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This wasn't right.
None of this was right.
Rinnica should have been back in her village, preparing for the upcoming festival and practicing her dance. She could have been helping to decorate. She could have been helping wherever she was needed all while excitedly chatting away with the other dryads, but no... she was here, in a dark and unsettling place where all sorts of suspicious characters ran amuck. Minotaurs here, dwarves there, grizzly bears too, all with one goal in mind - to cause havoc for those not in line with their wishes and desires.
The young dryad thought she was set free - she thought that all of Narnia was set free! The battle was won when the Great Lion Aslan gave the killing bite to Jadis the White Witch, and as he said, and the hamadryads relayed this to the masses: "It is finished." So why... why on Narnia's green land were there still those trying to keep the White Witch's despicable wish alive?!
"You there, dryad!"
Rinnica was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt herself being shoved into the table in front of her. Turning around slowly, she turned to look into the face of one of the clan's leaders. Furious black and gold eyes stared back at Rinnica.
The tiefling man spoke up. "Why haven't you finished those potions yet? Our fighters need it for strength and we haven't all day."
"You're ... terrible," Rinnica stammered out. "You know the true Kings and Queens of Narnia, and above them its true ruler! If Aslan were here right here and now he'd--"
The dryad's mouth was suddenly covered. The outburst had caused a stir, but as the tiefling kept Rinnica down, quickly everyone went back to work on their tasks.
"Listen here, Dryad," the tiefling whispered harshly. "I want to help you out of here, but you're going to have to listen to my instructions carefully. If you don't keep your mouth shut and your hands busy, the chief of this mission will be ruthless in destroying you and your village. Now go back to work and don't cause any more trouble, got it?"
Reluctantly, the dryad nodded her head. The tiefling removed his hand and stood up. A dwarf walked up to the two of them, and turned to face the man with the horns.
"Kain, the chief wants to see you immediately," he said.
With a huff, Kain turned around and walked off with the dwarf, leaving Rinnica in front of her table of ingredients. Rinnica ran a hand through her hair and got caught in a knot. Where her dark brown hair was once brushed ever so neatly, now it was matted and tangled, and the twigs and leaves of the setting were her ornaments. This whole ordeal was starting to be too much for Rinnica to bear, but she couldn't cry yet. Instead, she did as she was told and kept her hands busy - grinding, measuring, and mixing ingredients until the recipes were complete.
"Aslan," Rinnica prayed in her mind. "set me free from this place."
----
The castle of Cair Paravel was lively on this day. Everyone had something to do, something to attend to. Surely it would be a busy day for everyone, and King Edmund knew it in his bones as he walked down the corridor to the meeting hall. It had been a full year since Aslan had coronated him and his siblings as the Kings and Queens of Narnia. Frankly Edmund wanted the Lion himself to be walking down with him and handling this stressful situation. He had only been king for a short time and felt nowhere near prepared to lead this meeting let alone the whole of Narnia.
A hand rested on Edmund's shoulder, and the young king nearly jumped. Edmund looked up, and saw the serious yet gentle gaze of his mentor and guide Oreius. "Peace, King Edmund," he said. "Those chosen to lead will be given wisdom and strength to do so."
"I feel skipped over a little in that regard," Edmund replied, hiding his fear with a short laugh.
Oreius gave a small smile. "I assure you, you haven't. He gives freely to all who need it, you know this well."
Edmund knew exactly who Oreius was talking about, and his smile widened with newfound confidence. Seeing Edmund relax, Oreius continued speaking.
"The finest fighters are here beyond this door. Many have fought with us in the war against Jadis. Some are allies from another land. You may recognize a few: Arthur, Ciel, Elijah Beryl... all ready for the task ahead."
"Then inside we go," Edmund replied. He was the first to open the door, walking to knights and fighters with their heads down, bowing in respect...
None of this was right.
Rinnica should have been back in her village, preparing for the upcoming festival and practicing her dance. She could have been helping to decorate. She could have been helping wherever she was needed all while excitedly chatting away with the other dryads, but no... she was here, in a dark and unsettling place where all sorts of suspicious characters ran amuck. Minotaurs here, dwarves there, grizzly bears too, all with one goal in mind - to cause havoc for those not in line with their wishes and desires.
The young dryad thought she was set free - she thought that all of Narnia was set free! The battle was won when the Great Lion Aslan gave the killing bite to Jadis the White Witch, and as he said, and the hamadryads relayed this to the masses: "It is finished." So why... why on Narnia's green land were there still those trying to keep the White Witch's despicable wish alive?!
"You there, dryad!"
Rinnica was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt herself being shoved into the table in front of her. Turning around slowly, she turned to look into the face of one of the clan's leaders. Furious black and gold eyes stared back at Rinnica.
The tiefling man spoke up. "Why haven't you finished those potions yet? Our fighters need it for strength and we haven't all day."
"You're ... terrible," Rinnica stammered out. "You know the true Kings and Queens of Narnia, and above them its true ruler! If Aslan were here right here and now he'd--"
The dryad's mouth was suddenly covered. The outburst had caused a stir, but as the tiefling kept Rinnica down, quickly everyone went back to work on their tasks.
"Listen here, Dryad," the tiefling whispered harshly. "I want to help you out of here, but you're going to have to listen to my instructions carefully. If you don't keep your mouth shut and your hands busy, the chief of this mission will be ruthless in destroying you and your village. Now go back to work and don't cause any more trouble, got it?"
Reluctantly, the dryad nodded her head. The tiefling removed his hand and stood up. A dwarf walked up to the two of them, and turned to face the man with the horns.
"Kain, the chief wants to see you immediately," he said.
With a huff, Kain turned around and walked off with the dwarf, leaving Rinnica in front of her table of ingredients. Rinnica ran a hand through her hair and got caught in a knot. Where her dark brown hair was once brushed ever so neatly, now it was matted and tangled, and the twigs and leaves of the setting were her ornaments. This whole ordeal was starting to be too much for Rinnica to bear, but she couldn't cry yet. Instead, she did as she was told and kept her hands busy - grinding, measuring, and mixing ingredients until the recipes were complete.
"Aslan," Rinnica prayed in her mind. "set me free from this place."
----
The castle of Cair Paravel was lively on this day. Everyone had something to do, something to attend to. Surely it would be a busy day for everyone, and King Edmund knew it in his bones as he walked down the corridor to the meeting hall. It had been a full year since Aslan had coronated him and his siblings as the Kings and Queens of Narnia. Frankly Edmund wanted the Lion himself to be walking down with him and handling this stressful situation. He had only been king for a short time and felt nowhere near prepared to lead this meeting let alone the whole of Narnia.
A hand rested on Edmund's shoulder, and the young king nearly jumped. Edmund looked up, and saw the serious yet gentle gaze of his mentor and guide Oreius. "Peace, King Edmund," he said. "Those chosen to lead will be given wisdom and strength to do so."
"I feel skipped over a little in that regard," Edmund replied, hiding his fear with a short laugh.
Oreius gave a small smile. "I assure you, you haven't. He gives freely to all who need it, you know this well."
Edmund knew exactly who Oreius was talking about, and his smile widened with newfound confidence. Seeing Edmund relax, Oreius continued speaking.
"The finest fighters are here beyond this door. Many have fought with us in the war against Jadis. Some are allies from another land. You may recognize a few: Arthur, Ciel, Elijah Beryl... all ready for the task ahead."
"Then inside we go," Edmund replied. He was the first to open the door, walking to knights and fighters with their heads down, bowing in respect...