Post by Seek on Apr 14, 2013 7:27:41 GMT 10
Title: Strange Land IV
Rating: PG
Word Count: 565 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. Alanna and Jon speak with Aslan.
Warnings: Mention of child sacrifice.
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There was a lion, lying by the roadside, large intelligent eyes watching them. The lion itself was a large creature, and an intimidating presence. Alanna had never seen one with her own eyes, except in an illustrated manuscript describing the dangers of the Carthaki savannah. As far as she was concerned, the real thing was far more frightening. Her hand went to the hilt of Ageless, but she hesitated. There was something infinitely noble and graceful about the lion, and as far as she was concerned, one couldn't simply strike it with a sword.
Beside her, Jon froze completely.
"You are in a different world now, children," the lion finally said.
Alanna blurted, "You're talking."
The lion made a chuffing sound, and it took Alanna a few moments to realise the lion was laughing. "Yes," he said. "I speak. You are in Narnia now, Alanna of Trebond, have you not realised? You are in the land of Talking Trees and Beasts."
"Do you know how we can return to our world?" Jon asked.
The lion glanced at him. "Yes," he said simply. "But your return is not so simple, Jonathan of Conte. You were called out of your world into this for a purpose. Until that purpose is completed, you may not return."
"And what purpose is so important that it requires us to be here?" Alanna snapped. She subsided as the weight of the lion's gaze settled on her. Jon drew a little closer; whether it was to reassure her or as a warning, Alanna couldn't yet say. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder. Perhaps restraining, then. The lion roared, and in that moment, Alanna and Jon gripped each other's hands for reassurance. It was a loud roar, filled with anger, and even though they weren't the targets, they had to lock their knees to keep from trembling. It was the kind of roar, Alanna would say later, that you didn't want directed at you.
"Peace, Alanna of Trebond," the lion said with a growl. "You will return to Tortall in due time. A witch; a lady in violet troubles Narnia. She steals children for a great sacrifice in a stone circle, planning to open the way for the return of her mistress. You will stop her."
"Why us?" Jon wanted to know. Alanna elbowed him. "Ow!"
"Because you are suited for such a task," the lion said, with an almost-smile. If lions smiled. "And because such a task is suited for you."
"Aren't they the same thing?" Alanna asked, but Jon was shaking his head.
"No, Alanna," he said quietly. "They aren't." He turned to the lion, "Well, then, if we are supposed to find this witch in violet, how do we do so? Where do we find her?"
"Go down into the city," the lion said. "Tell them you are searching for the lady in violet. Your task will find you."
"Do you know where we can find Aslan?" Alanna wanted to know. "Could he return us to our world?"
The lion roared. In the wake of the loud, reverberating roar, there was a whisper, as faint as a breeze. "I am he," the lion said. "I am Aslan." And as suddenly as the lion had appeared, he vanished.
"Gods take it all," Alanna cursed.
"There's no help for it," Jon said. "Which way do you think leads to the city?"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 565 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. Alanna and Jon speak with Aslan.
Warnings: Mention of child sacrifice.
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There was a lion, lying by the roadside, large intelligent eyes watching them. The lion itself was a large creature, and an intimidating presence. Alanna had never seen one with her own eyes, except in an illustrated manuscript describing the dangers of the Carthaki savannah. As far as she was concerned, the real thing was far more frightening. Her hand went to the hilt of Ageless, but she hesitated. There was something infinitely noble and graceful about the lion, and as far as she was concerned, one couldn't simply strike it with a sword.
Beside her, Jon froze completely.
"You are in a different world now, children," the lion finally said.
Alanna blurted, "You're talking."
The lion made a chuffing sound, and it took Alanna a few moments to realise the lion was laughing. "Yes," he said. "I speak. You are in Narnia now, Alanna of Trebond, have you not realised? You are in the land of Talking Trees and Beasts."
"Do you know how we can return to our world?" Jon asked.
The lion glanced at him. "Yes," he said simply. "But your return is not so simple, Jonathan of Conte. You were called out of your world into this for a purpose. Until that purpose is completed, you may not return."
"And what purpose is so important that it requires us to be here?" Alanna snapped. She subsided as the weight of the lion's gaze settled on her. Jon drew a little closer; whether it was to reassure her or as a warning, Alanna couldn't yet say. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder. Perhaps restraining, then. The lion roared, and in that moment, Alanna and Jon gripped each other's hands for reassurance. It was a loud roar, filled with anger, and even though they weren't the targets, they had to lock their knees to keep from trembling. It was the kind of roar, Alanna would say later, that you didn't want directed at you.
"Peace, Alanna of Trebond," the lion said with a growl. "You will return to Tortall in due time. A witch; a lady in violet troubles Narnia. She steals children for a great sacrifice in a stone circle, planning to open the way for the return of her mistress. You will stop her."
"Why us?" Jon wanted to know. Alanna elbowed him. "Ow!"
"Because you are suited for such a task," the lion said, with an almost-smile. If lions smiled. "And because such a task is suited for you."
"Aren't they the same thing?" Alanna asked, but Jon was shaking his head.
"No, Alanna," he said quietly. "They aren't." He turned to the lion, "Well, then, if we are supposed to find this witch in violet, how do we do so? Where do we find her?"
"Go down into the city," the lion said. "Tell them you are searching for the lady in violet. Your task will find you."
"Do you know where we can find Aslan?" Alanna wanted to know. "Could he return us to our world?"
The lion roared. In the wake of the loud, reverberating roar, there was a whisper, as faint as a breeze. "I am he," the lion said. "I am Aslan." And as suddenly as the lion had appeared, he vanished.
"Gods take it all," Alanna cursed.
"There's no help for it," Jon said. "Which way do you think leads to the city?"