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The Pevensie childern first came to Narnia, it was then that they fought against the White Witch, for it was then that young Edmund Pevensie almost lost his life, and his brother Peter, almost did too, when he took the witch on alone. But in the end it was the Great Lion, Aslan that saved the day and killed Jadis before she could harm Narnia. After the party, this is when young Lucy Pevensie watchs Aslan disappear, her good friend saying that he was gone but he would come back in there greatest time of need. The Four of them ruled Narnia for many years, to use Narnians it was known as the "Golden Ages".
But it was one day, when the Kings and Queens were out to find the magical white stag, that they had heard about, when Lucy came across the Lamp Post thinking that it was something from a dream. They all raced after her, and found the place that had brought them to Narnia in the first place. One years had pasted since coming back to England, and the childern had growen up alot. This is when Peter got into a fight with some school boys, after it was broken up, this is when the train station started to get werid, and it was then that the four childern knew they were home.
It was this second time into Narnia, that they meet Caspain, and said they would help him get his throne back from his uncle Miraz. Lucy thought that she saw Aslan, and was having dreams about him, they all became true at the end. After the attack on the castle and so many lives were lost, they needed to find another way to fight Miraz. So Peter and Miraz fought one on one, and Peter almost died. A war broke out and they never lost hope that Lucy would bring help, and she did, Aslan, the trees, and the River God. After the War, Caspain was made King of Narnia, becuase Aslan had told Peter and Susan they did not need to come back becuse they had learned all they need from this world. So once again the four Pevensie went back to England hoping to live a normal life.
But they thought worng. Susan went off and did her own things. Made friends and got use to being in England for good this time. Peter took to his stuides, locking himself in his room all the time and not coming out for hours. And Lucy and Edmund did there own thing too, but they were waiting for the time to go back. Then one day Peter says that he will be going away for awhile for schooling, and he leaves. Edmund knowing Peter the most doesn't think that's why Peter is leaving. Peter in fact, signed up for the military, hoping that he would find his father, or even get having the feeling of doing something, becuase he could never get Narnia off his mind. Edmund goes into Peter's room one night and finds a letter from the army.
Unable to do anything, Edmund keeps it from his sisters, knowing that they would freck out. Peter in the moment of a battle is very wounded, and on the break of dieing the doctors try all the can, but Peter blacks out. But he's not dead, he wakes up to find that he's in Narnia, and that Aslan had brought him here to help Caspain deal with Miraz the second and his band of Outsiders. Peter argees and helps Caspain, there are a few battle, untill Peter is posioned by of course Miraz the second. The poison goes through Peter's body quickly making it hard for him to do things, and his in alot of pain, he is really in fact dieing slowly and painfully. Caspain knowing that there something he must be able to do, he blows Susan's horn for one last time.
Back in England, for the last few weeks Lucy has been having these dreams about Aslan, he is trying to say something to her, but she doesn't know. She tells Susan but she doesn't wont to know becuase she is sick and tired of hearing about Narnia, but Edmund knows that Lucy is right Aslan in trying to tell them something. The last dream she has, is a nightmare, and is shows abit of Peter's face. Lucy scared and didn't tell anyone, they went outside to the backyard, where a huge big tree stood. Lucy is laying under it when she falls alseep. Alsan whispers to her, "Follow the trees, dear one..", over and over again. Lucy yells happy at Edmund and Susan as they run over to see what it is that Lucy wonts, just then the tree opens up and they are brought to Narnia. Now the three childern are back and don't know why. Caspain trys dearly each day to help Peter. Peter's is dieing and can't do anything about it. Jadis has been brought back to life.
Are you for Aslan or against him?
What will happen to Peter and the others?
Only you can decide...in Dawn of the Dark Ages.
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Everything has been going downhill since the rescue of Lucy Pevensie and Miraz II. King Miraz had publicy declared war on the Narnians and the Pevensies. He also placed false kidnapping charges on them as well, demanding his son back. The king had also teamed up with Jadis the white witch. Their combined army holds up to a thousand men and those creatures that work for Jadis. The Telmarines had been told a false story about Prince Miraz's so called 'kidnapping'. They have also been fed false stories about the kings and queens of old. Telmar is slowly becoming a war as the country prepares for it.
While these things are happening in Telmar, it is a different story in Narnia. After a full two months, Cair Paravel is finally rebuilt. The Pevensies exciedlty moves back in with Prince Caspian and Miraz II. The Cair is full of memories for the four children, and indeed, full of memories for Peter. While wandering through the newly built halls, the high king comes across one of his faithful knights, Matthew Innes. The two men talk about what had happened since the Golden Ages, since the four kings and queens had left. Matthew tells him everything, all except for one. He had married Akira Mitsune, Peter's old girlfriend. And they have two children: David Soren Innes and Abigail Lillian Innes. He manages to keep it a secret until Peter sees it for himself later. What will happen now?
And speaking of relationships, Susan and Caspian have entered a new level in their relationship. They have finally told each other their feelings. But when Peter, who dislikes Caspian from the very first time, hears all of this, he openly declares his disapproval for the two. But Lucy and Edmund supports her decision. And as for Lucy, her feelings for the prince are no longer a secret. Love has spread even in these troubled times. But what happens when King Miraz hears about his son's feelings for the young queen? His plans goes into effect almost at once. It is dangerous to fall in love at times of war. But try telling that to the Pevensies. Things get even more complicated when a daughter of the enemy, Ceceile Innes, goes to Cair Paravel. What does she want?
Questions are going out as to who is on the good side of the Narnians. Archenland, a country far south of Narnia, is one of those who support the magical land. After a request from Aslan, Archenland's King Lune sends his daughter, Princess Danielle, and their guards to aid the Pevensies during these troubled times. Aslan had forseen trouble and the war with the Telmarines ahead. King Peter and Danielle had immediatly butt heads. Both of them have different issues on the war. But Peter knows that he needs every help he can get from other countries. Questions are still on the rise. Who is on the good side? And who is on the evil? Will the Pevensies prevail again? Or will they be defeated and subject to King Miraz's rule? Only you can find out..
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Aunt Karens Moral « Result #3 on Mar 20, 2009, 12:13am »
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment... Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens.
One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess."
"What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"
"Very good," said the teacher.
Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market.
We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, "don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Sarah. Michael, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen.
Aunt Karen was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit.
She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete.
She drank the whisky on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops.
She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets.
Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. Then she killed the last ten with her bare hands."
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
"Stay the f#ck away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking"
Reproducing Bull « Result #4 on Mar 20, 2009, 12:13am »
A couple goes to an agricultural show way out in the countryside on a fine Sunday afternoon, and are watching the auctioning off of reproduction bulls. The guy selling the bulls announces the first bull to be auctioned off: "A fine specimen, this bull reproduced 60 times last year."
The wife nudges her husband in the ribs, and comments: "See! That was more
than 5 times a month!"
The second bull is to be sold: "Another fine specimen, this wonder reproduced 120 times last year."
Again the wife bugs her husband: "Hey, that's some 10 times a month. What do
YOU say to that?!"
Her husband is getting really annoyed with this comparison... The third bull is up for sale: "And this extraordinary specimen reproduced 360 times last year!"
The wife slaps her husband on the arm and yells: "That's once a day, every day of the year! How about YOU?!"
The husband was pretty irritated by now, and yells back: "Sure, once a day! But
ask the announcer if they were all with the same cow!!!"
A Short Holiday « Result #5 on Mar 19, 2009, 10:44pm »
Alan worked in an office in the city. He worked very hard and really looked forward to his holidays.
¡¡¡¡He usually went to the seaside, but one year he saw an ad in a newspaper "Enjoy country life. Spend a few weeks at Willow Farm. Good food, fresh air, horse riding, walking, fishing. Reasonable prices ."
¡¡¡¡" This sounds like a good idea." he thought, " I' 11 spend a month at Willow Farm. I'll enjoy horse riding, walking and fishing. They'll make a change from sitting by the seaside.
¡¡¡¡Four days later he returned home.
¡¡¡¡"What' s wrong with Willow Farm ?" his friend asked him. " Didn't you enjoy country life ?"
¡¡¡¡"Country life was fine," Alan said." But there was another problem.
¡¡¡¡"Oh, what?"
¡¡¡¡Well, the first day I was there a sheep died, and we had roast lamb for dinner.
¡¡¡¡“Fresh meat is the best.”_"I know, but on the second day a cow died, and we had roast beef for dinner. "
¡¡¡¡"Lucky you!"
¡¡¡¡"You don't understand," Alan said." On the third day a pig died and we had roast pork for dinner."
¡¡¡¡" A different roast every day." Jack exclaimed.
¡¡¡¡"Let me finish," Alan said." On the fourth day the farmer died and I didn't dare stay for dinner!"
My Lucky Day « Result #6 on Mar 19, 2009, 10:44pm »
tell me what you saw that was so bad tell me all the reasons why you made me so sad i wish that i was like you and i'm sorry that i'm not at least i still have hope i guess that's all i've got [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i wish that you'd seen something special 'bout me too that you would think of something else not just the way i look to you i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me
From the time each of my children started school, wow power leveling,I packed their lunches. And in each lunch I packed, I included a note. Often written on a napkin, the note might be a thank you for a special moment, a reminder of something we were happily anticipating, or a bit of encouragement for an upcoming test or sporting event. In early grade school they loved their notes-they commented on them after school, and when I went back to teaching, wow power leveling,they even put notes in my lunches. But as kids grow older they become self?conscious, and by the time he reached high school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer needed my daily missives. Informing him that they had been written as much for me as for him, and that he no longer needed to read them but I still needed to write them, I continued the tradition until the day he graduated.
Six years after high school graduation, Marc called and asked if he could move home for a couple of months. He had spent those years well, graduating Phi Beta Kappa magna cum laude from college, completing two congressional internships in Washington, wow power leveling,D.C., winning the Jesse Marvin Unruh Fellowship to the California State Legislature, and finally, becoming a legislative assistant in Sacramento. Other than short vacation visits, however, he had lived away from home. With his younger sister leaving for college, I was especially thrilled to have Marc coming home.
A couple weeks after Marc arrived home to rest, regroup and write for a while, he was back at work-he had been recruited to do campaign work. Since I was still making lunch every day for his younger brother, wow gold,I packed one for Marc, too. Imagine my surprise when I got a call from my 24?year?old son, complaining about his lunch.
"Did I do something wrong? Aren't I still your kid? Don't you love me any more, wow gold,Mom?" were just a few of the queries he threw at me as I laughingly asked him what was wrong.
"My note, Mom," he answered. "Where's my note?"
This year my youngest son will be a senior in high school. He, too, has now announced that he is too old for notes. But like his older brother and sister before him,wow gold,he will receive those notes till the day he graduates-and in whatever lunches I pack for him afterwards.
I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village.wow power leveling, Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.
¡¡¡¡They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, wow power leveling,dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
¡¡¡¡As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.
¡¡¡¡Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus,wow gold, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
¡¡¡¡¡°We're going to Florida,¡± she said brightly.¡° I hear it's really beautiful.¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°It is, ¡± he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.
¡¡¡¡¡°Want some wine?¡± she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
¡¡¡¡In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches.wow power leveling, When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
¡¡¡¡¡°Are you married?¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°I don't know.¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°You don't know?¡± she said.
¡¡¡¡¡°Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,¡± he said. ¡° I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe¡®s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn¡®t. Not for three and a half years.¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°And you're going home now, not knowing?¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°Yeah,¡± he said shyly. ¡° Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.¡±
¡¡¡¡¡°Wow,¡± the girl exclaimed. ¡°Wow.¡±
¡¡¡¡She told the others,wow gold, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
¡¡¡¡Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.
¡¡¡¡Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. wow gold,Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.
¡¡¡¡Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.
The Magic Never Dies...a Narnia role-play « Result #9 on Feb 19, 2009, 9:59pm »
Its been 2 years since the Pevensies returned to their beloved Narnia and then left . They are at home in London for the time being, attempting to lives their lives normally yet still missing Narnia. Meanwhile, things are going fairly well for Caspian as he has just finished restoring Cair Paravel to grandness and beauty. He still however, prefers his own castle in Telmar. One night, while the King was preparing for bed, a Witch and her minion snuck in into the royal bedchamber's. The witches minion held a blade at the Kings throat, warning him he would cut his throat if a sound was made. The Witch simply left a note on the bed before leaving with her minion and the Telmarine King, his hands bound behind his back.
The note, which was discovered the next morning stated this:
Dearest Telmarines and Narnians: This is Calormen's Tisroc, or better understood to you, Emperor. As you probably have realized all ready, your beloved King has been brought to me by Gwendolyn the witch. I wish to make a deal with you Telmarines. In exchange for the life and return of your King, Narnia and Telmar must simply be handed over to me. I assume that sounds fair enough, right? Oh and I say do not worry about your King. I am sure he is enjoying himself in the palace dungeons. If you refuse my deal, then I am sure Caspian will continue to enjoy his "sessions" with Muhsi, the royal torturer. Signed, Selim, the ruler of Calormen and soon to be of Telmar and Narnia.
With the Telmarines not knowing what to do, Cornelius blew the horn, calling back the Pevensies to Narnia. So for the time being, they are living in Cair Paravel and in charge of Narnia and Telmar until Caspian is rescued. And to make things worse, Aslan has dissappeared once again..
What will happen? Will Telmar and Narnai go to war with Calormen? Can Aslan be found? Find out in The Magic Never Dies!!!
King Caspian X ascended to the throne after the death of his uncle, the usurper Miraz. The Narnians were able to live their lives in peace among the Telmarines that chose to remain. Instead of returning to England, Aslan allowed the four Pevensies to remain in Narnia to rule alongside Caspian.
Two years ago...
Caspian, Lucy, and Edmund went off and came back from a voyage on the Dawn Treader, a voyage upon which they found their cousin, Eustace, and had many other adventures while they searched for the Seven Lords. Another took the place of Reepicheep at the end of their journey to stay behind and wake the three sleeping Lords and Ramandu's daughter was brought back to Narnia. While the younger two were gone, Peter and Susan aided the Narnians in the restoration of Cair Paravel and Aslan's How, which were eventually returned to all of their former glory.
Now...
Narnia is at peace. Telmarines and Narnians are cooperating, living together in harmony. This is a land of peace and prosperity. Yet there is a quiet fear that a danger is approaching, some unnamed threat. From where, no one knows. But it is coming.
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