"All this horn proves is that they've stolen yet another thing from us!" Jeers and protests echoed through the air.
"I didn't steal anything." She could hear his hopeless attempts at defending himself.
"Didn't steal anything?" Who seemed to be the ringleader of the discomfort cried out into the silence. "Shall we list the things the Telmarines have taken?" Evelyn heaved a sigh of relief at the resumed shouts, which muffled her footsteps as she snuck closer.
"Our homes!"
"Our freedom!"
"Our lives!"
They weren't wrong. As Evelyn arrived at the scene, she could hardly disagree with the Narnians. The Telmarines had taken everything from them. They kept her in hiding for the past thirteen hundred years, running constantly. Of course they're angry, she was too!
"You would hold me accountable for them crimes of my people?"
Unable to see over the heads of the Narnians, and wanting to stay in the shadows, Evelyn clambered up the nearest tree. As she climbed up a branch, a red squirrel scurried from the leaves. Evelyn gestured for silence, placing a single finger to her lips before she kept going.From here she had a good vantage point, able to see most everyone gathered there.
The boy in the center barely looked to be 17? He was young, dressed in Telmarine nobleman's fashion. Dark pants, white tunic, protected by leather armour. His dark hair feel to his shoulders, matching his mysterious and somewhat demanding demeanour. And all at once Evelyn knew they had the wrong guy.
This was the prince.
Prince Caspian X. Heir to the throne, set to take over from his father, Caspian VIV(idk change it), up until ten years ago. Ten years ago, the tragic and unexpected deaths of King Caspian VIV and his wife, (insert names), shook the Telmarine kingdom. Lord Miraz was appointed to rule, until Caspian came of age.
But Evelyn was not blind. She was the warrior, the protector of Narnia. She knew that Miraz had slit the king's, his brother's, throat in the dead of night, and the queen's for good measure. She knew the fireworks from the other night had another meaning. Miraz planned to kill Caspian X too. Caspian the ninth had given her hope for the people of Narnia, hope that they could live freely, and she knew his son to be the same. This was their best shot.
"Accountable, and punishable!" Apparently those gathered on the Dancing Lawn did not agree.
"That's words from you, dwarf! Or have you forgotten that it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch?" Evelyn cringed at the mouse. Reepicheep was an old friend, but strongly opinionated. Evelyn was opposed to this rivalry. The rule of the witch was long ago, and in a world seeking to destroy them all, she thought it was a little counterproductive to bring up old quarrels again.
"And I'd gladly do it again if it would rod us if these barbarians!" The dwarf, who she now recognised to be Nikabrik, cried. Evelyn huffed. This had gone far enough.
"Then it is lucky it is not in your power to bring back." She dropped from the tree. Her hood covered her face, hiding her identity as the animals in front of her parted. "Or do you want us to ask this boy to go against Aslan, now?" Soft mutters reverberated through the crowd, agreements or awe at the warrior. Trufflehunter nodded.
"Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well, that Narnia was never right except when a son of Adam was king."
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Nevermore (Peter Pevensie x OC)
FanfictionEvelyn was different. She always had been. But now, everything had changed. She was different, simply because she was alive. And it nearly broke her heart. A lot had changed in the years since the Pevensies left. The golden ages were long gone, and...
