Jonathan Hender
Wanderer
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
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Post by Jonathan Hender on Jan 11, 2008 23:25:19 GMT -5
If was finally that time of day where Jonathan Hender could return to his small apartment in London, England and finally catch those few hours of sleep before he would be forced to return back to work the next day. Grabbing his time sheet, he placed the piece of paper within the machine and waited for it to clock him out before replacing it in it's appropriate slot. It was about a three block walk but Jon hardly noticed, he was always in his head daydreaming about a better life. Walking through his front door, Jon shed his coat, tossing it on the coach and wandering into his bedroom, collapsed on his bed, falling asleep instantly.
Sun shined in Jon's eyes, causing him to roll over onto his side. All of a sudden, the male sat up eyes wide. He was always at work before the sun traveled half away around the Earth. Throwing back the covers, he was up and running. Changing into a new pair of work clothes (jeans and a flannel shirt) he ran into the bathroom and threw water on his face. Grabbing his coat and putting it on as he walked, Jon opened the door and walked outside. It took the male a double take before he was certain he saw what was before him. “Bloody hell…” Before him lay a vast field, nothing of green grass as far as the eye can see. In the distance on what looked to be a cliff, stood a magnificent castle, walls surrounding it. He turned swiftly to return back to his apartment, but to Jon’s surprise, nothing but a forest lay behind him. The male turned in circles for a few moments, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or if this was reality. Taking a deep breath, he decided there was only one thing to do; venture into the forest in search of civilization.
It was an hour later when Jon finally rested. He had been walking continuously through the forest, calling out periodically to see if any hunters were about, but to no avail. Sitting himself upon a stump, the male puffed for air. He had abandoned his jacket within fifteen minutes of entering the forest and within the next half hour, his flannel shirt was tied around his waist, leaving only his white undershirt to cover his bare chest. His hair was overly oily, and he desparately was in need of a shower. Sitting for a few more minutes, Jon stood once more and began to wander aimlessly through the dense forest. It was only after another half hour of trodding, did he find a small spring. A wide smile spread across his lips as he fell to his knees at it’s bank and immediately began to cup water to his mouth. The coolness of the water was surprising yet refreshing and so he splashed a few handfuls upon his face waking himself up. It was then that the male heard a piece of wood snap thirty yards in front of him, alarming Jon considerably. Slowly standing, he dried his hands on his flannel shirt, eyes darting. A fellow human perhaps?
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Jul 12, 2008 21:37:46 GMT -5
Edmund started his day early like he had been for the past couple of weeks. It was all because Susan insisted on him taking archery lessons. He was already a mediocre archer. Why did he need to be an expert? Why did he have to be the first to go through with this? Peter was the oldest. Swords were more of his thing, but he was starting to get better aim with the arrows. That was with the help of no one other than, Lady Aurora. There was something about her that infuriated Edmund, and yet intrigued him. It was bizarre really. Almost like a love hate kind of relationship; the kind that little kids had on each other. The ones that mothers told their little girls whenever a bully picked on them. Though, Edmund wasn’t a bully. How could he be? He never pulled Aurora’s hair, or put his foot out to trip her. However, there was a time when Edmund was like that. He used to be a bitter child, filled with so much hate and envy that it consumed him to the point of betraying hi siblings. Edmund felt bad for what he had done. It still defined him, but things were better now. The Narnian’s listened to him, but some didn’t quite forgive his betrayal. All Edmund had to do was be a good ruler, and nothing more. Anyway, Edmund was only rude to Aurora. He always was once gotten up early without his wishes.
“Edmund….snap out of it!” Lucy’s voice rang through his ear as he heard the sound of chair skid across the stone flooring. Edmund was sitting back into his own chair, a cup of tea being held between his palms. He didn’t realize that he had been deep in thought not to realize he had Breakfast to finish. Shaking his head, Edmund ignored his sister, bringing the cup slowly to his lips. Feeling something jump into his lap, Edmund’s blue eyes grew wide as he looked out. Then it happened. His cup of tea was spilled into his lap by a small black paw, soaking through his beige trousers. “Lucy!” Edmund shouted angrily noticing that black cat race across the table into the queen’s arms. They both were laughing at the site before them. “Lucy!” His sister only grinned, setting the black kitten down onto the chair next to her with a simple shrug of her shoulders. “Oh, Edmund. She’s only a kitten. You shouldn’t have been wondering off in you mine like you’ve been.” Edmund glared at her, pushing the chair back and wiping the stain from his pants. “Your still so childish, Lucy,” he explained running his fingers tiredly through his matted brown hair. Lucy didn’t look at her brother as she poured herself a cup of tea, being all lady-like now. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? What were you even thinking about anyway? Your archery lessons can’t be all that horrible.” Raising an eyebrow at his sister, Edmund sighed as she shook his head. “Nothing…I’m going out for a while.” With that, Edmund left the dining hall to get changed first before heading out into the woods.
Changed into a new outfit, Edmund found himself wondering through the words. His sword was hooked onto his belt, thumping against the side of his leg. Edmund never went anywhere without it. His mind continued to wonder. He thought of his siblings and Aurora and everything that has been spoken at the council meetings. It was hard for Edmund’s mind not to amble these days. Once he reached the clearing, Edmund stopped in his track, his right foot stepping on a twig. There was a loud crack and the man who stood before him turned around. He seemed lost and Edmund had never seen this man before. “Where are you off too?” he asked simply taking a couple steps closer while he rubbed the back of his neck.
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Jonathan Hender
Wanderer
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
Posts: 5
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Post by Jonathan Hender on Jul 12, 2008 22:00:20 GMT -5
Jonathan had only seen a sword once. And it wasn't even real. He had used it in a play when he was younger. It had been made of plastic, and was the size of a small dagger. But as Jon turned and found himself looking at a man standing before him with a sword at his hip, the male couldn't help but raise his eyebrow. When he was asked where he wanted to go, his mind began screaming London. Yet somehow, he doubted London was anywhere close to his current where-abouts. He eyed the man's sword for a moment or two, his eyes flickering to the face of the stranger and back to the steel weapon. "I, uh, happen to be looking for London, England. But I suppose any civilization will do at this point a time. If you could tell me where I am and which way to go, and I shall be on my way."
Jonathan took a few steps toward the man, against his better judgment. He eyed the man in his fancy clothing. It looked to be made of silk and fancier fabrics. Jon thought he remembered something like it in a history book from school. Was it the middle ages? Hell, have I gone back in time?! Realizing he was staring, Jon cleared his throat. "My name is Jonathan Hender. Uh, Jon, simply. Your name, sir?" The male held out his hand for the other to shake. Or dispatch with his big, sharp sword. Which ever he feels like. Jon wasn't usually one to be pessimistic, yet as he found himself in a new environment with no way of knowing exactly how he had gotten there, he couldn't get himself to think optimistically, no matter what he told himself.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Jul 13, 2008 11:57:31 GMT -5
Edmund gently massaged the back of his neck, hearing various cracking noises coming from his sore muscles. It wasn’t anything new that Edmund’s limbs felt stiff. Nothing a good night sleeps could cure. That was if he could move his archery lessons in the afternoon. Noticing the man’s gaze upon his sword, Edmund stared down at it before looking back up into the strangers face. The look in his eyes was something new. It held astonishment. Just the same look when Edmund saw his first sword. Most humans didn’t seem fazed by swords, but this one was. He was rigid probably thinking Edmund would try to attack him with him. Chuckling at his thoughts, Edmund was pulled away from them when he heard his fellow human’s voice. When the words London came up, Edmund’s eyes grew slightly wide. This guy must have just stumbled into Narnia. The look of his clothes gave a big tip-off for that. Edmund couldn’t help but think back to his home in London. How his father went off to war, and the departure from their mother’s safety. He wished he could see their faces one last time, but he couldn’t figure out a way back home. His life was in Narnia now along with his siblings. Though, Edmund knew they missed home.
Snapping out of his reverie, Edmund turned his full attention on the man. “Well, your not going to be finding London anytime soon,” Edmund spoke a small smile curling on his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest comfortably wondering how he was going to explain to this man that he might not ever return home. Aslan would probably know how to help this guy return home, but the lion wasn’t here. “You’re in Narnia. Everything from the lamp post to Cair Paravel is Narnia.” Edmund nodded as his eyes darted around the woods. There were rabbits hopping around the field. There wasn’t any indication of talking animals yet. This guy was certainly going to freak out when he saw them. “Narnia is home to many animals and humans…which you might consider mythical creatures.” Edmund decided it was best if he refrained from explaining about the talking animals, or the fact that he was king. This guy would figure it out on his own. “I’m sorry to say that if you want to go back home, I can not help you,” Edmund said with a slight raise of his shoulders.
When the man continued to look at his sword, Edmund just smiled reaching his hands to pull the device from its sheath. He held it up in the air so the sun ray’s gleamed against the blade. “It’s real… and don’t worry. I won’t harm you with it,” Edmund reassured with a slight chuckle. Reattaching the sword to his belt, he listened to the man introduce himself looking up to see a hand stretched out. Edmund nodded, taking the man hand with a firm grip. “I’m Edmund,” he stated letting go of Jon’s hand before walking around him to the stream. Plopping himself down onto the ground, Edmund turned his head over toward Jon. “Are you ready for more information about Narnia…or are you still processing what I already have said in your mind?”
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Jonathan Hender
Wanderer
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
Posts: 5
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Post by Jonathan Hender on Jul 13, 2008 20:16:01 GMT -5
Jonathan's eyebrow raised as the man before him spoke of a country (or so he assumed) called Narnia. The thought of being in his apartment one minute and a different country the next was mind bottling. It gave him a headache just thinking about it. Rubbing his forehead slightly, Jon sighed. Then the topic turned to mystical creatures and the male became too curious for his own good. Hold on now. When you say mystical creatures you mean...unicorns, griffins, uh, dwarves? This is all so...impossible, incredible. The male felt his legs go shaky the complete shock of things setting in. He sat down upon a stump of a tree that had been cut down, taking a deep breath.
Jonathan's head jerked upright as the sword was unsheathed and the flat of the blade was shown to him. He watched as the sun caught the steel in a reflection, sparkling brightly. He nodded at the man, his eyes meeting the other man's. I've never seen a real one. Jon laughed slightly. Sorry, I don't mean to stare. But swords are superfluous in London. In fact, they're more so rare. Guns replaced them in the early ages. The male stood again to shake Edmund's hand and watched him walk over to the water's edge before sitting next to it. Ed's words made him smile. I think I am still processing all that this is, this...Narnia. But please, tell me more. Jon laughed half-heartedly as he sat down again on the stump, facing Ed as he waited for more information to come his way.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Aug 19, 2008 0:53:26 GMT -5
Edmund couldn’t help but notice the mix of shock and wonderment in Jon’s face. It was the same look that traveled across the lines in Edmunds face long ago. He remembered that day just like any other. The day which he head stepped into Narnia. Edmund was different back then. He didn’t care much for his siblings, which was why he retaliated against Lucy about seeing this place. That was long ago. Ages almost. Edmund couldn’t even remember what England looked like. All he remembered was the Professors mansion, and a large wardrobe…wasn’t it? Oh. This was all giving Edmund a headache. He hated to swing this his past. It wasn’t relevant to the future. Right now, Edmund had to concentrate on Jon, a human who’s a strange to Narnia. That was his job as a King. To guide his people. Jon wouldn’t know right away about that. No. Edmund wanted to talk to him man to man. The whole King title just gave the wrong impression.
“Yes…there are unicorns, dwarves, dryads, griffins….any kind of mythical creature you can think of, lives here in Narnia,” Edmund stated quietly his blue eyes scanning the local scenery. He had noticed a couple of squirrels bicker in the trees above. Something about acorns. That wasn’t something Edmund needed to get into at the moment. They tended to throw acorns down his way for butting in at times. Some creatures were still skeptical of Edmund, he just had to prove them that he was a different man. A boy who turned into a king. That didn’t stop some of them from liking Peter more. He was High King after all. Stupid titles. “All the animals talk here. Some of them are welcoming, while others are aren’t.” It was a simple, but needed warning.
“I remember…..little about England,” Edmund began upon hearing the man’s rant about swords. Edmund didn’t say anything else. He kept his mouth shut as he sat down on the tree stump, his right leg drawled up close to his chest. There was a moment of silence between the men, the sounds of nature taking over. Edmund loved coming to the woods to just listen. It calmed him…reassured him that he was a good king. “What more do you wish to know, Jon?”
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