Alexandra Pevensie
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Boom! The crack of thunder pulled me away from my dreams one stormy day. But while I am on the subject of dreams, please allow me to tell you a story. In the days of King Arthur, in a parallel universe, events once occurred which I feel must be written down. Oh, and pardon me for not introducing myself. My name is Alexa Martin, and I am a prophetess. Because of my gift, I witnessed these events many years ago as I slept through a storm. Some of these events I witnessed myself and some were later told to me. This is a tale of love, lies, and justice, and is worthy of retelling. All that follows is the story of a scout.
The sound of drums woke me from a deep sleep. It was the middle of the afternoon. I sat up slowly, for something was different. The ground seemed to be moving, rocking back and forth. I sat up a bit more and realized that I was in a small boat in the middle of a sea. I had never been to this place before. Everything was so different. I could smell the salt in the air. An itchy brown robe over a linen dress replaced my comfortable cotton pajamas. There was a staff which appeared to be only slightly taller than me in the bottom of the boat. The boat had a single white sail, billowing full of wind as it was propelled toward this foreign country. The only reason that I was not completely freaking out was because this had happened once before. Well, not this exactly. But I had been taken to some alternate world and had played some part in that world’s history. I did not know what world I was in this time, but I had an extreme sense of foreboding, as though great evil were about to occur. The war drums sounded closer. I was moving pretty fast across the choppy sea as I approached the mainland.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The war drums beat steadily. Slowly the enemy approached the last remaining outpost of Kilowre. The women and children had already been taken to safety in Kilowre’s sister country, Filot, which lay across the Yenosk Sea. All of the women, that is, except for Kate, a young stable girl. Kate had insisted on staying in Kilowre, for she said the only two things she truly treasured were to remain there as well: the horses and the man she loved. This man’s name was Renault. He was a scout for the Kilowrean army. Also, she reasoned, if she did need to escape at a moment’s notice, she could always mount a horse and ride quickly to the shore of the Yenosk, where a ship awaited her.
The drums grew steadily closer. The Kilowreans knew that if they did not make a stand against the barbarian army, the entire island would be destroyed. The walls of the city were strong and thick with three lines of able-bodied soldiers. But there were whispered fears among the men that their strength of arms would not save them. And the enemy’s army approached ever faster.
Renault had received his assignment from his commanding officer, James. He knew what to do, for he had done it many times, though never so close to his home. He would sneak through the shadows toward the enemy’s camp and attempt to gain an advantage for the Kilowrean army. The enemy’s trenches were dug, the fires lit as the sun sank below the horizon. Renault waited patiently for the clouds to gather over the autumn moon. There were still leaves on the trees which lined the mall before the castle; leaves which Renault planned on hiding behind. He feared though that the leaves on the ground could hinder his progress and make finding him much easier. As darkness fell and the moon waxed full behind its veil of clouds, Renault began to move toward the trees. Silently and cautiously he approached the barbarian ranks. The enemy’s armor flickered red in the glint of the fires.
The sound of drums woke me from a deep sleep. It was the middle of the afternoon. I sat up slowly, for something was different. The ground seemed to be moving, rocking back and forth. I sat up a bit more and realized that I was in a small boat in the middle of a sea. I had never been to this place before. Everything was so different. I could smell the salt in the air. An itchy brown robe over a linen dress replaced my comfortable cotton pajamas. There was a staff which appeared to be only slightly taller than me in the bottom of the boat. The boat had a single white sail, billowing full of wind as it was propelled toward this foreign country. The only reason that I was not completely freaking out was because this had happened once before. Well, not this exactly. But I had been taken to some alternate world and had played some part in that world’s history. I did not know what world I was in this time, but I had an extreme sense of foreboding, as though great evil were about to occur. The war drums sounded closer. I was moving pretty fast across the choppy sea as I approached the mainland.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The war drums beat steadily. Slowly the enemy approached the last remaining outpost of Kilowre. The women and children had already been taken to safety in Kilowre’s sister country, Filot, which lay across the Yenosk Sea. All of the women, that is, except for Kate, a young stable girl. Kate had insisted on staying in Kilowre, for she said the only two things she truly treasured were to remain there as well: the horses and the man she loved. This man’s name was Renault. He was a scout for the Kilowrean army. Also, she reasoned, if she did need to escape at a moment’s notice, she could always mount a horse and ride quickly to the shore of the Yenosk, where a ship awaited her.
The drums grew steadily closer. The Kilowreans knew that if they did not make a stand against the barbarian army, the entire island would be destroyed. The walls of the city were strong and thick with three lines of able-bodied soldiers. But there were whispered fears among the men that their strength of arms would not save them. And the enemy’s army approached ever faster.
Renault had received his assignment from his commanding officer, James. He knew what to do, for he had done it many times, though never so close to his home. He would sneak through the shadows toward the enemy’s camp and attempt to gain an advantage for the Kilowrean army. The enemy’s trenches were dug, the fires lit as the sun sank below the horizon. Renault waited patiently for the clouds to gather over the autumn moon. There were still leaves on the trees which lined the mall before the castle; leaves which Renault planned on hiding behind. He feared though that the leaves on the ground could hinder his progress and make finding him much easier. As darkness fell and the moon waxed full behind its veil of clouds, Renault began to move toward the trees. Silently and cautiously he approached the barbarian ranks. The enemy’s armor flickered red in the glint of the fires.
Who is the person in the boat?
