Nevermore (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 1

Night had fallen, and the clouds covered the moon, but there was no need for light. What need could there possibly be? What dangers were there, high up in the sky? The absence of light was actually desirable, in this case. Less chance of being spotted and shot down. As they neared the canyon, mist swirling below, she flew higher. The tall turrets of the castle were just ahead, and the windows were lit. She couldn't risk being seen.

"Higher, Mavi!" She whispered, and the great beast that carried her beat his wings, climbing quietly into the clouds, until they broke through. The moon now shone freely on them, reflecting off Mavi's iridescent horn as he slowed, enjoying the peace and quiet. He always loved flying above the clouds. But soon, the playful energy of a youngling began to show through, and he swooped and dove among them. His sparkling wings shone silver in the light of the moon as they brushed through the clouds. Evelyn smiled as she reached her hand out, the cold feeling of crystallized water and air dancing on her fingertips as Mavi flew a loop-de-loop. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, letting out a whoop as Mavi flew another loop, the wind rushing through her long brown ringlets. It was so peaceful.

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Far below them, on the balcony of the tallest turret, King Miraz stood, waiting, nervously. Would his wife be alright? Would she survive the birth? Would the baby survive, his little prince? Would it be a prince? What if it was a girl? What then? A girl could not be his heir. No, it must be a boy, else...

"Lord Miraz?" Miraz turned to see Glozelle, his servant in the army, standing confidently, though a look of uncertainty passed over his face momentarily. "You have a son." Miraz smirked, seeing the clear hesitation and uncertainty in the man's eyes.

"The heavens have blessed us." Miraz smiled up at the stars, grateful for his future. "You know your orders, General Glozelle." He commanded, hoping that the promise of title as general would sway him a little more into what he had to do.

As he turned back, his mind now at ease, overlooking the canyon once more, the joyful sound of whooping reached his ears. He looked to the skies, searching for whatever made the noise, and something caught his eye. A shadow, just visible momentarily where the clouds thinned. He gasped, leaning forward. He could of sworn it looked just like...

But it was gone.

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Evelyn's eyes remained closed as Mavi continued to dive and swoop, enjoying the peace and tranquility that was so rare nowadays. The clouds that laced the air tickled her nose as Mavi sent them diving among another. It was moments like this that she lived for. Right here, right now, she could almost believe that everything was okay. That the Pevensies had never left, that Narnians still lived freely in these lands, that the Telmarines were back in Telmar, and everything was at peace. But that could never happen. Those were the dreams and fantasies of the little girl from the mansion, the one who had no idea who she truly was. The one who could never fulfil her destiny. Ugh, destiny. She'd never liked the word, it sounded so tacky, like a children's fairytale. But what else could she call it? Fate? No, that made it sound like she would end up beheaded. Too dark, too foreboding.

Well, whatever she called it, nothing could change what her life had become. Her only hope was that there would be something to change what it will be. She couldn't look back at the past, this she had promised herself the day of her brothers deaths. Aslan had warned her about the Pevensies, made sure that Evelyn knew what was going to happen a year before they left. She'd gone over one thousand years barely sparing a thought for her past life, why should she start now? No, she had to focus, focus on surviving. If she stopped paying attention, she could end up-

Dead!

The word rushed through her mind like the air that blew through her as Mavi spooked, alarmed by the colored flares being sent up into the air. No, not flares, fireworks! The Telmarines were celebrating! From what she'd heard, the only exciting thing happening to them was the birth of the king's child. God, what was that king's name? Marvis? Miranda? Milano? No, that was two kings ago. Or was it three? She couldn't even keep track anymore. It was a sign of how long she'd been around. In the stories she was called 'Et Perpetua Bellator', the everlasting warrior. No matter who wrote the books, whether Telmarine or Narnian, that was the one thing that stayed the same.