Memories alone

[katrina]

Katrina listened and watched. She had never actualy wielded her wand against someone in battle. She knew curses that were forbidden by all worlds to use, one of them being the very spell she used against King Caspian so many years ago, but would not use them. Aside from them she knew only dualing spells she rarely used. With a lack of population among wand-weilders she had no one except the master to dual, and he had seen it as an almost foolish passtime. How could she be expected to fight? But maybe it was not her place to fight, but to gather knowledge and maybe use what little she knew against him. She knew the briddle well. It was enchanted by a small band of black market traders in the elven forest used to tame unicorns so their tails or horns or sometimes even their blood could be extracted and used for whatever the one who held the briddle wanted. To make matters worse it could not be taken off except by the one who placed it on. Katrina had seen someone make this mistake once and when it didn't come off they pulled at the enchanted leather untill it broke free tearing off most of the mare's face and allowning her to bleed to death. So long as she wore it she would never be able to escape unless Lamont willed it, an unlikely cause. She wanted to tell Caspian this, but he seemed to intrested in killing the boy than trying to free his sister. He cut the boy's throat and the boy healed it. He used no wand, no tasisman, no help from an already powerful magic-using animal. She had never in all her years seen a human who could hold such magical power. Where did he find it and, more importantly, what did he plan to do with it all aside from kill everyone who apposed him? But when he spoke, teasing Caspian for defying him, she was confused. How can two prophocies be formed around a single demon child . . . Unless there is more than one. But what can two few day old children do and who are they?"

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Propesies formed from two children? The filly and someone else? No, not her son, not Galen. He as Caspian's son, not the son of this demon boy. Besides, she didn't have Aslan's healing magic within her, not even his blessing to to reassure her she was safe. There was nothing in her that could fight against the dark magic of the boy to begin with. It couldn't be him, it had to be someone else's child. But not her's, never hers. Galen was too young to be in so much danger. He deserved to live a normal life and grow to be normal, not to be hunted by demented demons. It couldn't be him. She looked up to Caspian, as if he knew the answers to all things, and waited praying she was right.

[King Caspian X]

"Susan, we don't know that." he said, reading her thoughts. "For all we know, it could be me." Caspian would rather have it be himself than his son. It would make more sense, too, if it were Caspian. Lamont wasn't the son of Tash at the time that Galen was conceived. Just a regular fourteen year old boy filled with evil, who called a shapeshifter 'Master'. Caspian had always been a half-demon, and never knew it. His mother even had the ability to love, something that no other demon had. She was even going to have a second child before Cotnar killed it and took her back. Caspian turned back to Lamont, and snarled. "Heal yourself all you want. You can still feel pain." He knew this for a fact. He had caused the boy pain that night when he tried to steal Galen from them. Caspian had attacked him then, even sunk a dagger into his chest, and he had seen the pain on Lamont's face. Heard it in his groan. But he was healed, and he would only feel pain again. The blade was brandished, in the eye this time.

[Lamont]

"Perhaps it is true, we both know it. Pain is an essential part of any being's life. Those who do not expeirence it never truly live." He went to Agrona, running his fingers through her course mane. He lifted himself so he could sit sidesaddle on her back for a moment. Through her body he could feel her urge to cry at the added weight. Never before had she carried anything, much less anyone. But the spell of the bridle forced her to silence. He smiled at her inability to cry though she longed to scream. "Tell me Caspian, would you like to truly live?"

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

"You won't hurt him!" She screamed standing from the rock she sat on. Her mind and heart were spliting again, as they often did now. She could fight for her Caspian, something she did with every chance. He could always use the extra help, no matter how small. But with the child in her arms and without her arrows she was useless, as always. Everything always happened when she didn't have her things with her, never before, never after. She couldn't protect Caspian and care for their child at the same time. She looked from the baby to Caspian, moving only her eyes and not her head, lost in what to do. She could not bring herself to run, yet could not stay while Lamont did whatever evils he was planning to Caspian and Galen.

[King Caspian X]

"Get off of her!" he yelled, swinging his sword again so that it struck Lamont's side, sharp edge to skin, with enough force to knock him off the filly. "She hasn't the strength to support you! Do you really think that your 'Master' would be pleased to find out that his daughter is sway-back because of you?" he hissed, finding a way to make it make sense to Lamont to get off the unicorn. "And every moment of my life, I am truly living. And I'll make sure that you are too!" he growled, bringing the blade of the sword crashing down over the boy's skull.

[Lamont]

With reflexes only born of his demon heritage he rolled aside and stood. He called Agrona to his side and she obeyed at the will of the spell that bound her. When she was there he mounted her once more."The master would be pleased to see her pushed beyond her limits. If she dies or is hurt simply because I weigh to much then she is not strong enough to deserve life. It is the way of the demons: The strong survive and the weak serve as a meal for the strong. Believe me, what I do now is far better than what she would suffer at her father's claws. Her leg still has burns from her being slow as the dragon head tail breathed on her. Be happy all I do is sit and remember it could be worse. Besides, I don not believe you have lived enough." He stopped and took the reins and dug his heels painfully into her flank. Her body shuddered for a moment as she tried to resist, but could not and began to walk in a circle around Caspian. After what must have been a full rotation around his cousin he spoke in a taunting tone, "Poor wittle Caspian lost his daddy when he was a wittle boy. Now he has to wive and take care of all the peoples." His tone hardened once he was finished mocking his cousin, "I never saw my father before and you complain because you found him in your room. You knew your father, you are the lucky one. Mine was killed by my precious wife before I even could even open my eyes and see his face. Now I sit back as you claim my rightful kingdom. Compared to me you haven't lived a day in your life." He spit where Caspian stood and pulled Agrona's reins. Again she tried to resist, but gave in much sooner than before. He only stopped her when she stood beside Susan and he reached down and held her by her waist. "And in payment for my father's death you shall live as well." He whispered as well. As he often did he tore the child from her arms, seeing the indecision in her eyes and taking advantage of it. With Galen with him he dug his heels farther into the filly's side, forcing her into a slow gallop.

[King Caspian X]

Caspian simply growled at him. "You did see your father, many times. You're just too slow to remember it. And we didn't kill him. I've told you before: His right hand killed him. That man that traveled with you and your mother back to England. Believe me, if I'd have killed him, or any other Narnian for that matter, we'd have told you." he spat. The King took his son from Lamont's arms, as he often did whenever his cousin took him. The man stood in front of the filly and the boy now, preventing them from escape. He handed Galen back to Susan carefully, and stared Lamont in his one eye. He, for whatever reason, had not healed any of his recent wounds that Caspian had dealt him. So he thrust the tip of the sword into the other eye, blinding him. Stupid boy.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

She listened and watched and waited. Maybe Lamont had spoken more than he wanted too. Though he may not have seen it she felt as though he had torn out a small piece of what was left of his heart and showed it to them. Revenge. This entire war circled around revenge. The boy may have allowed himself to be controled and lead by demons, but he himself was not evil. Only a boy hurt by the death of his father, longing for a normal boy's life. When other boys were hunting or being taught sports with their fathers he had only his mother to tell stories of Miraz. She wondered for a moment what image he had of Miraz from these stories. She doubted they were telling of how he trapped what may have been a hundred narnians inside his castle and had them slautered or of how he had instigated his brother's death. If she told him truth what would he be fighting for? When he picked her up she did not respond, lost in her thoughts as his words confirmed them. Revenge. Caspian would argue, but there would be no swaying the boy, she knew that by now. She hadn't seen who killed Miraz, only knew it was done by one of her arrows while she stood with the other archers and thus was blamed for it. She had known this but had never truly wondered about who had used her to spark the terrible battle at the stone table that cost the lives of too many Narnians and surely would have ended in all their deaths unless Aslan had come. It had never mattered. To hear Caspian say it was done by Miraz's right hand, his most trusted of servants or warriors or however he served him, was a piece of information that gave her pity for the boy. He did live his life without a father and, though she did not fully understand why it hurt a boy so much, she had managed to realize that a boy without a father is like a girl without a mother. She had seen Peter and Edmund have to survive without their father, she had never thought he could have been killed by one of his friends With Lamont knowing this he would surely strike once more back in England only to return here. Miraz's murderer still lived, at least for now. Caspian attacked and Susan stepped forward to grab Caspian's arm. She wanted to hear more, she was begining to understand.

[katrina]

History will always continue in a cycle, a spiral of death. Miraz was killed by his right hand, just as Caspian was killed by her, his closest friend. Miraz deserved it though, for what he had forced her to do, he deserved to be killed by one of his friends. He deserved to know what it was like to look his murderer in the face for so many years and never know what was to come until the day it came and die in surprise. maybe somehow his son will see the same fate.

[Lamont]

For a moment the inability to see hurt him. But he reached out with the magic Cotnar gave him and saw through the eyes of Caspian's sister. He would not hurt her, no matter what. He adjusted his position on her back and pulled back on the reins commanding her with his movement as much as with his mind. The filly reared, pawing the air madly as she tried to balance, and her hooves struck Caspian in the head. Hard. A moment later it became obvious that she was not going to recover from the rearing as easily as he thought as she was progressively falling backwards. Lamont jumped from her back and she tumbled and hit the ground with her back. Her legs thrashed madly, almost in panic, as she realized she didn't know how to roll over and stand. Lamont laughed. "Listen to your girl, Caspian," He said seeing how she held him back, "she might decide she dosen't want you any more. She's already told you she wants to come with me."

[King Caspian X]

Caspian toppled over for only a moment from the hooves of the filly. He felt a bit dizzy, but stood up again. A cut was on his forehead, surrounded by a large and already swollen purple bruise. But that was it. He hurriedly helped his sister up and held her, and then looked at Susan. "You're wrong, Lamont." he said. "We'll always love each other. No matter anything." Caspian kissed her softly, right in front of Lamont. Not that he could see. He still had not healed his eyes, and the filly was looking away from Caspian and Susan.

[Lennia Silverwind]

Len watched as she usually did. When the unicorn fell Len rushed over to help the poor creature up. She calmed the filly wondering what this was really about. She turned to the boy and Caspian. With fire in her hand she created a wall between Caspian and the boy. Her reason was to prevent Lamont from touching the child. Len was behind Lamont waiting for his next move.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

when he kissed her she accepted only feeling shame. the boy was right, as he usualy was. She had been wanting to go with him. If not for Galen being hurt she would not even run away to caspian tonight. She didn't understand why she was like this, she just was. The moment the kiss broke she looked away and towards the fire, pretending to worry about the safety of the forest in such close contact with fire.

[katrina]

Katrina noticed in her eyes the shame she longed to hide. How could she? She lies in the arms of the greatest man in all the world, even the worlds beyond Narnia's limits. She has somehow won his heart, and yet she goes to another man. How dare she. Anger boiled inside her for the traitor of Caslpian's heart. She either would stay with Caspian at this point, or die. He made it more than clear to her how much he was truly in love with Susan. Katrina's happy days with him holding her were long since forgotten. She knew all to well the since of betrayal, and that of being the traitor. Susan would not betray Caspian, she would not force him to endure such pain. If ever she saw Caspian cry for the sake of his lost love she would not hold back. The curse would be reserved only for that day.