Following The Light: A Tale Of Two Kings: Prologue
Title: Following The Light: A Tale Of Two Kings
Category: SLASH! Thats M/M. You have been warned. PeterxCaspian AE (Alternate Ending), not really AU but I take liberties with what was not mentioned or shown directly.
Summary: In times of darkness, one must follow the light to find what they are looking for. The epic begins here.
Disclaimer: I do not own the delicious OTP that is Peter/Caspian or is in any way remotely related to CS Lewis. This is all nothing more than a figment of my imagination fueled by the desire to see these pretty,pretty people together in a non angsty way.
Prologue
Part I
“You, him, your father. Narnia’s better off without the whole lot of you!”
That hurt. More than anything else, it hurt because deep within the dark corners of his heart, he did feel some sort of responsibility for what happened to the Narnians. Never mind that it was a war initiated by his forefathers in an act of self preservation over a millennia ago. It was the Telmarines who wielded the sword of destruction over Narnia and changed everything that the Kings and Queens of old had worked so hard to achieve. He should feel more empathetic with the High King’s emotional outburst and exercise more restraint in the face of such blatant provocation. He should… but he didn’t.
It was a sight to behold. Swords crossed, chest heaving with anger and steel blue eyes framed by lashes made of spun gold. It was like looking at the sun at its most shining glory; like the sun at high noon on a cloudless day in mid summer. The heat seared through eyelids. He could still see everything with his eyes closed.
High King Peter - The Magnificent.
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Part II
The ring of metal clashing echoed in his ears. His sword felt as light as a feather and he moved to the rhythm orchestrated by his opponent. Through the flashing blades, he could catch glimpses of his foe.
Tall and lean, the other man was darker in coloring. A pair of grim eyes stared back at him with furious determination. ‘I will not give in easily. I will make feel worthy to be my enemy’, those dark eyes cried.
He almost lost himself in the beauty of this dance of death. All it took was a moment and he lost the struggle of walking on razor’s edge. Yet, he was a king. Even without a sword, he was not about to concede the war. He picked up a rock.
“Stop!”
As the Narnians revealed themselves, realization dawned.
“Prince… Caspian?”
“Yes. And who are you?”
* * *
Category: SLASH! Thats M/M. You have been warned. PeterxCaspian AE (Alternate Ending), not really AU but I take liberties with what was not mentioned or shown directly.
Summary: In times of darkness, one must follow the light to find what they are looking for. The epic begins here.
Disclaimer: I do not own the delicious OTP that is Peter/Caspian or is in any way remotely related to CS Lewis. This is all nothing more than a figment of my imagination fueled by the desire to see these pretty,pretty people together in a non angsty way.
Prologue
Part I
“You, him, your father. Narnia’s better off without the whole lot of you!”
That hurt. More than anything else, it hurt because deep within the dark corners of his heart, he did feel some sort of responsibility for what happened to the Narnians. Never mind that it was a war initiated by his forefathers in an act of self preservation over a millennia ago. It was the Telmarines who wielded the sword of destruction over Narnia and changed everything that the Kings and Queens of old had worked so hard to achieve. He should feel more empathetic with the High King’s emotional outburst and exercise more restraint in the face of such blatant provocation. He should… but he didn’t.
It was a sight to behold. Swords crossed, chest heaving with anger and steel blue eyes framed by lashes made of spun gold. It was like looking at the sun at its most shining glory; like the sun at high noon on a cloudless day in mid summer. The heat seared through eyelids. He could still see everything with his eyes closed.
High King Peter - The Magnificent.
* * *
Part II
The ring of metal clashing echoed in his ears. His sword felt as light as a feather and he moved to the rhythm orchestrated by his opponent. Through the flashing blades, he could catch glimpses of his foe.
Tall and lean, the other man was darker in coloring. A pair of grim eyes stared back at him with furious determination. ‘I will not give in easily. I will make feel worthy to be my enemy’, those dark eyes cried.
He almost lost himself in the beauty of this dance of death. All it took was a moment and he lost the struggle of walking on razor’s edge. Yet, he was a king. Even without a sword, he was not about to concede the war. He picked up a rock.
“Stop!”
As the Narnians revealed themselves, realization dawned.
“Prince… Caspian?”
“Yes. And who are you?”
* * *