Forbidden - Lashton

Chronicles III

A/N: Prequel to "King Amor" and "Narnia"

Today was seemingly perfect for a day at the beach and exactly the right day that Calum and Luke picked. The sand was boiling hot but they got used to it when they put their feet in the water. They built sandcastles and splashed water at each other and possibly try to drown each other while they jumped on one's back and pulling them down in the water, not in a murderous way. They mostly had a good time, laughing, and of course, eating before they've decided to swim out further in the deep parts. There were small waves but it seemed as if it had the intention to grab them by the ankles and drag the two boys down. They tried calling out for help multiple times when suddenly, they noticed there was no one around, just water.

"Had they really swam far enough?" Thought Calum right before his eyes were covered in water for he had squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. Luke had done the same except he reached his arms up trying to recover back up to the surface. Sinking and sinking felt like an eternity for both of them.

The force that was pulling on their ankle had gone away and so they swam up towards the air, gasping. Both their ears are filled with bits of water so they titled their head and gave their ears a slap. After they did that, the sound around them started to become clear. The rushing of water from behind them and birds chirping from sitting on tree branches. They also began to open their eyes slowly. Everywhere they looked was trees, trees, and more trees.

"Are we in a forest?" Thought Luke, observing. Calum didn't want to be in the water any longer for he had already been ahead of Luke and went on for the land. He dragged his body onto the grass and stretched out his hand to grip the grass. He sighed as he relaxed his body. He missed the feeling of the grass.

Luke walked around his surroundings and looked up through the leaves on the trees. Tiny spots of sunlight came in between them and allowing Calum and Luke to see properly.

"We were at the beach," Luke said slowly. "Now we are here. How?" He looked at Calum who had his back against a tree trunk. He shrugged his shoulders and let out a long sigh (again). "I don't know -- Just -- let me- give me a moment, will you?"

Luke realized that they were only in their swim trunks with no sort of proper clothing, even though no one was around at the moment, he felt a bit chilly and was embarrassed from the lack of attire if anything or anyone were to see them. While Calum took some time by himself, Luke figured it would be best to explore. There wasn't as much to explore, (Luke did not want to wander off too far to leave Calum alone) there were only trees and more trees after that, they were in a forest so what else would Luke expect?

Though there is something that had caught Luke's eye. An ancient stone temple ruins -- built in what seems the middle of nowhere. There were only five steps all around to walk up to and in the middle had nothing.

Something must've been in the middle, it looked too lonely just sitting there alone. Luke thought to himself as he neared closer. Right when he was, two people emerged, talking about out loud -- not noticing Luke who happened to be in a clear view. The person on the left had brown hair with light green eyes and wore what looks like a brown jerkin—it looks like either brocade or a shiny, soft tooled leather. It has cap sleeves, and it looks like it might button down the front. The tan shirt has a mandarin collar, and full gathered sleeves and he wears a belt at his waist. (Quite a detail) The person on the right has a natural dark blonde hair and wears a white tunic with a black vest.

"Uh- hello?" Luke said shyly. The two boys stopped talking and looked over at Luke. They stared at him up and down with a strange and curious face. The brown-haired boy spoke out asking, "Who are you? You don't look familiar from the country."

"I could be asking the same thing but in what country?"

"Well, Narnia, of course! I here, Harry and this," He looks over to the person next to him. "Is my companion Michael. You are...?"

Luke is beginning to think this is all a dream. There is no country called Narnia, perhaps a hidden island? That's impossible. "I am...My name is Luke. I have a friend who came with me back there in the forest. We are in dire need of clothing, you see we went out for a swim in the ocean and we happened to come across somewhere in this...country."

Harry and Michael looked at each other then back to Luke. "I see...then you are welcome to follow us. We have all the necessary stuff you need." Said Michael. Luke thanked them and told them to wait here so that he could bring Calum. He went back to see Calum who now moved himself to the stream of water running. "Calum!" Luke cried out. Calum turned his head to see Luke walking over to him. "I have found shelter for us to take cover in."

"That's nice but how are we supposed to return back home? What even is this place? Where are we!"

"It's called Narnia, a country. That's what I've been told. We'll return home soon," He pats Calum's back. "Don't worry about it."

Calum got up and followed Luke and met up with Harry and Michael once more. Again, they shared looks with each other but continued to carry on. There was one black horse (That is Michael's) and one brown horse (That is Harry's). They got on top of the horse and Luke and Calum climbed on with each of the horses and the rider quicken the horse's pace with a kick of their heel. As what seemed like an hour, a view of a castle balanced on a hill came in view. "This is Telmar in the far west from the kingdom of Narnia." Stated Michael. They were inside the walls so they slowed down their horses. "What is Narnia exactly?" Calum asked.

"You don't know of Narnia? How is that possible?" Harry said. Neither Luke nor Calum answered and stayed silent. "We'll be happy to tell you more after you've gotten yourself straighten out."

When they entered the castle, Michael nicely ordered the maids to get the two gentlemen (Luke and Calum) some fresh new clothes. Both of them were shown a room, a guest room, and were handed attires to wear.

Calum put on a blueish white undershirt with a blue velvet tunic closed down the front to what seemed like a sword belt with seven silver buttons and the undershirt is gathered into the collar, stitched in several rows out from the neck. He also put on grayish-tan trousers and knee-high boots.

As for Luke, he wore a brown leather jerkin and grey linen tunic with a belt around his waist and brown trousers and the same looking knee-high boots Calum is wearing. Once they were done dressing, they headed back to where they last saw Michael and Harry, in the middle of the entrance of the two doubled doors. "That was fast," Harry commented.

Michael cleared his throat. "You two don't seem very familiar with the outlands and inlands of this country. You're not from this world, are you? That's what the tales in the books say: other worlds in other places, there were four siblings from the golden age that came here with blinded eyes. The legends say that they are the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve, are you?"

"Are we what?" Asked Luke.

"Have I got to repeat myself? Not from this world."

They both shook their head. "You're not? Then that means... Michael! Is this Aslan speaking or is this too good to be true?" Harry grabbed Michael's shoulder and shook him in excitement. Luke and Calum looked at each other very confused. They had no clue what they were talking about.

"It's a possible theory but wasn't one enough?"

"King Ashton? Not to Aslan, of course not. I tell you, Michael, Aslan is coming! It's been years!"

A/N: Will have a book of its own but probably next year lmao