The Cold Hearted Queen

I have no idea where this came from, but I just had to write it.

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- Lily

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They were gone. Forever. He was all alone. The sea of lilies spread out before him, beautiful, glorious. But, right now, they meant nothing to him. They were completely dull and lifeless.

He couldn't help feeling abandoned. He had hoped that perhaps they could go back with him, that they could help him rule. It wasn't fair. Being king was a lot more harder than he had expected and he was so busy all the time. It didn't help that all the magical creatures were still getting used to freedom and many still distrusted him, the Telmarine king.

And there was still her. Lucy. One of the Queens of the Golden Age. He had wished that maybe they could have been together, but no. She was gone from him, from Narnia forever.

" Your Majesty? Is something bothering you?" A voice said. The captain if the Dawn Treader, Drinian, was standing by, looking worried. 

" I- no, nothing is wrong," Caspian said, knowing perfectly well how pitiful the lie was.

Drinian narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but decided to drop it. He knew that he couldn't get a confession out of the king at the moment. Best to just let him get over it.

Caspian stared at the sunset for a few moments after Drinian walked away. Lilies still spread out all around the boat as far as the eye could see. Rhince, the First Mate, had predicted that they would leave the sea in about a day or two. He hoped it was longer. As yet, he still didn't think of them, of her as far away. 

But he still had to act the confident king, so he brushed his gold hair out of his eyes and put on a confident smile. He didn't need to act depressed in front of his crew. Somehow, he didn't think that would be very kingly of him.

Caspian finally drew out of his reverie and headed toward his cabin. He had a map to finish of the journey of the Dawn Treader, the first ship journey since that of the seven lords, and hopefully a successful one. As he carefully drew out  the sea of lilies, he thought of the apparent success of the mission. They had found out what happened to each of the lords and were now finally sailing back home to Narnia.

He had missed Narnia so much. The sweet air, the always present fragrance of brightly blooming flowers. He loved everything about it and he couldn't wait until he could get home. If only they could come too, he thought rather bitterly. All in all, it would be a bittersweet return. Sweet because he was because he was returning home after almost six months, bitter because his friends wouldn't be coming with him.

He missed them all so much, even Eustace whom he heartily disliked at the beginning of the journey. Although Caspian did feel sorry for Eustace, he really couldn't have turned into a dragon at a better time. And Edmund had always been so nice and agreeable. He had always liked him the best of the Pevensie brothers. Not that he didn't like Peter, it was just that he needed to always be in control. Sometimes, it did get rather irritating.

He missed her the most. Lucy the Valiant, the Warrior Queen of Narnia. She was always so merry, so playful, and was always able to brighten up the mood. He missed her bright laugh which had rung so blithely all about the ship. There was something so likable about her, you just couldn't help but love her.

Just then, Caspian was jolted out of his thoughts when a crash shook the ship. He dropped his quill in surprise and, after hurriedly picking it up, ran outside to meet Drinian. He was by the wheel, staring apprehensively at the approaching black clouds. They were high and very dark and streaks of lightning briefly illuminated them. Caspian understood the problem at once. If the headed into the storm, they might get wrecked, but if they swerved to avoid it, they would get horribly off course and probably never see Narnia again.

" Drinian! Is there any way we can escape without getting off course?" he asked.

Drinian looked at him and replied, " I've sent Alvaron to take a look."

Suddenly,  a brown haired man wearing a slightly stained sailors' outfit sprinted up to them. "Captain and Your Majesty, there's absolutely no way we will survive the storm if we keep on going. It's the worst I've ever seen in my life!" he babbled urgently. 

" Thank you, Alvaron. Please go back to your duties," Drinian answered wearily.

Turning to Caspian, "It appears that our only chance is to sail around."

" But what if we never find our route again?"

" Eh, we probably won't sail too far away. Besides, this way we have a chance. If we keep on going, we will drown almost certainly."

" Fine," Caspian grunted. " Sail around then."

Immediately, the sailors started to row and the sail were let out so they could guide the boat in a different direction. Seeing that they needed help ( the storm was the biggest he had ever seen) he rushed to the man you was guiding the sail and, taking the ropes from him, ordered him to get with his fellows, he would control the sail.

It was all going quite well until a fierce gust of wind, followed by a gigantic wave, sent the poor ship spiraling out of control. Many of the sailors were knocked out of their seats and the Caspian himself was blown almost into the ocean, the ropes slipping from his hands, saved only be gripping onto the railing of the deck.

When it was over, most of the sailors were lying in dazed heaps all around the deck. Caspian picked himself up unsteadily and gazed off into the sea. The water was a clear blue and the lilies were no where in sight. There was no sign of anything beside his ship in the water. 

The Dawn Treader itself was a mess, the sails were ripped, the decks spattered with water and grime. Caspian grimaced, thinking about how long the ship would last in that condition.

By then, Drinian had managed to extract himself  and came to stand beside Caspian. 

" Well, that was certainly unexpected, I'm sure," he said calmly.

" How can you be so calm?" Caspian asked, staring. " We just got ourselves hopelessly lost with no land in sight, for Aslan's sake!"

" It doesn't do to be too pessimistic. And, for the record, there is land in sight."

Caspian whipped his head around and surely enough, just barely visible across the azure sea, was a hint of green. 

At that exact moment, a voice yelled, " Land ho!"

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After the Dawn Treader had docked, the men spilled out and gazed at the jungle before them. It was a tangle of lush plants ad bright flowers, dotted with silvery pools and streams. Just a few feet before the land met the ocean, the terrain changed smoothly into white sand. In other words, it was paradise.

" We ought to explore around here. It's no good to come to a place like this and not have a look around," Caspian found himself saying, the familiar glint in his eyes. 

The men had barely taken a step in before they were surrounded by women dressed in armor. Spears, bows and swords were pointed at them, and there seemed to be at least one hundred of them. 

" Speak, male," a harsh female voice demanded. "Tell us, what are you doing here?"

Caspian, feeling that it was his responsibility, looked up and replied, " We were washed up here, in our ship, the Dawn Treader. We mean no harm to you."

The woman who had spoken walked up to the front. From what he could make of her underneath the armor, she had brown hair and was very tall and slim. 

" That is hard to believe. No one turns up in the Land of the Amazons without a reason. You leave us no choice. We must take you to see the Queen."