can’t I remember her? Where is she?” Peter’s mind was full of questions. Suddenly a voice very much like his own resounded in his head.
My sister Susan, she’s no longer a friend of Narnia.
“She was a foe!” He jumped to his feet. “She only cared for the banal things!” He said mechanically, almost if he had been trained to give that answer.
“That is what I made you believe.”
“Aslan...” Peter’s eyes filled with horror at the Great Lion’s implications.
“Peter, you must understand,” Aslan moved away from the window and looked at the High King with pleading eyes. “She was a temptress, she had you bewitched...”
Peter remained silent, the Great Lion’s words sinking in.
“She made you her lover,” Aslan continued. “You were but a child!” he defended. “She was as wicked as Eve,” he said sorrowfully. “I couldn’t punish both of you, knowing you were innocent, knowing you were under her spell...”
“I don’t remember,” Peter said, tears threatening to fall. He had been his sister’s lover? And Aslan had punished her for it?
“I thought I did the best for you,” Aslan said with dignity, “I couldn’t allow her sinful behaviour here!”
“What about my sinful behaivour?” Peter asked, defiance written across his face. “I was with her and with countless others ever since!” He yelled. “I should have been punished too!”
“I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Peter!” Aslan retorted. “You were pure and innocent, it was all her fault!”
Peter couldn’t believe his ears. This couldn’t be wise and just Aslan! There had to be a mistake.
“It has to be a lie,” he said to himself.
“It is not,” Aslan said gravely.
Peter’s head turned to the weeping girl, ignoring the lion completley. There was something in her face that he couldn’t quite place. He was about to speak with her when she started laughing maniacally.
“You’re the father!” She pointed at him.
“Father?” Peter asked with puzzlement.
“Your bastard child grows in her belly!” She shrieked with laughter.
Peter’s eyes widened with horror. Susan was pregnant?
Aslan replied to his unvoiced question. “She bears your child, my son,.” he said grimly.
Peter shook his head as he felt the hot tears streaming down his cheeks. Before he knew it, he had fallen to the floor and started weeping in earnest.
Harriet looked at him with disdain and Aslan moved to place a paw across his shoulder.
“Do the others know?” Peter asked, thinking just how great this betrayal was.
“They don’t,” Aslan replied with sympathy. “That will change tonight,” he added grimly.
“Why now?” Peter asked with hatred.
“Because it was wrong of me to judge.”
The Great Lion moved towards Peter and blew soft air into his face, drying his tears. Peter shook with rage, Aslan’s betrayal had hurt him more than anything in his life. Suddenly, his vision grew blurry and his arms turned limp and Peter found himself unable to move. Although his body was still trembling uncontrolably, the High King lost consiousness.
He knew this place. He had been here before.
Then he heard it.
“I can’t!”
It was her voice.
He ran towards the door that separated him from her and opened it. An old man stood holding a slighltly younger woman, tears streaming down both their faces. Another man stood next to them, speaking in hushed whispers.
He didn’t pav them much attention until he saw her.
Sweat covered her forehead and her eyes were close. The white cotton sheets she laid upon were covered in blood. Yet her face was familiar. He slightly caressed her hand and she opened her eyes through heavy lids.
“Peter...” she said, her tone accusatory.
He finally knew who that voice belonged to.
SUSAN!
Lucy and Edmund stood by their brother’s bed. He was covered in sweat and his body trembled.
“Why is this happening to him?” Lucy choked back a sob.
Edmund shook his head bitterly. “Aslan said it was coming back to him,” he said, not once hiding his newfound dislike for the Great Lion.
“But we remembered at once!” Lucy cried. “We didn’t go through this...”
“I don’t know what’s wrong, Lu.” He said and swung an arm around his sister’s shoulders. “But he’s going to be angry when he wakes up.”
TBC

PS: The SMUT is coming in the next chapter ;)
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