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animalgirl225 · 4 years

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Queen Susan the Gentle Comes Home

Because C.S. Lewis did our queen of the radiant Southern Sun dirty

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Many years had passed since Susan had received the news on that tragic day. She had grieved for a time, but life had necessitated she move on. She had a comfortable home, a stable career, a loving partner whom she hoped to join lives with someday soon, and an overall good life, all things considered. One weekend afternoon, she moved about her small but cozy home, tidying and doing other such busy work. She lifted a small, intricate carving of a lion from a stand in the front hall, dusting underneath. She and Lucy had always shared an appreciation for lions. Such strong, graceful creatures. Why, Lucy’s favorite character from her silly imaginary land had been a lion. As she placed the lion back down, one of her cats, Truffle, walked into the room to join her brother, Hunter, in their favorite sunny window seat. She smiled as they cuddled, thinking of their slightly peculiar names. She had never been very fond of mushrooms, and while most cats enjoyed a good hunt, these two were rather lazy. Still, their names seemed right. She remembered the two words being used together a long time ago, but in what way she couldn’t recall.

Susan placed her feather duster down and looked around for her broom before remembering it had broken last week when Hunter had knocked it off the first landing. She’d have to go search her cramped attic for another. She climbed the stairs, the door creaking above her head as she pushed it open. Good gracious it was warm up here! Good thing she didn’t have long to find the broom; there it was; in a back corner by some large boxes. As she retrieved the broom and went to turn back to the stairs, however, she realized what the boxes were. The largest was labeled “Peter” the second labeled “Edmund,” and the third, and smallest box, labeled “Lucy.” Susan sighed sadly. She really must bring herself to organize her siblings’ old belongings and donate what she didn’t need, or want to remember. Slowly, she pulled Lucy’s box towards her, took a deep breath, and opened it, sneezing at the cloud of dust it raised. A small notebook sat on top of the rest of the box’s inhabitants. Two words were scratched upon the cover in a child’s handwriting- “Lucy’s Diary.”

Tears pricked at her eyes as Susan gently opened the battered notebook and began to read. The first entries were everyday thoughts, her anticipation for boarding school and her excitement to join Susan in her studies. Sniffling, Susan turned the page and froze. The date was the day they had left for boarding school, the day Peter had gotten in a scrum while waiting for the train. The entry, however, talked of none of that. The entry looked to be extensive, and detailed the siblings’ most recent ‘trip’ to that childish land, the one they had all called Narnia. She also noticed faded old sketches along the margins of odd creatures, half human and half animal. What had they called them? Fauns and centaurs? Such foolish words. Susan glanced at other notations and names. Trumpkin. Tumnus. Reepicheep. Oreius. Corin. Jadis. Maugrim. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Susan laughed to herself. Lucy had been so imaginative with the other names, but Mr. and Mrs. Beaver? She must have run out of ideas. Having already put all that silliness behind her, Susan began to close the book, but something stopped her. What, she couldn’t say. Perhaps it was the sudden memory of standing in front of a crowd in a gorgeous marble building, a delicate, golden-flowered crown being laid upon her head, and a name, Queen Susan the Gentle. And there was that young man she thought she once knew. What was his name? Caspian? What an odd name. Certainly not from around her part of England.

Susan put the book aside and looked at the rest of the contents in the box. More drawings of flowered people coming out of trees, of small bearded men, a mouse with a sword. Susan made a strange noise, one of half impatience and half amusement. They’d all had such intricate imaginations, but Lucy was the dreamiest. She had tried to insist that this world was real, long beyond Susan’s patience for the childish game. While she had loved her little sister very much, it had eventually formed somewhat of a rift between the two, as well as her brothers, who continued to entertain Lucy’s imaginations. Continuing to browse through the drawings, she flipped over the last picture and stared at the sketch. A magnificent lion looked back at her, his eyes large and gentle. There was that lion Lucy had dreamt so much about. The picture was labeled simply. What a strange name for a lion, Aslan. As the thought crossed her mind, the softest sigh of a fresh breeze wafted a single dark hair out of her face. Susan looked around in concern; she’d have to find and board that draft before it became a leak. As she turned back to the picture and stared into those eyes, a small seed of doubt came upon her. It was just an ordinary lion, right? But where had Lucy ever seen such a lion? Certainly not at the London Zoo. Those lions had all been young the last time Lucy had visited with Susan, whereas this lion was grown and regal. And why did it look so oddly familiar? Susan shook her head and placed the drawings aside, reaching back into the box.

The bottom of the small box held some pictures. Most were of the siblings, and Susan gazed at them with a heavy heart. She wished she had been able to mend their relations before the accident, that she hadn’t let such a silly game split the family. She flipped through the pictures, and came to a stop at the last one. Within its borders sat the image of a beautiful, intricately carved wardrobe. What on odd picture to be in this box. Even stranger, Susan thought the wardrobe looked familiar. A strange sense of longing filled her heart as she stared at the image. She felt as though this wardrobe were oddly connected to some long-forgotten, wonderful memory.

She gazed at the image a while longer before shaking her head, repacking the box, gently placing the small diary on top, and closing the box back up. As she closed the box’s flaps to push it back into the corner, she thought she heard a gentle whisper, a deep, rich voice that simply said “Susan…” It must be the heat of the attic, she thought. It really was a warm day. She began to climb down the ladder of the attic, but gazed one more time towards that back corner. Did something just growl? How odd. Hopefully there weren’t any unwelcome guests in the walls. She’d have to keep a close watch on the area.

That night, Susan had the most vivid dreams she’d had in years. She dreamt of magnificent creatures, griffins and minotaurs, and talking mice and horses. She dreamt of epic battles, an evil white witch, and a duel between Peter and another man dressed as a king. She dreamt of a magnificent water god rising from a river, a bearded man presenting her with a horn and bow and arrows, and of the glorious image of a powerful, gentle lion. And her siblings. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy, all of them together at a castle, celebrating a victorious battle. The last thing she remembered before she awoke was the strongest, loudest roar she had ever heard.

Susan awoke with tears streaming down her face. Everything had returned. Their rule over Narnia for 15 years, their return to England and the professor, their journey back to Narnia that one fateful day, and their battle to win Narnia back from the Telmarines. How could she have forgotten? She had lived a whole other life, a wonderful life, in a beautiful country hidden in a wardrobe. Susan cried harder than she had since the accident. How could she have left that world behind? Narnia had been everything to her. Why hadn’t she been there with her family on that fateful day? She arose from her bed early to begin her day; she was not going to get any more sleep this morning. Suddenly she was struck by the urge to visit the cemetery where her family was buried, a place she had not visited for some time now. She had to tell her family what she had remembered, and she owed them all an apology. Lucy especially. After dressing hastily, she was about to leave when she remembered Lucy’s diary upstairs. She must bring it with her. After retrieving the book, she ran towards the front hall, startling Truffle and Hunter as she passed. Clutching the book to her chest, she flung open the door and ran down the steps. “Lucy! Ed! Peter! I remember! I remember it all!” she cried, not caring in the slightest what the neighbors thought of her state. She felt she could run all the way to the cemetery, and in her rush, she forgot to heed her surroundings. As she entered the roadway, a car horn rang out, louder and louder until it became a roar. And then, quite suddenly, everything was quiet.

The bustle of the London morning was gone. Susan opened her eyes. She couldn’t describe what she saw; the light was strangely hazy, and were those trees? She couldn’t tell. She looked down and saw herself standing on a carpet of soft grass, small wildflowers growing among the green blades. How on earth had she gotten to the cemetery so fast? She had barely left her house, last she remembered. But as she looked around, she didn’t see any headstones. In fact, she couldn’t see much of anything in this dim light. Something rustled behind her. She turned quickly and saw a massive shape in the haze. “Hello?” she asked tentatively.

“Susan.” a voice said. She remembered that voice. The very voice that had given her that name, Queen Susan the Gentle, and had told her all those years ago that her time in Narnia had come to an end. “Aslan?” She whispered in stunned disbelief. “My child, why have you forsaken me?” the great lion asked, still shrouded in mist. “Aslan, I, I just…” She started, but she couldn’t finish. She had no excuse. “I’m so sorry,” she said softly, and fell to the ground in tears. “I lost myself. I lost Narnia. I lost my family. I lost…you.” She sobbed into her hands. “I’ve lost everything. Please, forgive me!”

Something soft touched her knee, and she looked up to find the magnificent lion before her, his long tail resting on her leg. She sprang forward like she did all those years ago with Lucy at the Stone Table, burying her face into his glorious mane. “Oh Aslan, I’m so sorry.” she whispered. “Dear One, I never forgot you. You did as I asked, growing and living in your world. I was saddened to watch as you forgot me, however. That, I did not ask of you.” He said with his rich, gentle voice. “I know. I’m sorry, Aslan. I was wrong; I forgot who I was. Can you ever forgive me?” Susan replied, pulling away and looking the lion in the eyes. “Child, I could never not. It is as I said before: once a queen of Narnia, always a queen of Narnia. Welcome to my country, Queen Susan. Welcome home.”

At his words, the haze cleared, and Susan found herself in what looked like Narnia, but everything was so much more beautiful and…perfect. She gazed around in wonder at the magnificent waterfalls, the towering snow-capped mountains, and the wildflowers growing in beautiful clusters. And then, there they were. She saw figures walking toward her and ran to meet them with tears in her eyes, the great lion following at a distance. Lucy, Edmund, Peter, her parents, Caspian, Mr. Tumnus, Trumpkin, and the Beavers all gathered around her with joy, welcoming her as a Friend of Narnia once more.

#narnia #susan pevensie #queen susan the gentle #aslan #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #trumpkin #mr. tumnus

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siancore · 4 years

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A/N: This is a collab between @thematsaidwelcome79 and I. It details Rick's return to ASZ after six years of everyone thinking he was dead

Part 1: Prologue by Siancore

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Warnings: Typical Zombie Apocalypse Violence; Blood; and Gore.

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The cool water slid down Rick’s throat. It hurt a little, as he swallowed too much at once; the reprieve felt almost foreign. He could not remember the last time he had been given something to drink. His captors liked to remind him that being an ingrate in their community did not go unpunished. It was not that Rick was ungrateful for the help, because he truly was. They had saved his life when he was on the brink of death. They had lifted him to safety, and, as they so bluntly put it, wasted valuable resources on him; resources that could have gone to someone else. Someone who would have appreciated the help. Someone who would have wanted to stay and work off the debt that they owed. But Rick Grimes did not want to stay. He wanted to go home to Michonne and Judith; he needed to go home to his family. He was not an ingrate, but rather, a man who wanted to be with his wife and daughter.

That was almost six years ago. Six heartbreaking, lonely years. It crushed his heart just to acknowledge how long it had been. Not a single day passed where he did not miss his girls. Not a single day passed where he had not longed for them; where he wished he had done things differently. Where he wished he would have spent more time with them, and less time at the bridge. Where he hoped and prayed that they were safe. They had to be. He knew Michonne would do everything in her power to make sure they were.

Judith. His precious child whom he swore to always protect. Whom he had hoped to be there with, every step of the way. His daughter who did not deserve this world she was thrust into. He missed her little smile. He missed the way that she felt in his embrace; how she looked at him with such adoration that it caused his heart to swell with pride, and hurt at the same time because all he ever wanted to do was live for her.

Michonne. His heart ached for her, knowing that she most likely thought he had died. She had lost so much, too much. It saddened him deeply that he was putting her through the grief of losing yet another person she loved. He missed the way she felt wrapped in his arms. How her kisses breathed new life into him again and yet again. How she was smart and strong and wanted the best for their little family.

Thoughts of them are what kept Rick going on those harsh days and those long and lonely nights. When he had first arrived, he was unconscious. He spent months in a coma, he was told. They had kept him alive and cared for him. When he had woken, he was disoriented and remembered nothing of what led to him being there.

As time passed, he grew strong, regained his memories, and healed; he recalled seeing all of the people he had cared for. The ones who were long gone, and the ones who were still living. And then that explosion. The destruction of the bridge, and the sacrifice of his life, to save everyone else. When he was feeling particularly low, he would curse himself for giving so much. But then he would regain composure and realize he had done the right thing. He had saved them.

Yet it was not lost on Rick that the cost to himself was great. Though his family was safe, they were without him, and he was without them. That is what fuelled him and his urge to leave the community. When he was well enough to work, they asked him to. Jadis asked him to. Her being allowed to stay, it seemed, was riding on Rick’s cooperation and willingness to toil and sweat as a form of recompense.

He reminded her that he had a family back in Alexandria; this meant very little to her. He knew she was a selfish person, but this was another level of malice. He reminded himself that she should meet a swift end if ever he was afforded to opportunity to do so. With each failed attempt at escape; with each subsequent beating and imprisonment, Rick grew more determined to free himself of the walls of this prison dressed up as civilization. But he needed to be smart. They had locked him away for long enough, now he would convince them he was ready to join the workforce.

Presently, he found himself being given food and water. He would play the grateful prisoner for a time, even agree to work their fields, until it was time for him to make his move. Jadis stood at the other side of the small cell and watched him. He chewed the food slowly, so he did not choke, and hoped it would be enough to give his some physical strength.

“You don’t have to spend the rest of your life in here,” she said. He said nothing. It was the same message she delivered each and every time she visited. “There’s work to be done; debts to be paid, if you’re ready to do what’s needed without trying to get away, they will have you. They will let you out of this shithole.”

Rick washed his food down with the water she brought with her. He then looked up and met her eyes. Determination rose in his aching stomach until it seeped through his tired bones and flowed through his veins. He cleared his throat and said, barely above a whisper, “I’m ready.”

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The sun was bright and it burned his eyes. Being locked away in the dark cell did not help to maintain his eyesight. It took a moment to adjust to being outdoors in that daylight again. A guard stayed with Rick while he went to wash up. The dirt and grime fell from his weary body and the cold water rejuvenated him. As he found his bearings, he remembered that the prison cells were near the agricultural fields, and the sprawling community was off in the distance.

Rick slicked his long curls back, and ran his hand over his thick, mostly-white beard. He would not waste time visiting a barber, for half of the day was already gone. Instead, he chose to begin to work the fields. If he did that for a week or so, maybe the powers that be would be more lax with the security detail; maybe they would be fooled into thinking he was ready to repay them for their so-called hospitality and kindness.

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With each day that passed, Rick grew stronger. With each day, he was able to take note of the routines of the guards, and identify if there were any structural weaknesses in the walls: There were none, but off in one of the corners, the barrier was low. What he understood of this community was that it was part of a larger network. No one told him where he was in the world; no one told how far he was from home. It was something of a security measure against those whom the community had acquired.

It was the end of another workday, a few weeks into his duties, and Rick was packing away the farming implements and chemicals he was using. The guards’ watchful eyes were never far away, so there was no way he could take one of the tools back to the cells with him. As he brushed his curls from his brow, he had an idea. It just might work, too, he mused, if he could get word to the other prisoners and gain their support. Upon approaching one of the guards, he put forth his request.

“Do you think I’d be able to see the barber tonight?” asked Rick as he ran his hand through his mess of curls. “Didn’t realize how much of a bitch it was to let my hair get so long.”

The guard eyed him, and then nodded his head before saying, “Yeah. Don’t see why not. I’ll send him around after meal time.”

“Thanks,” said Rick as he ambled toward the mess hall to have dinner and spread a few whispers of dissent.

…..

The thing about the prison block in the community was that it was only guarded by two people at any time: One on the inside, and the other at the outer door. It was their own hubris about the fortitude of their infrastructure that accounted for this somewhat relaxed approach. Rick was going to use it to his advantage.

He waited in his cell for the barber to come; upon their arrival, Rick played the willing punter in need of a cut and shave. He backed away from the cell door when the sentry unlocked it, and took up a seat on the stool the barber brought in.

“Yell if you need anything,” said the guard as he closed the door and left the two men inside the cell. Rick noticed it was not locked. They would be foolish to lock someone in there with a prisoner. There was no way they would even entertain letting a prisoner go with a hostage. Luckily, Rick had no intentions of taking a hostage.

“What’d you need?” asked the barber as he sharpened his straight razor on the leather strap attached to his bag.

“Get rid of the beard,” said Rick. “But leave the curls, my wife loves them. She’ll want to run her fingers through them when I break free from this place and find her.”

“Eh?” asked the barber.

As quickly as he grew confused, Rick was on him and had freed the razor from his grasp. He used it to slice it across the barber’s neck. His limp body fell to the dusty floor as the people in the cells next to Rick started yelling and banging on their cages. The guards were back there in no time, one before the other. Rick rammed the freshly sharpened blade into the first guard’s stomach, before disembowelling him. He moved to the next guard and kicked him in the shin, effectively breaking his leg just below the knee. He cried out in pain and dropped to the floor before Rick took the razor from the other guard’s still-writhing corpse, and slit his throat. He searched their bodies for the keys and took one lot for himself, and gave the others to the other prisoners.

Havoc ensued as everyone ran from the block to make their escape. They used chemicals on hand to fuel the fires; they set the cellblock and the crops alight. Some dashed for the fences and ran for the walls. Others wanted retribution for their captivity and were intent on doing as much damage as they could. It took some time before alarms were sounded and the police force came. Rick hid over near one of the tool sheds and watched the chaos unfurl. While the authorities were busy with chasing down escapees and extinguishing fires, Rick crept away to the quiet corner of the yard and scaled the fence in the place where it was lowest.

By the time the fires were put out and the prisoners were either captured or killed, Rick was running furiously through the abandoned streets of the outlying surrounds. He ran until his legs felt like they would give way. He ran until his lungs hurt. He ran until he could no longer smell the smoke from the fires. He ran until his body was so heavy that it collapsed to the soft dirt on the side of a sealed road. He willed himself to stand and figure out where he was. In the moonlight, he was able to see a sign that read: Welcome to Ohio. So much to discover…

#richonne #richonne fanfiction #rick grimes #michonne #michonne grimes

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missyusof · 4 years

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Assalamualaikum sistas,

Ive battled with anxiety and depression for so many years.

The only thing that I strongly urge anyone who is going through a dark episode right now is, please get help.

You kena ikhtiar semua cara. Dont give up on yourselves.

- Jangan takut untuk jumpa doctor and makan ubat.

- Jangan dengar nasihat orang2 yang bukan pakar dalam bidang psychology. Especially those yang tak pernah go through depression and suka perlekehkan mental health. Stay far far away from these kinda people.

- You can talk to people tentang how you feel, but dont expect anyone untuk faham what you are going through. Depression and anxiety is a very complicated illness. You just need one person yang boleh jadi your go-to support system. Choose your go-to person carefully.

- Kalau you are dealing with loss of loved ones, jangan takut untuk grieve. Please grieve and take as much time as you want. Even to grieve the death of your unborn child. Go ahead and grieve properly so you boleh finally get over the episode and mula cherish the beautiful moments.

- Istighfar.. never stop making istighfar.

Istighfar akan hapuskan dosa2 yang block doa kita dari sampai kepada Allah SWT.

- Setiap kali you rasa extreme sadness, helpless or restless, perform solat sunat taubat. 1st rakaat, Fatehah and Surah Al Kafirun, 2nd rakaat, Fatehah and surah Al Ikhlas. Lepas solat, munajat pada Allah. Mengadu, talk to Allah..

- There will be days that you rasa you tak larat nak bangun or talk to anyone. But you kena bangun jugak sebab you ada tanggungjawab. Its okay to not want to do anything. Its okay to curl up in your bed and cry. Its okay to want to feel alone. Gunakan masa tu untuk sort out your feelings even though at that point of time, mungkin you taknak fikir apape. You just want to stare sampai ceiling tu berlobang.

Its okay.. to feel depressed.

Orang akan suruh kita baca Quran, solat, bla bla bla..

Orang akan tuduh kita tak beriman, tak takut Allah bla bla bla.

But takde orang tau why, kita feel extreme sadness for no reason at all..

Rasulullah SAW pon pernah rasa depressed, sebab Allah SWT tak turunkan wahyu pada baginda for a long time. And Rasulullah SAW ingat Allah da taknak bagi wahyu or want him as a Nabi anymore. Baginda was so so sad and mula fikir yang bukan2. Baginda thought that Allah SWT da lupakan baginda saw..

Almost 6 months passed.. then turunlah surah Ad Dhuha..

مَا وَدَّعَكَ رَبُّكَ وَمَا قَلَىٰ

(Bahawa) Tuhanmu (wahai Muhammad) tidak meninggalkanmu, dan Ia tidak benci (kepadamu, sebagaimana yang dituduh oleh kaum musyrik).

-Sura Ad-Dhuhaa, Ayah 3

And lepas dapat surah ni, Rasulullah SAW rasa tenang kembali.

Masa I was at my lowest, apa je orang bagi tips, semua I cuba. Sebab I takut, I will never smile again. I takut, I will never be happy again. I nak this thick black clouds of sadness to go away.

Kita semua akan face iman rollercoaster every now and then. And bila tengah feel betul2 low iman, paksa diri untuk do the minimum yang kita mampu. Solat hujung waktu pon takpe, solat kelam kabut pon takpe.. janji buat. And keep on talking to Allah SWT dalam hati. Keep on mengadu and merintih pada Tuhan kita..

May Allah SWT heal all our broken hearts.

I am so happy that I get to see most of you ladies yang selalu PM me. Thank you atas semua kata2 semangat.

Hari I lemah, you all jadi kekuatan me.

May Allah SWT reward every single one of you dengan berlipat kali ganda for being kind to me.

Jaga hati, jaga iman, and yok start preparing for Ramadan.

❤

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shimmershaewrites · 6 years

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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 17 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Title: Waltzing's for Dreamers.

Rating: PG if that.

Warnings: some language.

Characters/Pairings: Carol/Daryl, Jadis, Beth Greene, Ezekiel, mentions of Sophia Peletier, original character, Noah, Eric Raleigh, allusions to Carol/Other, mention of Tobin, Benjamin.

So sorry about the delay on this. I was blocked on this chapter for a number of reasons, but then Jadis just inserted herself and the log jam cleared and I'm still not completely sure if that's a good thing, lol. I'll take what I can get, though. ;)

Waltzing’s for Dreamers

Seven years after Vegas. Second week of April. Aka, Prom week.

The auditorium is already humming with activity when she slips inside. Ducks into the back row to hide in the shadows with the rest of the latecomers hoping to go unnoticed. Of course, she isn’t that lucky. The part-time art teacher, full-time pain in her ass this particular time of year definitely notices.

“Are we going for unfashionably late or…”

Carol simply uncaps her water bottle and takes a measured sip. Mulls her words and her life choices. Because taking the long way around? Sprinting clear across campus in an effort not to inadvertently cross paths with her should have already been, soon to be (if not already) ex-husband? Well. Not only is it ill-advised and more juvenile than she’d ever care to admit out loud, it’s more of a workout than she’s ever previously realized and she vows to be a little more understanding the next time one of her students has to do the same. Jadis, however? Doesn’t necessarily deserve her good will but she gives it to her anyway. Until she presses her luck.

“Very boho-chic.”

It’s not so much the words she says. It never is actually. It’s the way she says them and Carol fights the urge to scowl like a child, which she suspects is very much the reaction the other woman is going for. Instead, she schools her expression and glances down at her ensemble. The long, gauzy peasant skirt that (hopefully) hides the fact that she is too tired dealing with the prom and this play business, dealing with the kids and their respective busy schedules, dealing with Daryl’s return and all the emotional upheaval it has caused in so very short a time to really care if she hasn’t shaved her legs in a few days. The loose, flowing tunic with its pretty paisley pattern that makes her feel like a bit of a gypsy queen and the ancient ankle boots that are broken in and comfortable and still kind of low-key sexy. She looks back up, matches her seating companion’s lifted brow, and smiles, obviously catching her off-guard. “Thanks. Did you do something different with your hair?”

“As a matter of fact…”

“Very David Bowie.”

Jadis narrows her eyes and leaves in a huff, insinuating herself with the group of flummoxed music students a couple of rows down. Beth among them.

Carol barely has any time to celebrate her departure before Ezekiel is claiming the woman’s abandoned chair and dumping a pile of dog-eared scripts in her lap. “What is this? No. No. This is your dog and pony show, remember?”

“But I disagree, fair maiden. Twas your students, if I recall, that chose this year’s production.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she mutters, “Yeah. A group of departing students with an ax to grind.” She shudders at the memory of a week’s worth of performances of Seussical and glares at the back of Jadis’s head because the woman’s artistic vision for the show had been a source of nightmares at her house for weeks. With even Sophia suggesting they shelve anything Dr. Seuss related until it all had time to fade from their consciousness. When the kids had voted to permanently retire it, she hadn’t voiced any objections and neither had he or any of the other teachers involved in the joint venture except one. “Do you really blame them?”

Lost in the fog of his own memories, Ezekiel intones, “I do not. And yet, Romeo and Juliet is a marked improvement.”

They don’t discuss it any further because the door next to the stage opens and bright sunlight and more people spill inside, including Noah and the man she’s been so desperately trying to avoid for days now. “You didn’t.”

Ezekiel doesn’t even bother to deny his guilt, instead taking credit where credit is due and seeming to delight in her utter state of shock and shrugging off her assertion of betrayal. “Oh, it would seem that I have indeed. You cannot run from love forever, Carol.”

Maybe not, Carol thinks as she studies Daryl unaware. His dark blond hair falling across his blue eyes and the button up shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders. The snug jeans that have more than a few of the teenage girls in the auditorium voicing low twitters of approval and her own reawakened hormones staging a revolt against her better sense. Fortunately, sanity prevails. After all, his physical beauty she can resist. However challenging it might be. The marvel of his heart beneath his gruff exterior? Well. That’s a different story altogether and damn Ezekiel for pushing the issue. She knew she never should have trusted leaving him alone in an inebriated Eric’s presence at the last staff party. Making a mental note to have a little talk with the loose-lipped band director as soon as this meeting is over, she tells him, “There’s nothing to run from. Not anymore.”

“Methinks, the lady doth protest too much.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Carol, Carol, Carol. Don’t…”

“Bullshit a bullshitter. I know,” she hisses, mindful of the curious eyes that are starting to turn in their direction. “I’ve heard it all before. And anyway. Isn’t that somebody else’s line?” Feeling cornered, with her emotions more than a little bit raw due to all of the revelations of the past month and a half, she lets her anger at the whole fucked up situation bleed through. “Your schtick is getting old and I don’t appreciate you sticking your nose in where it isn’t wanted.”

“I was merely trying to…”

“Help?” She laughs derisively. Quietly as she looks away from him. Knots her fingers in the folds of her skirt.

“Mock me if you will, but do not deny that you pine for him and he for you. Anyone with eyes can see it. Even those that do not know the half of your history together. And this situation with Tobin, his very public proposal...”

She cuts him off with a finger to his chest. “Is none of your business.” Pulling the strap of her messenger bag onto her shoulder and standing, she can’t find it in herself to care anymore about whatever audience they might have. Shoving the scripts back into his arms, she shakes her head. “Why do you even care?”

“Because it makes me feel good. And because I do not wish to see two very stubborn people make yet another mistake. This one irreparable.”

“It’s our mistake to make. Ours.”

“Excuse me. Sir? Ms. Mason?”

As one, the sparring adults answer. “Yes, Benjamin?”

“A few of us were talking and we wondered if we could go ahead and get started. We got prom committee, too, and we still have a shi—crapton of work to do, Sir.”

Carol uses his distraction in answering the boy to make her escape and she doesn’t look back. If she had? Well. Point is, she doesn’t.

Daryl’s steely gaze softens and lingers on her in concern anyway.

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Waltzing's for Dreamers #aka What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas fic #stuff that I write #Jadis #Beth Greene #Ezekiel #Noah #Eric Raleigh #mentions of Sophia Peletier #original character #allusions to Carol/Other #mentions of Tobin #Benjamin #some language

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taempe08-blog · 6 years

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Rest in peace kim jong hyun. Saya cuman mau cerita. Gimana berartinya SHINee dikehidupan saya. Ini bukan berlebihan. Ini adalah fakta bahwa mereka yang membantu saya membentuk diri saya sendiri. Saya mengenal SHINee 8 tahun yang lalu, saya awal masuk kpop karena hello baby SHINee. Saya suka taemin, saya suka 2min. 2minship garis keras. Saya suka ke empat member SHINee. Dulu waktu smp bahkan pernah berantem sama pacar cuman krn dia jelekin shinee. Guys. Rasa cinta rasa sayang seseorang jangan dianggap mainan apalagi lelucon. Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun. Jjong. Orang yg sering banget saya impikan untuk menjadi jodoh saya (jaman old) karena 2min dan onkey. Jonghyun pria yg baik, dia sayang banget sama member lain, sama taemin juga. Bahkan konser dia dulu nanyi dan dance lagi taemin. Shinee adalah obsesi saya sejak dulu. Walaupun saya punya banyak idola baru, tapi saya ga pernah meninggalkan shinee. Betapa sangat kecewa saya pada pilihan kim jonghyun. Saya lebih menerima dia meninggalkan shinee dibandingkan dia mati. Ini menyedihkan. Hampir tiap saat saya menangis. Saya kesal saya marah saya sedih. Saya cuman berharap apapun pilihan yg diambil Jonghyun. Itu yg terbaik. Dia kesepian dia menderita. Jangan main main sama org yg punya gangguan mental. Orang yg tertawa didepan adalah org yg memiliki dark sidenya sendiri. Tanggal 18 desember, padahal dulu sempet berfikir mau nikah tgl 18 desember. Kayaknya enggak deh. Tgl 18 fix jd tgl menyedihkan!! Maaf tapi SHINee sangat berarti buat saya. Jonghyun yg suka berdiri ditengah, menjawab semua pertanyaan kaya leader, ketawanya yang khas, suaranya yg menggelegar. Kim jonghyun teh kenapa ya. Sedih banget!! Dulu pas nonton konser shinee dia ramah banget. Maaf maaf sekarang ga terlalu perhatian ke SHINee, padahal SHINee mau kambek, dulu aku ga nonton konser shinee karna bcd. Entah kenapa urg jadi menyesal kenapa urg milih bcd dibandingkan SHINee. But live is choice. Apapun alasan kamu, ya itulah. Dulu aku selalu berbangga dengan SHINee yg selalu bersama ga ada member yg egois keluar grup milih solo milih ekting atau sakit. Tapi ini jauh lebih egois, ninggalin SHINee tanpa ngasih kesempatan shawol buat liat lagi. Love you kim jonghyun. I love you so much. Ini kaya ditinggalin figur abang yg selalu ada buat adeknya. SHINee emang tumbuh bersamaku. Sekarang aku harus gimana? Kosan ku penuh dengan barang barang shinee, kamar penuh poster shinee. Bahagia sama pilihan aa jjong ya a :)

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kerahlekung · 4 years

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Bila kami bereformasi,awak masih pakai pampers...

Bila kami bereformasi,awak masih pakai pampers....

Naib Ketua Wanita KEADILAN Yb Juwairiya berkata kumpulan seperti Otai Reformis 98, Jingga13, MASSA dan Anak Reformasi hanyalah sekadar badan bukan kerajaan (NGO) dan tidak mewakili ahli atau pemimpin partinya. Adakah dia ni lupa siapa yg tubuhkan dan siapa ahli ahli dalam NGO tu?? Atau telah jadi bodoh sejak bersetongkol dengan Kartel?? Jingga13 sendiri yg kini dah 9 tahun diwujudkan adalah terdiri dari ahli KEADILAN, ditubuhkan oleh ahli KEADILAN, di iktiraf oleh Presiden KEADILAN sejak zaman Wan Azizah hingga kini Anwar Ibrahim dan dibarisi anak muda yg majoriti dari mereka masih AMK suatu ketika dulu, dan banyak mempertengahkan barisan anak muda yg berani menentang rejim UMNO ketika era pemerintahan Najib.

Yb Jue si payung terjun, takkan tak perasan ada antara golongan kamu sendiri suatu masa dulu di zaman pembangkang adalah dari NGO2 yg kamu kata bukan ahli parti ni?? Nak aku senaraikan satu persatu ke?? Aku tak heran kalau suatu masa nanti jika ada kumpulan pengundi Dun Bukit Melawati bersuara ketidakpuasan hati, dia sendiri keluar statement kumpulan tu bukan pengundi Dun Bukit Melawati.. Nilah contoh org lupa diri. Selamba kutuk geng turun ke jalan reformasi. Tak marah aih..pada mada YB masih dok pakai pampers... Bila YB payung terjun dari #Kartel yg cuba putar sejarah!!! Kami reformis harap2 awak tonggek dalam PRU15 nanti- f/bk

Najib dan Zahid kaya raya

tapi suka balun duit rakyat...

Pemimpin UMNO kata senarai kenderaan Zahid itu tidak lah mengejutkan..Sebab dia dah kaya sebelum jadi TPM... Kenyataan ini aku setuju.. Tapi itu bukan lah persoalannya.. Aku pun tahu, Zahid Hamidi dulu pernah dilantik pengerusi BSN.. Sama seperti Azeez Rahim dia dulu pernah dilantik pengerusi Tabung Haji.. Takkan lah depa takda harta langsung..itu mustahil.. Begitu juga Najib..Najib ni dari keluarga Bangsawan.. Adik dia CEO CIMB, Anak Perdaan Menteri.. Memang Najib Kaya.. Tak heran..Yayasan Noah, Pak sedara dia ada saham Genting.. Sepupu dia Hishamuddin pun anak bangsawan..anak bekas Perdana Menteri, kalau takda langsung harta,Menipu lah... Tapi itu bukan Soalnya.. Soalnya Pendakwaan depa ni melibatkan Penyelewengan di Mahkamah, Segala harta.. Segala Perbelanjaan mewah,Percutian mewah, samaada Beli jam mewah sebagai hadiah jam untuk pujuk bini, Bayar Insuran berpuluh Kenderaan mewah dari sumber haram.. dari dana Kebajikan.. apa lagi teruk dari sumber dana awam seperti KWAP dan KWSP.. Kalau kamu kaya, Guna saja Duit kamu sendiri.. apa perlu transaksi yang mencurigakan..Duit hasil rasuah dan Derma komisen Projek.. apa perlu kamu menggunakan pelbagai cara "mencuci Duit"menghalalkan duit yang haram, Rasuah dan penyalahgunaan kuasa ini bukan saja boleh melibatkan orang susah..Hatta orang Kaya, Taikun pun boleh terjebak dengan rasuah... dan akhirnya mereka ini cuma mensucikan rasuah dengan Agama dan Kebajikan. Sebab apa ini berlaku ? Sebab Nafsu kepada harta dan pangkat ini tidak pernah cukup. Yang menjadi pelik hari ini, Ulama boleh bersama penyamun dan penhkhianat hak rakyat, tetapi menyerang mereka yang membela hak rakyat seperti Rafizi..Lihatlah muka depan harakah hari ini, bagaimana mereka mempertikaikan Peguam negara hanya kerana dia cuba melepaskan dari pendakwaan semula keatas rafizi selepas dibebaskan Mahkamah hanya kerana mendedahkan salah laku pemimpin yang korup, tapi tanpa rasa malu bersama Najib dan Zahid di persidangan UMNO kononnya bicara soal maruah Melayu dan Islam.. inilah gambaran Ulama Jahat..Inilah 2 Perkara bukan hanya merosakkan seorang Pemimpin...hatta Seorang Ulama ! dan akhirnya kerana 2 Perkara ini mereka merosakkan Agama.. - Ipohmali

UMNO-Baru's struggle. What struggle?...

To which Umno-Baru "struggle" was the party's secretary-general, Annuar Musa, referring when he urged its members to berjihad (fight hard) and donate towards the Umno-Struggle Fund (Umno-Tabung Perjuangan)? While the average Malaysian was struggling to make a living and struggling to pay his taxes, Umno-Baru leaders merely helped themselves to taxpayers' money and the donations collected by charities. As far as many Malaysians are concerned, Umno-Baru leaders struggle to tell the truth, and they struggle to keep their hands off the taxpayers' money. Their politicians struggle to be sincere, they struggle to observe law and order, and they struggle to respect people of other faiths and cultures. Most of all, many of them struggle to be law-abiding citizens. Their MPs struggle to be civil in Parliament and struggle not to be sexist. Umno-Baru struggles to tell Malaysian schoolchildren the nation's early history instead of Umno-Baru's version. For several decades, Umno-Baru ministers struggled to give students a decent well-rounded education, struggled to assist senior citizens, struggled to promote interfaith harmony - whilst the police, armed forces and civil service found it a struggle not to become political puppets. What is Annuar's (below) definition of struggle? He should ask graduates why many cannot afford a home and are forced to stay with their parents. Many pensioners are afraid to fall ill, especially if they live on their own, and have no family members for support. Single mothers struggle to gain justice under the syariah system. Lawyers string them along, and many of these desperate women give up the struggle for justice. They struggle to make ends meet, struggle to have a family life, because many have to keep two or three jobs to provide for their children. With hard work and perseverance comes success. For decades, Umno-Baru's affirmative action policies and the NEP stopped the Malay cronies from taking risks. They never understood the real meaning of having to struggle for success. Today, many Malays struggle to appreciate the struggles of the non-Malays, the hardships they endured to send a child to university, to start a business, to buy a property or to repay a debt. The oft-repeated mantra of Umno-Baru (and PAS) is that they are the only ones to "protect the Malays and defend Islam". Both failed in this struggle.

Today, many Malays require protection from other greedy, manipulative and power-hungry Malays, many of whom are current and former Umno-Baru leaders. Think of Najib Abdul Razak, his spouse, his deputy Ahmad Zahid Hamidi (below), Felda's former chairperson and many other Malays who were former heads of GLCs. For the past four decades, Umno-Baru struggled to uphold the good name of Islam. With the formation of the beefed-up Jakim, women became more suppressed, with their minds imprisoned, according to the whims of the men who make the rules. The Malay woman's dress and behaviour are considered more important than her ability and achievements. Many Muslim women find it a struggle to compete in the 21st Century, because some men expect them to conform to 6th Century modes of behaviour. Children are married off because it is men's religious right. The underage children struggle to be wives, mothers and home-carers because they are children. The self-appointed "protectors" of Islam in Jakim have made the lives of ordinary Muslims (and non-Malays/Muslims) more of a burden and struggle. The Umno-Baru "struggle" extends to their wives and families. Some spouses, who are as extravagant as their husbands, struggle to convince us that their vast wealth came from saving their pocket money since they were teenagers. Some Umno-Baru children struggle to contain their violent outbursts when denied entry to a condominium and struggle not to swipe other men's girlfriends. Other spoilt Umno-Baru brats struggle not to order other people about, as if they were the emperor's daughter. Other Umno-Baru offspring struggle not to flaunt their ill-gotten wealth. How can one afford a RM7 million house, when one has no education, no job and no social skills? The arrogant Umno-Baru progeny insult the rakyat by claiming they are stupid and easily duped into signing legal documents, which make naïve villagers the proxy owner of land, or a business which really belongs to an Umno-Baru politician or crony.

Was Annuar referring to Umno-Baru's struggle to pay its cybertroopers and macais? When their accounts were frozen, after GE-14, there was no financial incentive to motivate supporters to do the party's bidding. Previously pro-Umno-Baru NGOs were paid to attack those who criticised Najib's administration. The Red Shirts, led by Jamal Yunos, used to terrorise normal citizens. Abdul Rani "Kibidap" Kulup, whose band of followers wore dark sunglasses, red berets and green uniforms covered with medals, had a passion for lodging police reports against Najib's critics. Both men have disappeared from the social scene. Money does make the world go round for Umno-Baru. The only struggle, which Umno-Baru leaders know, is how to line their own pockets. Despite the rakyat's demand for good governance and an end to racism and religious extremism, Umno-Baru struggles to turn over a new leaf. The trials of Najib and Zahid have been eye-openers. During their reign of terror, people were punished for criticising their administration, but we now know that their reign was also one of uncontrolled spending with taxpayers' money, and charitable donations being used to fund their lifestyles. Zahid spent RM70,000 on insurance for his luxury cars and motorbikes, and another RM35,000 on road tax. We struggle to understand why the checks and balances failed to expose the corrupt politicians. Annuar's Umno-Baru fund is pointless, as the money will eventually fall into the pockets of its leaders. The real struggle is that we have to put up with Umno-Baru's nonsense. Moreover, we also struggle to understand why Pakatan Harapan wants to morph into a clone of Umno-Baru. - Mariam Mokhtar

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edmundlover · 7 years

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Nothing Between (Edmund x OC)

Edmund Lover “ANarnianMaiden” Amy Ing

Warnings: Kissing?

Word Count: 3,644 words

My name is Crystal. I’m 15 years old. My evil mother Jadis has captured the Just King Edmund.

I don’t know how she did it as he knows of her evil ways. From what she told me, he arrived just two days ago. Apparently, she wants to spell him and use him in her greatest war yet.

What she doesn’t know is that for some time now I have been reading many books about the past and my history. I studied the Kings and Queens of Old, and I have found they are good and just people. I guess the only reason my mother hated them is because they threatened her power. She really did need to be brought down a notch.

Another thing, I now have powers. Powers stronger than my mother. Powers stronger than she could ever imagine.

So, I started distancing myself more than usual. I voiced that I didn’t feel right about going against Aslan, the Great Lion.

Unhappy with my outburst, she threw me into her icy prison. With the Just King.

I guess you could say it was Fate. I have decided to protect him from my mother and help the cause to rid Narnia of her.

He was so much more handsome than I thought he would be and my cold heart skipped a beat when he helped me up.

“Who are you?” He asked me lifting me to my feet.

“My name is Crystal.” I gave him a small smile.

“No doubt one of Jadis’ innocent victims?”

“I put myself here.” Edmund gave me a quizzical look.

“Well, sort of. It’s a long story.” I gave a small laugh.

“I have plenty of time.” He grinned, motioning to the icy walls around us.

“Just promise you won’t interrupt until I done?” He nodded in consent.

“I am the only daughter and child of Jadis so called Queen of Narnia. My mother wants to spell you and use you against your siblings. I am more powerful than her, but she doesn’t know it. I’m going to protect you and shield you from her spell.” I took a deep and long breath after my speech. Edmund just looked at me with his mouth wide open.

“Close your mouth, Ed.” I laughed a small blush covering my cheeks, but he seemed to overlook it.

“So what powers do you exactly have?” He eagerly asked me.

“Whatever my emotions are, they turn into element control. If I cry, it will rain. If I’m angry I can control fire. I can control any power opposite my mother.” I explained in a hushed voice.

“Wow, you are one powerful girl.” Edmund said in awe.

I was about to seat myself next to him, but stopped.

“Quick! She’s coming!” I shoved myself across the room. He shot me a worried glance.

The gate opened with a bang and in walked my mother.

“Well, seems you have been acquainted with the king?” Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s too bad you were born with none of my powers and magic.” I kept my eyes down as not to make eye contact.

“Come, Edmund. I await your royal presence.” He growled as she dragged him away. With my tracking powers, I followed him. She was taking him to her private meeting room in which even I have never entered. I used my fire powers to melt a hole in the prison wall. Hiding behind an icy pillar, I set of an attack alarm. I knew she would rush to the other side of the castle to get to the watch tower. Like I predicted, she quickly left the room and disappeared down the hallway.

I burst into the room and found an unconscious Edmund. I gently slapped his cheek.

“Edmund! Wake up!” His beautiful brown eyes flashed open and met mine.

“Are you ok?” I asked

“Only a minor gash. She didn’t quite get to me yet.” He weekly smiled at me. I ripped a piece of cool cloth from my icy dress and wrapped it around his arm.

“Ok, we gotta get out of here.” I melted the wall with my hand. I raised my voice in a silent call to my horse, Luna. Faithfully, she came to me and we mounted her.

“Where do I take you?” I asked as he warily wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Aslan’s How.”

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Many hours of riding later, I could feel Edmund’s head falling off my back.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me Ed, we still have a ways to go.” I chuckled. He gave me a sleepy laugh in return.

“Should we stop for the night? You must be tired.”

“I suppose we should, I just don’t want my mum catching up with us.” Edmund hopped down and raised his arms to help me.

“Would her sleigh get this far in a forest?” I jumped down and gave him a thanking smile.

“I suppose not.” I shrugged “We can stay here and star before Dawn in the morning.”

“Ok, sure.” He nodded “Bu we can’t light a fire or Jadis will see the smoke and find us.” He scowled at her name.

I shivered and wrapped arms around myself.

“Are you cold” I only nodded

“When you live in a frozen castle with an extremely cold mother and get treated like an invisible icicle your whole life, it kinda takes you over.”

“I can’t even imagine what it would be like to even live in the same house as her” He said to me in sympathy.

“Don’t even try.” I mumbled as I plonked myself on the ground.

“Sorry.” He sat next to me, but looked away. I sighed.

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s just been a really bad day.” He turned to me.

“Aside from meeting you.” I too quickly continued. He laughed. A good strong laugh. Like a rumble of thunder in the mountains. How I loved that sound. We smiled at each other.

Edmund lay down and looked up at the stars.

“I used to watch the stars with my father when I was younger.” He sadly whispered

I lay down next to him and gazed up into the Celestial Lights.

“At least you have those memories. I have always watched them alone.”

“Not anymore.” He whispered into my ear as he pulled me close.

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Goodness he was drop dead cute in daylight, but when he sleeps he is ten times better! He just looks so peaceful.

“I know your staring at me.” He muttered in a husky morning voice.

I laughed “Am not!” I claimed, but just as I was about to admire his cuteness, he caught me.

“Told you!” he smirked. Oh, how would I explain why I fainted!

“No fair.” I pouted “You were peeking!” The look of mock horror was too much for me. I collapsed on the ground in fits of laughter.

But all to soon I felt the coolness of my mother’s evil spirit, approaching.

“Edmund! She’s found us!”

“How do you know? I don’t see or hear anything.” He started to panic.

“I can sense her. Get behind me. It’s you she wants.”

Then we saw her. Jadis alone revealed herself. Still clueless about my powers. Fingers crossed. Seeing us both, she laughed.

“Do you really think you can actually save him? Give it up. Think about it for a second. What do you have to offer him?” Sneering in her ice cold tone, she glared at me. “Give him to me, and I may just spare you both. Stay where you are, and die.”

“Never!” Clenching my fists, I yelled back with a force that made her wince and I grinned to myself.

“My dear daughter.” He tone changed for the faked better. “How could anyone but your mother love you? Surly back on Earth, this “king” has a beautiful, talented girl waiting for him.” With that said, she chuckled darkly at my pain, but I hid it well. I slowly raised my arms and started to summon strong powers within me.

“Then if not for love, then for Aslan and what is right!” I yelled as I sent her flying back with my magic.

“Come, Edmund. We have to get out of here.” He nodded.

“I’ll take it from here. Hop on the back.” I gladly did as I was told.

“Rest now. From the force you just used, I’m pretty sure you would be dead tired.” He chuckled. I only nodded as my head drooped on his warm back. as I rested, I realised what I said. Love? Really? Why did I pick up the first line that came into my head?

Whilst mentally face-palming, I fell asleep.

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Waking with a start, I sensed something was wrong, but what was it?

“Edmund, where are we?” I quickly questioned. He must have picked up the panic in my voice.

“Aslan’s How. Why?”

“Something’s not right here. I can feel it.” As he urged Luna forward, I started to test my limits with magic by imagining a sword. Into my hands, a beautiful sword began to form.

“Wow!” I whispered. I was entering a new world.

“Here, Edmund, take this. You’ll need it.” His mouth gaped open and nearly hit the floor.

Take it, Ed, we gotta get in there.” I urged running to the entrance in the lead.

The site that befell me was one that I did not want to see. There was a blonde guy with his sword drawn, but faltering and before them was my mother.

“Really?!? Does she have to be everywhere?” Edmund growled.

“Ed, take the sword and drive it through the ice. I got your back.” Taking my hand, we jumped over a small stone wall and ran to where she was.

Holding the sword in both hands, Edmund tried to drive it through the ice.

“Crystal, it won’t go in! What do I do?” Taking my small, cold hands, I placed them over his. In an instant, the ice shattered, falling to the ground.

I shielded my face from the ice, and wondered how the heck so much could happen in one day.

“I know. You had it sorted.” Edmund muttered to the blonde haired boy as he took my elbow and followed a dark haired girl.

“Susan!” He called out to her. She quickly turned at his voice.

“Edmund!” She cried, running into his opened arms.

“We thought you were dead!” Tears were streaming down her fair face.

“How did you escape?” She held him tight. I guess you could say I felt a slight twinge of jealousy.

“It was all Crystal. She rescued me. It’s such a long story. Where is Lucy? I don’t want to tell it twice.” He grasped my hand and I felt slightly confused.

“This is Crystal.” He was smiling that melt of a smile.

“Welcome to the family!” She seemed, pulling me into a hug. “Thank you for saving my little bro.” At this I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Don’t forget Caspian, Ed, I’m sure he will want to hear your tales and meet Crystal.” When Susan said this, I felt Edmund tighten his grip around my hand.

“Edmund?” A small voice called hopefully. At this, we both turned.

“Lucy!” Edmund smiled as she happily ran to him. Picking her up, he twirled her around.

“Oh how I missed you!” She laughed. I could see this was a tight nit family.

“Edmund? Who is this? What beautiful hair she has.”

Behind her was the blonde boy and a boy with dark, kinda long hair.

“Don’t tell me you were saved by a girl, Ed.”

“Guys, let Edmund introduce her and us, or we’ll never know who she is.”

“Well, this is Crystal, the girl that helped me escape from Jadis’ castle.”

“Hi.” I blushed, and gave them a wave. What was wrong with me? Nobody had ever made me blush before.

“Crystal, this is my older brother, Peter.” He motioned to the blonde one.

“My older sister, who you met, my younger sister Lucy and Prince Caspian the heir to the throne.” He smiled at me.

“But who is she really? How could she break the ice when you couldn’t and how could you rescue Edmund?” Lucy asked, still trying to piece together my complicated puzzle of a life.

“I am the only daughter of Jadis, hence why I’m wearing this rotten dress, the reason I’m always cold and why I could defeat her. I have powerful magic. But it’s for the Good. I’m here to help you all.”

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As I lay in my bed that night, I couldn’t help but think about Edmund. I was really falling for him. I’d never been in love before-my mother forbad it. It was all a new feeling for me.

Then I began to think about what my mother did to him. How could he fancy me?

Making an effort to stay quiet and not wake Susan and Lucy, I hopped out of bed and slipped to the ledge that hung over the entrance of the How.

I guess I always knew, nobody could love me. Being the daughter of Jadis would forever be a curse over my head. Why did it have to be me.

“Crystal? Is that you?” My head turned abruptly to face the dark-haired boy.

“Oh, Edmund. It’s you.” I sighed in relief. I don’t know what I would do if it was Caspian.

“Of course, who has the same handsome voice as me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I softly laughed.

“Why are you out here at this time of night?” “I could ask you the same.” I didn’t know why I was being short with him, my mood changes so fast. He had only been nice to me.

“Sorry I’m being snappy, I was just thinking about my future, that’s all.”

“But you’ll stay with us won’t you?” Edmund asked, sitting down next to me. “We could sure use your help.”

“I don’t belong here. I can sense that Peter finds me a threat and all Caspian does is check me out. It unnerves me.”

“Peter just feels the need to protect you and he’s getting used to that, but I know you can look after yourself.” Ed grinned at me as my heart fluttered inside.

“As for Caspian, he probably hasn’t laid eyes on a girl as beautiful as you.” My face turned a dreadful shade of red and he covered his mouth.

“I..I mean..” Edmund stuttering? Never.

“It’s alright, friends give compliments.”

“Yes. Friends.” He said quietly. I just rested my head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

When it was Peter’s turn to take watch, he was met by Edmund and I in a tangle of limbs.

We were partially awake, and shot away from each other.

“It’s not what it looks like Pete!” I shook my head in confirmation.

“I’m sure it’s not.” Peter smirked.

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“You’re lucky you know. To have seen Him.” I was going to sit at the Stone Table, but Peter and Lucy sounded like they were deep in conversation.

“Crystal?” I turned to face Edmund.

“I was going to talk with Peter…” Was that jealousy? “But he’s kinda busy. What’s wrong?” The look on his face was one of worry and slight anger. I reached out and took his hand. His face relaxed at my touch.

“They’re here.”

“What?” I whispered. “So soon?”

“It would seem that your mother has joined forces with Miraz.” I gasped in alarm and fear.

“Come. We have to tell Peter.” He squeezed my hand reassuringly and led me towards his brother.

“Maybe, we’re the ones that need to prove ourselves to Him.” I heard Lucy wisely tell her older brother.

“Pete, you’d better come quickly.” Lucy eyed our intwined hands and gave me a knowing smile. I just blushed-something I seemed to be doing a lot lately. She was way to wise for her age.

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“We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back.”

“If I may,” Caspian rose to Peter, glancing in my direction in the process. Edmund saw this and growled.

“Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer, but as king he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time.”

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“I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender.”

“Tell me Prince Edmund,”

“King.” I shot at Miraz, like messing up an important title was a normal thing to do.

“Pardon me?”

“It’s King Edmund actually, just king though, Peter’s the High King.” Edmund continued, casually as I looked on trying to stifle my laughter at the row of shocked and confused Nobles and Lords.

“I know, it’s confusing.”

Edmund really did have a way with words that got me laughing.

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“I’m glad I came back.” I heard Susan say to Caspian. I just tuned out. I began to shut my senses down as I pleadingly looked at Aslan.

No one had warned me. They were all leaving. They were like family to me. Real family, now that my mother was gone. Not that she treated me like family.

I hadn’t even voiced my feelings for Edmund. I mentally face palmed and inwardly groaned.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, that I didn’t notice Edmund trying to get my attention.

“Earth to Crystal.” He naturally smirked at my startled face.

“So…so…sorry” I stuttered “I was deep in thought, that’s all.”

“So I saw. You were frowning pretty bad. I thought you might be stuck like that.” I laughed softly at his attempt to lighten the mood.

“Ed?” I asked, hoping to get up the courage to ask him what he thought of me.

“Are you sad to leave?”

“No, I think I’m ready to go home, but I am sad to leave you.”

“Why would you be sad to leave me? How could you be? I’m half witch, Edmund. Witch that tried to kill you. I was born evil. There’s no escaping it.” I now had my face buried in my hands.I was always good at making a spectacle of myself, even with nobody watching.

Small drops of rain began to fall as I cried.

“Hey, hey, you know that’s not true. You know I would never think of you like that. You’re more than a friend to me. I…I love you Crystal.” He whispered, cupping my face and wiping my tears away as the sun began to return. My blue eyes melted from their icy state.

“You…you do? You really do?” I could see in his eyes he wasn’t lying.

“I do. Very much, and it pains me to leave you. To come back and find you with someone else.”

“No. Either I have you, or I die unmarried.” He laughed softly.

“So you’ll wait for me?”

“I will. I promise, with all my heart.” He then leaned down and sealed my lips with his own. The moment I dreamed of for so long, was happening.

“Nothing will ever come between us. Nothing.”

“I’m sure when I’m older, I’ll understand.” Lucy grimaced, watching us.

I leaned up and kissed Edmund again. Probably my last for a long time.

“Crystal.” Aslan’s deep voice called to me. I grasped Edmund’s hand and turned to face Him.

“My Child. Now is the time I must reveal your true past.”

“What do you mean?” I timidly asked.

“You are not the daughter of Jadis nor are you part witch. When Jadis invaded Earth, she took you because she knew you were special. By stealing you, she erased your history on Earth. By having you, she was more powerful and stayed younger. She lied about your past and gave you potions to keep you young. The powers you have, were given by Me. You are fully human.

“It can’t be?” I shockingly looked at all the Pevensies and we were all sharing the same look.

“How did I not meet the Pevensies before? When they first came to Narnia? When Edmund was in my mothers possession?”

“In fear, Jadis put you into hibernation to keep you hidden.”

“Where is my true home. My parents on Earth don’t remember me, do they?”

“No, they do not remember you. Your home can be wherever you wish it to be. If you chose to go with Edmund, I will make sure you are provided for and that you have a family. If you stay here, Caspian will look after you.” With no hesitation I gave my answer.

“I will go back to Earth with the Pevensies.” I looked to Caspian and he smiled and nodded.

“Aslan, thank you so much for everything.” I bowed to Him and He smiled.

“It is time.” He nodded to all of us.

Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy and I walked through the Door in the Air and into a place that looked somewhat familiar.

Lucy turned and looked back, as did I. As I gave her a hug I told myself No Regrets.

“Arn’t you coming, Phyllis?” We all looked at each other in confusion, but boarded the train.

Edmund began to look through his bag, then groaned.

“What is it?” I asked, while I slipped my arm through his.

“Do you think there’s a way to get back?”

“What?” He earned confused looks from us all.

“I left my new torch in Narnia!”

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