❝I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.❞
in which High Queen Athena takes back her crown and Kingdom, no matter the cost.
prince caspian x fem!oc
(the lion, the witch and the wardrobe - voyage of the dawn treader)
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Athena had many different traits to her personality, one that she lacked severely was patience. Beaver was taking too long and yet, nothing could be heard from above. Something inside Athena was telling her to just pull out her daggers and attack everyone above. Another part of her was telling her to stay quiet for the sake if the others.
They all shrieked when Mr Beaver's head popped back down and he shouted, "Come out! Come out! I hope you've all been good 'cause there's someone here to see ya!"
Athena's eyes widened when she stepped up and saw Father Christmas standing there. "Merry Christmas sir," Lucy said as she walked forward.
"It certainly is, Lucy, since you have arrived," He chuckled.
Susan turned to Peter. "Look, I've put up with a lot since we've got here, but this..."
"We thought you were the witches," Peter spoke up to clear the confusion.
Father Christmas sighed. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that, but in my defence I have been driving these longer than the witches."
"It's been a long time, sir." Athena spoke sadly with a smile. A tear was threatening to drop as the child inside of her was screaming.
"Too long, your Majesty." He apologised. "I do hope you forgive me for missing the last hundred Christmas'." They both laughed.
Susan took a few steps forward. "I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia." She said.
He shook his head. "No. Not for a long time," He confirmed. "But the hope that you have brought, Your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken both of the witches power. Still, I dare say you could do with these."
He turned around and Lucy gasped with excitement when he pulled out a big sack of toys. "Presents!" Lucy exclaimed.
He pulled out a small glass bottle and a belt. "The juice of the fire-flower. One drop will cure any injury," He explained to Lucy. "And though I hope you never have to use it..."
Lucy took the dagger and healing cordial. "Thank you sir, but I think I could be brave enough."
"I'm sure you could, but battles are ugly affairs." He smiled and then pulled out a bow and arrow and looked at Susan. "Susan. Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss."
"What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'?" She asked and he chuckled.
"Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard..." He handed her a white horn. "Blow this, and wherever you are, help will come."
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Peter. The time to use these may be near at hand." He passed Peter a sword and shield.
"Thank you sir."
Father Christmas turned to Athena and sighed. He then pulled out another sword, bigger than Peter's with her family crest on it. "Athena. This was your fathers, and his father before him. He'd want you to have it, and I think you're old enough now."
