SusanTheGentleHornblower
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Another, (yes, another!) fan-fic!!! except this one has a catch... (Peter)
So the title says it all. This a Pevensie fan-fic, cause in my opinion, the Pevensies are Narnia to me more than anyone else. Except, most of my story doesn't actually take place in Narnia. And it's not written from the Pevensies point of view. Mostly I'll portray it as a third/first person, but it's only going to be showing just them only a small portion of the time. I would have to consider this mostly a comic fan-fic I made up this story before my Lancadia one, and I'm quite defensive about it.
but no matter. Here it is, and thanks to <Turkish Delight> for the inspiration to finally put it up here!!
C&C greatly appreciated.
I put this up at The Lions's Call under the title: For the Love of a Son. I'm not pming the story anymore, cause it's too much hastle and takes too long. I'm trying to put it somewhere where y'all can get it without the spam.
Edit: I put it up at fanfiction.net so that y'all don't hae to get through the spam and reviews on here. I'm starting at the first chapter and building my way up from there, so it will be a while before it's caught up to this one, but just keep your shirts on.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4707246/1/For_the_Love_of_a_Son
He wouldn't be able to find her here. He couldn't! Not after all of the changes and running she had gone through. He probably wouldn't even recognize her. Would he? She had to risk it. She didn't want to go back there. Shuddering in the cold night wind, she wrapped the thin cloak around her tighter. The lion...the lion had said that she was safe now. Yes...safe. But she certainly didn't feel like it. All of what the lion had said was blurring together now. Something about kings...and children...and a castle that started with...a 'C'...but that's about all she could remember. She was too tired to think any more. Her vision blurred as she stumbled along the dark path. Being human was so...foreign to her. And so...uncomfortable. She had no idea that humans felt so much pain! But it had been the only way.
that's all for now!! more later...
Edit: Ok, so now I'm adding what music I was listening to while I wrote each section, so if you want to listen to to get into the moment, that'd be great! Enjoy. Sorry if I can't remember them all. This part I was listening to:
Amon Hen, after the 2:35 mark. It's from Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, and it's by Howard Shore.
So the title says it all. This a Pevensie fan-fic, cause in my opinion, the Pevensies are Narnia to me more than anyone else. Except, most of my story doesn't actually take place in Narnia. And it's not written from the Pevensies point of view. Mostly I'll portray it as a third/first person, but it's only going to be showing just them only a small portion of the time. I would have to consider this mostly a comic fan-fic I made up this story before my Lancadia one, and I'm quite defensive about it.
but no matter. Here it is, and thanks to <Turkish Delight> for the inspiration to finally put it up here!!C&C greatly appreciated.
I put this up at The Lions's Call under the title: For the Love of a Son. I'm not pming the story anymore, cause it's too much hastle and takes too long. I'm trying to put it somewhere where y'all can get it without the spam.
Edit: I put it up at fanfiction.net so that y'all don't hae to get through the spam and reviews on here. I'm starting at the first chapter and building my way up from there, so it will be a while before it's caught up to this one, but just keep your shirts on.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4707246/1/For_the_Love_of_a_Son
He wouldn't be able to find her here. He couldn't! Not after all of the changes and running she had gone through. He probably wouldn't even recognize her. Would he? She had to risk it. She didn't want to go back there. Shuddering in the cold night wind, she wrapped the thin cloak around her tighter. The lion...the lion had said that she was safe now. Yes...safe. But she certainly didn't feel like it. All of what the lion had said was blurring together now. Something about kings...and children...and a castle that started with...a 'C'...but that's about all she could remember. She was too tired to think any more. Her vision blurred as she stumbled along the dark path. Being human was so...foreign to her. And so...uncomfortable. She had no idea that humans felt so much pain! But it had been the only way.
that's all for now!! more later...Edit: Ok, so now I'm adding what music I was listening to while I wrote each section, so if you want to listen to to get into the moment, that'd be great! Enjoy. Sorry if I can't remember them all. This part I was listening to:
Amon Hen, after the 2:35 mark. It's from Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, and it's by Howard Shore.
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I'm having...shall we say...writer's block?? lol, ok, so not really, but I've never put it down on paper before, and the thought is becoming quite daunting...
