Battle Cry (Narnia)

Chapter 2: Elora

Elora looked out the window, the troops were getting ready to leave to search for Queen Lucy.

King Edmund and King Peter were nearly ready to go.

"Lady Elora, is the food ready?" Edmund asked, she smiled gently and nodded.

"Yes, your majesty. I already gave it to General Orieus." She curtsied. Edmund nodded.

"Good, thank you." He said, Elora nodded.

"Have a good travel. I will pray for you and Queen Lucy as well." She said, Edmund almost smiled.

"Thank you, madam. We will be grateful for your prayers. Have a fine day." Edmund bowed slightly and walked off.

Elora watched him walk off.

"Good bye. King Edmund." She said softly. Edmund glanced behind him for a moment then walked out of sight.

Elora sighed and began to clean up the kitchen from the mess of making much food in such a short time.

"Thank you, Lady Elora." Susan came in the room. Elora didn't know how long she had really been cleaning she guessed about an hour or so. The troops had long since left.

"You're welcome, Queen Susan." Elora said, she curtsied lowly. Susan smiled in return.

"Oh, I do hope they find her." Susan murmured, she looks out the window at the darkening sky.

"Me also." Elora said, she looked over Susan's shoulder.

Susan swallowed hard and left quickly. Elora finished cleaning and left the kitchen. She went to the servants quarters. To her, the room she shared with two other ladies was mostly likely nicer than any house she ever lived in her entire life.

Elora was originally from Archenland, her elder sister still lived there, as for the rest of her family, Elora's mother had gotten sick and died when she was only ten years old, and her father drowned on a voyage when she was twelve. She was mostly raised by her sister, Rain, who was seven years older than Elora.

Thinking about Rain made Elora smile slightly. Rain worked in the Archenland castle. She taught Prince Cor and Prince Corin.

Elora had moved to Narnia when the kings and queens needed servants to cook.

Elora finished getting ready for bed.

The other two ladies were just getting in from cleaning.

"The poor dear. You would think one could find her easier." One said, Elora knew they were talking about Lucy. Elora bit her lip. The young queen was always in the kitchen talking to Elora. Lucy was only one year younger than Elora but her childlike wonder and curiosity made her seem five years younger.

Oh, how Elora hoped they would find Lucy, and soon.