Chronicles Of Narnia: True Love

Ch. 7 Luke/Lucy and complications

“Alright lads we will have a duel to start off with our transfer from St. Andrews our recently converted brother school that is now Co-ed. He will be dueling Greg since he wasn’t actually taught fencing. He was taught sword fighting but believes himself to be a beginner. So let’s see where he is at in his skill.” “Sir if he is from St. Andrews how did he find out about our fencing club?” I ask curious. “From what I know he has recently found out he is adopted and found out his biological sister attends here. They have been in correspondence so I assume he found out from her. So Greg, Luke are you two ready?” The professor asks the boys. “Yes sir.” They respond nearly at the same time. I notice that though they will be using sword and will be sword fighting instead of fencing Luke have opted to wearing the fencing helmet for whatever reason. And Greg had put his on only cause Luke had. They begin and Luke charges fast he is blocked but not for long they spur back and forth very much equal in skill which makes it an interesting duel to watch.
Later
Luke wins barely and is posed in position as if to kill Greg but then lowers his sword. He helps up Greg. I wonder if that is actually taught in modern sword fighting. I go to Luke. “Where did you learn to sword fight?” “In Europe at St. Angelo’s by Professor Johnathan Kern.” He says. That’s the same place where Peter and I said we learned since it’s an actual place. Different professor though. I remember their were two main teachers their. We said we had learned under Jack Hall. I remember now the other professor was Johnathon Kern. I guess they really do teach that move at the end of the duel. “My brother Peter and I were taught under Jack Hall.” I tell him. “That explains the difference in style im guessing.” He says. Then Luke takes off his fencing helmet and I’m in shock by his green eyes and how he looks so much like Lucy. I even accidentally say Lucy. “Your sister right?” he says running his hand through his hair. “Adopted sister. We share no blood.” I tell him honestly. I have a feeling he will find out my feelings and I don’t want it to seem so odd. I see a flash of surprise go through his eyes much like hers. “I wasn’t aware you knew she was adopted. For your adopted sister is my biological sister. We are twins in fact.” He says in almost an irritated tone. But I’m in shock. Lucy has a twin brother?!

“Does Lucy know she is adopted?” “Of course she does we found out nearly at the same time. Many people kept pointing out difference between you, your siblings and her and giving her a bad time about it. And calling you her supposed brother she had to find out once and for all what they were talking about.” He says picking up the sword to practice on a dummy. Oh damn it! I wanted to tell her. I didn’t want her to find out like this. What must she be thinking after all this time. “So you must think of her as family after being raised as such for nearly eleven years?” he asks. And my mind is reeling. “No I stopped thinking of her as family long ago at least in that sense.” I tell him honestly trying to process the information. “How about you give me a few pointers since you are unmatched in sword fighting skill?” he asks sounding upset. “Sure I can do that. Get in position to spur with me.” I say picking up the sword I use. “Remember I am a beginner especially compared to you so don’t go full force on me.” He says taking his place. “Of course I won’t go full force on you. But I won’t make it easy for you. You won’t learn if I am easy on you. So prepare for a challenge.” “As long as we understand eachother Pevensie.” He says. He most certainly is upset but I haven’t a clue why. Oh well at least he can use that in the duel. We charge each other. I am calling out corrections as I see them. Much like how I did with my son Edmund the II in Narnia. Luke falls several times. I tell him corrections and pointers and tell him to run the move again. I’m going to have to give him corresponding exercises to do in his free time to help as well. Though when this club does their exercises that’s where I will guide him in his exercises.

Later
I am out in the football field well it would be called Soccer in America. And the boys are running laps. I am guiding Luke in his laps. He can run but not for long. So I am pushing him to his limit much like I had with my son. My daughter Amara wanted to learn with her brother. I gave her similar exercises but didn’t push her as hard for one she was younger and two she was a girl. I would never push a girl as hard. “Please Edmund let me have some water.” “You can have water after you run four more compete laps.” “Edmund isn’t it a bit much for the first day?” “Nope it’s appropriate for the start of training. Now would you like me to make that 6 complete laps instead?” I ask. And he frowns and keeps running. “That’s what I thought.” I say. He does fall a few times in exhaustion but he gets up after some encouragement each time. Which is normal at the start of training. Encouragement helps a lot until the lad finds their inner drive. When they discover what drives them they will be able to keep themselves going. For me my drive has always been Lucy. I think of her whenever I think I have nothing left and I am given the strength to carry on. When Luke finishes his laps he collapses on the ground. I get him some water. I hand him the water and I tell him to try to drink it slowly. Which he does try I can tell. When his thirst is quenched I have him doing a set of push ups. Like I have Greg and Barry doing. Only they are doing a hundred push-ups instead of 20 since they are further in their training than Luke is.