That One Summer (A Narnia Fanfiction)

Blair

(Well! My turn to write! I’m not very accomplished as a writer, but I’ll try to make it as best as I can. Just to warn you, my cousins think I’m the weirdest of us all, so… I guess be warned.)

I was the last of us to choose my horse. None of them seemed right for me. I didn’t want one that was too big, and I didn’t want a little pony. I did come across one, but some stable guy said he was already taken by Renae. So, I had to leave him and move on.

Finally, at the very end of the stable, I come up to a stall door, and inside was a medium sized dappled grey mare. The plate beside her stall said “Cnónna”. Seems fitting enough.

“Hey! Uh, King Caspian? Can my horse be Cnónna here?” I ask the king. He was over with John who was looking at a pitch black gelding, whose name I could barely make out. Dorchadas.

“Ol’ Cnónna, eh? Yeah. She is along the lineage of the great horse, Phillip.” He told me.

“Uh, yeah! Phillip! Great horse and stuff. He had a mane… and everything.” I said. I have never heard of Philip. Since he was famous, he was probably in the books. I’ll ask Renae about that later.

“She’s yours then.” King Caspian told me.

“Okay, thanks! So, what do we do now?” I ask. I can’t wait to go on an adventure!

“Well, Queen Syrah has arranged a banquet in you and your cousin’s honor. It is being held tonight in the Grand Hall.” A banquet? Isn’t that like, a ball or something? I don’t really dance. Well, sometimes I do, but it is complete randomness and people start calling me a dork. Well, Thomas starts calling me a dork. Keith does too.

“Okay. What time does it start?” I ask. I’m probably getting on his nerves with all the questions, but I’m used to being on people’s nerves.

“Your caretakers will bring you down when its time.” He answered. “Oh, I need to be going. Zachariah! Take the boys to sword practice! And make sure they are in their rooms by five o’clock so they can be ready for the banquet at seven!” He said as he took off. Wait. Two hours to get ready? I usually only take fifteen minutes!

I walk over to John, who was standing by the entrance to the barn. “Hey, John. Did you hear? We’re going to practice with swords.”

“Yeah. The King does yell real loud.” He replies with a grin.

“You can say that again.” I joke.

“Yeah. The King does yell real loud.” He jokes back. Every time me or one of my cousins say something like that, we always repeat it. Even if they say, “You can say that again” a million times. It just goes on and on and on.

“Come on boys. I have been told to take you to the arena.” One of the stable hands tells us. By then, Thomas, Keith, Allen, and Jay were beside us, so he only had to come to one place to look for us.

“Where is Renae?” Allen asked. She is pretty good with a sword, and I didn’t see why she wasn’t with us.