THE LION – A Narnia Fan Story
“Thank you, Esmeralda.” Alena smiled at her assistant and waved her out of the room. Alena then glanced over at the letters on her table, sighed heavily and picked up the one that Esmeralda had recently brought in. She unfolded it neatly and looked at the inside of the paper. The letter only had two words:
Fredric smiled and replied, “Anything for my Queen.”
“Fredric, is he alive?”
Fredric’s smile faded and he turned serious. “He can’t be.”
“I got a letter.”
“Not everything is true.”
“I KNOW he is alive.”
Fredric sighed and turned to his glass ball. A shimmering light floated into the air and Fredric looked closely into it. He turned around with a disappointed face. “He’s not.“
Alena turned to the door and smiled weakly. “Thans.”
The next day, Alena stood nervously inside the large double doors of the palace.
She was about to be married to Prince Leo.
Alena’s father, who had just recently stepped down from his throne and given the crown to Alena, walked up to Alena with a smiled on his face.
“Barely.” Alena replied with a shaky sigh.
Alena’s father took her arm and the large doors where opened. The crowd cheered at seeing the Queen and the recent King walking down the red carpeted aisle. Prince Leo took Alena’s hand and they walked the rest of the way, to the alter.
This isn’t happening. I don’t love him. I CAN’T marry him! Alena told herself, but nonetheless, she didn’t stop the wedding.
Prince Leo didn’t love Alena either – it had all been arranged by their parents.
Suddenly, a dragon swooped down from the sky and landed right in front of Leo and Alena! A knight in shining armor jumped down from the dragon’s back and rushed up to Alena.
Alena gasped. “It can’t be,” she mumbled to herself.
The knight rushed up to Alena, who just smiled at the ground. He wrapped his cape half-way around her and whispered, “I‘ve come for you, my Love.”
Alena jumped up and pulled the helmet off of the knights head and revealed a handsome young man with fair black hair.
Alena let out a cry of delight. “Caleb!”
Caleb tore off his armor, revealing his princely clothes. “Alena, will you marry me?”
Alena glanced around at the cheering crowd and the beaming Prince Leo.
“Yes.” And she placed her arms around his neck and kissed him, right there right then.
The crowd let out a cheer and Leo let out a relieved sigh.
Alena and Caleb where married in that exact spot that they kissed – right there, right then.
“Wanting McDonald’s is not a medical emergency.”
“It is if I die without it.” Sunny argued.
“No, it’s not.”
It was final, dad had won the argument. Sunny quickly changed the subject to a more important topic by saying, “So… how is mom?”
“Is she gonna come for supper?”
“She has some papers to file.”
An uncomfortable silence followed the dull conversation.
“I guess we can go to McDonald’s for supper.” Dad sighed.
“Can we stop by the office and ask mom if she wants to come?”
“You know what she’ll say. But… I guess so.”
Sunny jumped up and ran to her room. It wasn’t very often that Sunny got to visit her mom’s consuming job. Sunny’s mother was the Mayor of New York City, so she was gone all day. Sunny’s father was a fireman who worked overnight so he was home all day to take care of Sunny. Sunny was home-schooled by her father instead of being sent to public school so she had all day everyday to spend with her dad. Sunny slipped her shoes on and was about to open the door when a knock sounded one the door. Sunny looked over at her father with wide eyes – it wasn’t very often when someone knocked on a neighbor’s door. Dad nodded and Sunny opened the door slowly. A tall woman in faded jeans and a Tye-dye shirt stood in the doorway. Her thick brown hair was greasy, but it was long and flowing and curled at the tips. Her deep blue eyes caught Sunny’s attention right from the start.
“Mom?” Sunny whispered.
“My name is Tara Gardner. Does Trisha Herbert live here?” The lady asked. Dad sat gazing at Mrs. Gardner for a couple of seconds. But he shook himself off and said, “Yes. She is my wife, Trisha Malcolm. I’m Joseph.” Mrs. Gardner’s mouth formed a small o. “Oh… And you are my sister’s daughter?” Mrs. Gardner asked as she gave Sunny’s head a little pat with her callused hand.
“Sister? My mom – your sister?” Sunny stammered in disbelief.
“Didn’t she tell you? I’m your mother’s twin.”
Sunny just stood there and stared. This homeless, dirty woman was her aunt?
A girl around Sunny’s age peeped through the door.
“This is my daughter, Brooke. She’s thirteen, just like you, Sunny.” Sunny’s aunt gently pushed the girl through the door and towards Sunny.
Sunny struggled to find her words. Brooke was a tall brunette. She wore faded jeans like her mom and a blue tank-top. Her pale pink flip-flops where like the ones that Sunny possessed in her closet.
“So… I guess we’re cousins.” Brooke said shyly.
“Yeah, I guess so.”