The Guardians of Narnia: Daughter of the Peace

Chapter 6 - Preparing for the Inevitable

Here you are my patient readers. Chapter 6. I was sitting her watching the second part of the Hobbit thinking I should be studying but couldn't find the motivation to do so after I got through my math. Lol. Two AP tests in the next three weeks and I am no where near prepared but hey that's what craming is for right?

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Chapter 6 – Preparing for the Inevitable

“Drisana!” From across the clearing she saw an old friend of hers walking up to her. Storm was a full grown centaur now. The last time they had seen each other she had been about a third of the size she was now. Dris barely recognized her.

“Storm! Lovely to see you. It's been a long time.” She would have hugged her but considering the height difference it made it quite difficult.

“Too long my friend. We have a place ready for you two.” Storm offered as she turned around to lead them away from the clearing and into the forest a little ways where their camp lay hidden in the deep forest. They didn’t have to go very far until they reached a single tent where Storm opened the flap and let the two of them in. It was cozy with just enough sleeping room for the two of them. She saw the look on Caspians face but ignored it as she thanked Storm and bid her goodnight.

“She said there is a change of clothes in that bag for us.” Dris says coming up next to Caspian and resting a hand on his arm. She gave him a comforting smile before stepping around him. In the bag she found another shirt and pants but a dress as well. Having grown accustom to wearing dresses over the years she grabbed the pants and the dress and proceeded to undo the corset attached to the dress she wore now. “Cas, can you help me with this?” she asks, having difficulty getting the last few unlaced and opened up to the point where she could slip out of it. She felt him hesitate but she obliged and quickly undid the corset before stepping away and turns away from her. She smiled and rolled her eyes. ‘So modest.’  She pulled the dress down to her ankles where she stepped out of it and tossed it away from her for the time being. She was pulling the pants over undergarments when she felt his curious gaze on her once again. She felt the blush making its way to her cheeks but she forced it to stay down. Next she stepped into the dress but cursed when it fell past her ankles a good two feet. Sighing she retrieved her dagger from her boots and began cutting the dress so the skirts only reached to her mid thigh. ‘Much better.’

“Thank you for the help.” She says turning around and seeing his blush after being caught staring at her.  He didn’t get to respond as Glenstorm opened the flap to their tent.

“Drisana, may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Yes of course. I'll be right back.” She tells Caspian leaving him momentarily to follow Glenstorm away from the tent.

“It has been a long time.” He told her walking with his hands folded behind his back.

“People keep saying that.” She chuckled, a hint of sadness in it’s tone.

“We thought you were dead, along with the other guardians.” He tells her looking down at her much shorter form.

“I know. That was our goal. To disappear until we were needed again.”

“Does that boy know?”

“Sadly no. I haven't found the right moment to tell him what he deserves to know.” She rubs that back of her neck as they stop in their tracks.

“You trust him?”

“I raised him. He is a good boy whose parents were killed by the same uncle who is trying to kill him now. He doesn't know that though. After they died I took on the duty of taking care of him. Every ten years I would leave for a year and then come back with a new appearance. All these years he hasn't known that it has been the same hand maiden by his side. He will know soon enough though.” She vowed.