It’s November 17th, 1957. Thats why you hear crying on the street corner. That’s why you see all the mothers in town keeping their children inside. Back in 1939 this was the day that Little Eddie disappeared.
A rough thought of how Eddie might have appeared. But really, imagine him any way you wish.
My dear sister sent me a writing prompt a few weeks ago with the suggestion that I write a short piece containing only dialogue. No narrating, no ‘he said’ or ‘she said’ tags. Just dialogue.
I was at a loss on how to do this at first, but then an inspiration hit. More Narnia fanfiction… 🙂 If you’ve never read “The Horse and His Boy”, this short little snippet might be confusing. But if you’ve read the book… then sit back and attempt to enjoy my imaginings.
It was a warm summer night with breezes smelling of oak leaves and apples. Humple the faun lay on his back, partially under a giant apple tree, and gazed at the stars dancing above his head. On this particular night, the sight was breathtaking. He could see the bright points of light moving in and out, glinting and shimmering as they weaved around one another. Never before had the dance of the stars been visible to the wood creatures.
This little bit of imagining was brought about by a friend casually saying… “You should try fanfiction!” And this was a small attempt at making a certain event come alive a little more. If you are a fan of this certain series you will understand the connection. 🙂
The sound of boots across stone. The heavy clang and scrape of barred doors. The familiar groan, the tears, the heartache. It was all the same. Day after day. It took eleven steps to get from the cell across the hall to the door leading out. And when you were taken from your cell, there were only two options after that. Death, or life. Which would it be?
And Peter became a tall and deep chested man and a great warrior, and he was called King Peter the Magnificent.
High King Peter the Magnificent. There are so many things I want to say about him that I’m not sure where to start. Actually I do. The movies messed him up. They really ruined his character. And that upsets me. The producers didn’t absolutely dishonor him in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but they completely obliterated him in Prince Caspian. Ahem, enough said. I’ll get on with it.
THE SUBJECT SITS IN CHAINS. THE MANOR LIES IN RUIN. THE BEASTS CREEP INTO THE OPEN. BUT THE KING HAS A PLAN.
-MERCY AND HER SHIELD
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