I Wish- A Narnia Fanfiction

Lost

I groan, trying to shift my weight to the side so I can get up. Blood oozes out of my leg and trickles down on to the wet soil. I lift my eyelids and slowly look at my surroundings. The rain is still pouring down, but not as heavily as before. A thick blanket of trees envelope me on all sides, and if the circumstances were changed I might even admire the sweet chirping of the birds or the leaves that are being blown around by the wind as if they're performing a dance.

As it is, I can't think of anything else but the extreme pain in my thigh, the burning sensation in my foot and a crushing weight on my chest.

"My Lord? Are you awake?"

I open my eyes wider and find that I seem to have some company. The ragged man in front of me did not address me as 'Your Majesty' so I am assuming that he's not from Narnia.

I grit my teeth and try to choke out an answer, but all that comes out is a weird, strangled gasp.

"My Lord, don't move! I will get you some water immediately. Do you remember what happened? Just nod your head yes or no, no need to speak."

I gratefully accept the water and notice that I am under some kind of mud shelter, protected from the falling rain. The water clears my throat and I open my mouth to attempt to speak again.

"I...don't re-re-remember. Did I fall from m-my horse?"

The tiny man in front of me sighs. "Your horse and all your other possessions were stolen. The evils struck you with a club, left you unconscious and left. I saw everything, but I couldn't do anything because they'd kill me too and then I wouldn't be any use to either of us."

"Wh-who are the 'evils'?"

The man stares at me. "You really aren't from here, are you?"

"N-no, I'm from Narnia." I cringe at how scared I sound. It seems that words are a lot harder to form when your throat is swollen. 

The man gasps. "Well I never! No wonder you came out here. You poor man must know nothing! Those evils, always looking for ways to take advantage of the weak..." He starts mumbling something while I cough, and not because of my throat.

"I wouldn't u-usually consider myself weak." I refrain from telling him that I'm a King, cautious of letting my identity slip.

The man smiles. "Well, anyone who rides up around here all fancy with horses should be prepared for a battle. The evils have no mercy for anyone who rides up on their territory unannounced."

"B-but I didn't even do anything."

"Sure you did! You crossed their territory without telling any of 'em who you were and what you wanted. The evils view anyone as potential enemies."

I clear my throat, willing the swelling to go down. Swallowing hurts. "Are their names really 'the evils'?"

The man looks around quickly, his eyes darting around as if to catch any spies.

"No, but that's what folks who lived here before their reign call them. They call themselves Kings, but we all know they killed our real monarchs. Their servants are all thieves who steal and take advantage of other people to add to the evil's riches. They took all of my gold and most of my belongings." He gestured to the rest of the mud hut. "Until I was forced to live here."

I frown. "But couldn't you just leave?"

The man laughs angrily. His eyes take on a crazy look. "Ha! You think I haven't tried? Why do you think they took so many of my belongings? Because I kept trying to escape! But they can't let anyone escape or they'll have no one to steal from. Their reputation has ensured them that few people come visit. Most folks are too scared to even come around this area. Speaking of which, why are you here?"

I squirm. "I had no idea of the corrupted monarchs that lived here. Me and my men were just going to pass through here to get to another place. Did you see what happened to them?"

"All of them fled but one, who tried to protect you but fell dead.The evils took his body, probably to prove that someone had been trespassing. He saved your life, though. It was enough distraction to allow me to steal you away. They started to chase after me but didn't get far. They don't care much for bodies, anyway, just the loot. You only die if you're somehow in their way."

The man blinks as if he's having a bad dream and limps over to a small, wooden desk. He then pours what appears to be hot stew in to a chipped mug and hands it over with trembling hands. 

I accept the mug and take a gulp of the brown, creamy liquid. It trickles down my chin and I struggle to keep my mouth closed. 

"Easy there." Chuckles the crippled man. "If we're going to find a way to get you out of the forest, you're going to have to take it step by step. And that means recognizing you need help."

He sighs and stares down at his disfigured  form. "Sometimes admitting you need help is the best way that you can help yourself."

A/N: SOOOOO that's that XD. I'm back. I'm sorry it's been so long; I truly am. A lot of things were going on in my life and I just couldn't really focus on Wattpad. It's not a good excuse, but there you have it. Sometimes life doesn't offer the best excuses for what it does. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I just wanted to get something out there. The next chapter will be longer, I pinky promise. Anyways, thank you to everyone who has stuck to this fan fiction even when I didn't upload often, and thank you for all you comment and votes. I appreciate every single thing. Remember to vote for strawberries and comment what you think will happen next!! xoxo