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Post by Lamont on Jul 1, 2008 10:26:18 GMT -4
Lamont stepped forward from the shadows smiling as he did. He had been there with his monstrous friend for a good long while plotting their next move. But it seemed fate was kind to them and brought their prey to them. The queen had brought herself down, bringing herself to unconsciousness not knowing the enemy that watched her. The Prince stayed beside her, taking care of her. And he could see the fear and worry in his eyes. It was almost enough to make him laugh.
Lamont had been in this dark forest since his arrival in Narnia. His friend lead him there. Over time he had become used to the fact that there was no lightning being that the nearly full moon could not shine its canopy of leaves. His prey looked so afraid, so confused, and for now all he would have to destroy is his pathetic cousin. After that he could do as he pleased to his lover.
"If I'm not mistaken," Lamont laughed as he drew his sword, "The both of you are lost."
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Post by High King Peter on Jul 1, 2008 12:51:01 GMT -4
Peter could not sleep that night. He knew something was wrong. Here we go, he thought with a groan as he rolled out of bed. He pulled on a light skirt and jeans: he didn't want to be recognized as the high king of Narnia just yet. He gripped his sword and slid it into its sheath. He snuck out of his rooms and into the stable.
A stable boy looked at him as he entered. Peter placed a finger on his lips. "Not a word to the old man," he whispered, refering to his advisor. The boy nodded as he gotten his horse ready. "I'll be out for about an hour to two hours,"
"Aye sire," the boy muttered. Peter mounted his horse an rode of to the forest. His ears picked forward. He dismounted from his horse and led it. He growled as he laid his sword on the other man's cheek.
"Sword down and step away from my sister and Caspian," he growled. He was ready for a fight.
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Post by King Caspian X on Jul 1, 2008 21:45:15 GMT -4
Caspian drew his sword and stood, a new energy flowing through his veins as the cold voice entered his ears. Trouble. The King's blade was held in an awkward position, as if he was both ready to attack or defend when the situation would arise. Caspian stayed close to Susan, guarding her was his top priority. He felt relieved when Peter entered the scene to help him. But his lover had said that she saw something before she fell. The King's eyes flickered like a cat's eyes as he looked all around him. "Whom speaks?" He called out, requesting a name of the chilling voice that had come through the trees. Caspian's voice was filled with rage and anger, the fear hidden inside of him yet pulsing in his heart.
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Post by Lamont on Jul 1, 2008 22:19:05 GMT -4
"Of course you do not recognize me cousin." Lamont ignored the words of the newcomer. his blade did not give him fear. "I would think not because of the difference in time in our two worlds. I cannot say how long it has been since I have last seen you last. But I am sure you know why I am here. You and your friends killed my father, and for that you will suffer and die and the throne will be mine as it should be."
Lamont tightened his grip on the sword and his smile broadened. as he heard a growl. His friend watched from far above and he knew he was protected. If things got too rough for him to handle then he would be the safety net that would protect him long enough to escape. But this could only be done at the last possible moment. It was best for them to keep his friend a secret for as long as possible.
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Post by Queen Susan the Gentle on Jul 1, 2008 22:35:34 GMT -4
It took her a short while but her head finally returned to her. Summing a large amount of her remaining strength she sat up. So many more people had come: her brother and this new boy she did not know. In the darkness she could she could hardly see much more than blurry shapes and the dull reflection of moonlight on the three drawn blades.
"Caspian, what has happened? who is he?" She asked this question with already her own suspicions: This boy was working with the monster that stole Lucy.
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Post by King Caspian X on Jul 1, 2008 22:42:30 GMT -4
"Susan don't move." said Caspian, he didn't even know if he was happy or sad that she had woken up. Probably happy, because if she had to she could run if she had the strength, but he didn't want her to disappear into the shadows too. "He says... my cousin." A snarl spread across his lips as he spoke the last word as if the King was baring his teeth at the only family he had left. Light wasn't needed to tell the expression on Caspian's face, it was clear enough in his voice. Now the man spoke to his new enemy, "What do you want?"
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Post by Lamont on Jul 1, 2008 22:51:51 GMT -4
"If you don't already know then you are a fool. Your father is mine's brother. You killed him and I will avenge him and take my throne like he wanted me to. Sooner or later you will die Prince Caspian, but first you will suffer."
He charged forward, his sword clasped tightly with both hands and held at his side. The other had made no move to attack and he didn't care. But it did not matter much, he had his plans for this evening.
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Post by High King Peter on Jul 1, 2008 22:54:03 GMT -4
Peter blinked at Caspian. "Your cousin?" a slow grin spread across his face. Cousin or not, he was not about to let him hurt either one of them. He grabbed him by the arm and threw him against the tree. The tip of his sword was pressing in his throat. He glanced up at Caspian. "I suppose you don't want me to finish him?" he inquired. "Seeing as he is family you might want to do the job." he lowered the sword, but he kept him pinned to the tree. Peter didn't trust his instincts at all tonight.
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Post by King Caspian X on Jul 1, 2008 23:02:12 GMT -4
Caspian didn't move from the spot, afraid that if he did something might take Susan away from him. That was another thing, he didn't want to kill his cousin in front of her either. His eyebrows raised though at how easily Peter had gotten his cousin against the tree. "In a moment he said, let him hear something." Caspian spoke to his cousin now. "First of all, we didn't kill your father, we spared his life when he didn't deserve it. Second of all, you're not half the swordsman my uncle was." The King knew this because the fight between the old King of Telmar and Peter had at least lasted a while, but the High King had pinned his son in mere seconds. "And third, that throne is not yours, nor will it ever be." His voice was rough and harsh, and anger blanketed every word. Caspian spoke to Peter again, "If you want to kill him, be my guest. He's no blood of mine." They were family, but it was obvious the man hated it.
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Post by Queen Susan the Gentle on Jul 1, 2008 23:10:09 GMT -4
"NO!" Susan yelled at her brother knowing he would do as Caspian said, "He cannot die, not yet. He will stand trial as all do and have done. Edmund is the just king, he will know what should be done." She looked over the boy for a while with eyes that were slowly adjusting to the dark. then taking Caspian's hand she forced herself to stand. "But now, I can only ask this. Where is my sister?"
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Post by Lamont on Jul 1, 2008 23:30:02 GMT -4
Lamont smiled regardless of the sword to his throat. He already knew he wasn't much of a swordsman, but he didn't care. He was invinsible as long as his friend was near, ready to breath when the signal was given. But for now he would laugh again.
"I wondered when someone would would speak of her. She was easy prey for my friend. But all of you know where she is even if you refuse to believe it. She lies in eternal happiness with Aslan in his own country."
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Post by High King Peter on Jul 1, 2008 23:35:00 GMT -4
Peter shot his sister a glare. "He's an enemy Susan," his voice was surprisenly harsher than usual. His eyes flashed with anger. He stiffened as he flung his sword aside. He wrapped both hands around the man's throat and pressed hard. "Lier!" he snarled. There was no way he could believe it. "Lucy's alive and you are going to tell us where she is. Or I will kill you," that had done it. His bad side was unleashed. He hardly has any patience left now. He did not turn to address the girl who had arrived. His concentration was on the man before him. "I would love nothing more to do than to keep pressing until you run out of air," he growled. "Now you will tell us where Lucy really is or your air supply will be cut off,"
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Post by King Caspian X on Jul 1, 2008 23:42:35 GMT -4
Caspian hugged Susan tightly and yelled the word 'Liar' the same time as Peter. He walked slowly with Susan over to where his cousin was being half-strangled and pressed his sword against his chest should he get any ideas. "We'll both kill you." he said darkly. Caspian didn't want to kill anyone in front of Susan, but Lamont had taken it too far that time. The King had been there when his lover was mourning her sister, and he wouldn't have any more painful thoughts being put into her head than she already had. "Choose your words wisely, boy." said Caspian. It seemed that the girl was being ignored for the time being. The King didn't mean to be so rude, he was busy.
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Post by Queen Susan the Gentle on Jul 1, 2008 23:52:03 GMT -4
Susan ignored all that the others said, she heard all she needed. She no longer cared about him standing trial as things should be. Now she only regretted not having her arrows so she could kill him herself. Not being able to have this she resorted to taking the largest stone she could get a hold of and held it behind her ear ready to throw it as hard as she could at the boy's head.
"You lie!" she cried, "Where is she! What have you done to her!"
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Post by Lamont on Jul 2, 2008 0:04:52 GMT -4
"Chose my words carefully?" He thought for a moment, "What, you call me a liar? Can you not believe your sister is really dead? Alright then, she is hidden far in the mountains. But none of you could find her. The pass is hidden and well guarded. And as for the lot of you killing me . . ." He blew as hard as he could, regardless of his limited air, and whistled. From the trees where his friend hid fire fell surrounding Lamont but not touching him. In that same instant a lion's paw gripped the back of his clothes and pulled him up and away from the fight and heading east.
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