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Chapter Sixteen

They knew. Of course they knew, they were the Queen and King of Narnia. They loved their land, and they loved the personifications of it as well. North and South, and Neverland. Neverland was a small island on the side of Narnia, of course it had a personification as well.  The little boy swung his legs over the edge of the dock. The fresh, wet wood was warm due to the sun blazing down. The soft waves gently hit the beams of the dock, and kissed the sand. He stared with wide, midnight green eyes at the waves rolling in the distance. He was staring out to where Narnia was located, to the west of him. Of course, he couldn't see the larger landmass, but he knew it was there. His legs kept on swinging, occasionally getting hit with water. Of course, he was part of the family. He knew as well. His messy hair stuck out in every direction, not because he hasn't brushed it, it was naturally messy.
I wonder if she's alright? She probably isn't. I should help them...no..they told me to stay out of it, and I have to watch over the King and Queen. He thought as he blinked, and sighed. The burning sun felt nice on his tan skin, it didn't burn him like it did North. He felt a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, and slightly looked up and behind him. He locked eyes with the King before he waved his hand to an empty spot next to him. "May I?" He asked, Neverland blinked as he looked back at the ocean, and moved to the side a bit. King Charles smiled as he slowly sat down next to Neverland. His back cracking like an orchestra. "Oh, my. I'm getting old." He chuckled, and looked over at Neverland, but no reaction was given. "Neverland, Sam, I know what you're thinking. But you mustn't." The King said, looking up at the sky. Even though he was old, and he had wrinkles on his face, he still looked young and full of life.
Neverland looked up at the sky as well. "Do you think they'll be alright? I heard about what happened to North...They really want them dead don't they?" He asked after a long silence. The silence that followed was filled in by the sounds of seagulls screeching and waves crashing. The breeze was strong, but not enough to cool someone off from the unforgiving sun. "I'm positive that they will be fine. They can fight their own wars. They are strong." Charles said, scratching his red, almost brown looking, hair. The short, curly hair used to be the holder of a magnificent crown. But the King had taken it off, and decided that he was not going to walk around with a crown, or fancy clothes. He was going to act as if he was like anyone else. Why? He wanted to make sure that everyone could feel safe, if he and his wife walked around. Everyone would know that the war was going to be so severe that even the two of them had to flee.
A mass panic was something he didn't want to see, nor deal with. Especially at this time.
The boys legs stopped swinging. "I know, but I am more strong. I could lend my strength to help them." Neverland said, he leaned forward, slouching, and placed his hands in his lap. He looked at his open palms. "I know you are strong, but you can't just leave an old man like me here." Charles chuckled once more, this time Neverland slightly smiled. "Yeah, I guess so." He simply said, and took a deep breath. Smelling the salty sea, sunscreen, and a barbecue that was going on down a little father down the beach. "It's been a while since I last saw you, Neverland. Where have you been?" King Charles asked, looking at Neverland with curious green eyes. "I was over at Sealand's place." Neverland replied. Sealand and Neverland had a close relationship, they'd always hang out when they had the chance. Wither it's because there is a World Meeting and they can't go, or because they're just bored out of their minds.
"Ah, good friends you two are." The King said, and looked up once more. "You must remember, even when things get to their worst, and they've gone all the way down. There is only one way to go then, and that is up. The girls will be fine, even if it seem like they won't be. Trust me when I say, Narnia fill be fine." He said, Neverland slightly looked at him. Seeing his stubble chin and laugh lines, his smile. How much he trusted in his land was extraordinary. Of course, you must trust what you love. The King loved Narnia. Ever tree, every animal, every piece of grass, every grain of sand. He loved his country, and believed that it will not fall. For people who care enough for their land will protect it. The King would die for his land, which wasn't a lie. The Queen had to physically stop him from sailing back to Narnia to fight in the war almost eight times in the past month.
"Ah well, I must go back to my wife. She's...not in a good mood, after what happened." Charles said as he lifted his legs back on the dock, and stood up with slight difficulty. He placed his hand on the blond boys shoulder once more, before leaving him with his thoughts once more. Neverland sighed softly as he looked in the water. Every now and then, a fish would swim by, but then quickly swim away from the shallow waters. "I wish that what he says is true."
"We must check on them!" Queen Korma said, gripping her long, straight brown hair, though there was grey in it, she still looked young. "I know, my love, but we cannot just sail back just to see if North is okay. Though we want to we can't." Charles said, he was gently trying to coax his frantic wife to relax and to not fret too much over the Narnians. "She could be dead!" Korma argued, her lime green eyes filled with worry and doubt. The King held up his hands up and waved his fingers down. "Yes yes, please sit down. You must remember that they are nations. The amount of times you have seen the both of them dead is too many to count. Yet they always come back." He said as his wife roughly sat on the yellow, barracan sheets. "I know, they come back. But, the people don't. The land doesn't. The animals don't." She said softly, in a voice that cracked.
The King sighed as he sat next to her, gently wrapping his arm around her. Rubbing her small, slim shoulder. "I know, my dearest. Only time will tell if the land will return. I assure you, the people lost will return as the land. They will be the new saplings, the new streams, the new fawns, the new birds that sing day and night. The land will return, as will the people. It might not be in our lifetime, but it will happen." He said in a soft voice, his wife chocked a sob. She leaned to the side, her head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped both his arms around her. "I just don't want to see our land be demolished. I don't want to see my girls when we return, I don't want to see them covered in scars and wounds. I don't want to see the damage of our people, the friends lost, the families." She whimpered.
The King felt his throat tighten, but he had to stay strong. For his wife. "My dearest, what happens to Narnia is what we must deal with. We must remain strong for our land. For our people. We must do what is right, and what is right is to not beat ourselves down for something no one could control." He softly spoke, Korma sniveled. Charles rubbed her shoulder and arm. "Please, my love. Do not beat yourself down because of this." Moments of nothing but the Queen sobbing, and the sounds of the outside world reached the Kings ears. Until Korma slightly nodded, and sat up. She wiped her tears, and covered her nose. The King stood up and went into the restroom, returning with a small package of tissues. Which the Queen took and thanked him for.
Neverland finally decided that moping wasn't going to fix anything. Even if I'm a mirconation, I can still do something. I could send resources, I could send men, I could do something. He thought as he rubbed his tan shoulders. He wore a light green wife-beater almost all the time. He didn't have a war uniform, as he never was in war. Well, he was in the Civil War, but he didn't have a uniform for that. He was in many fights, yes. Neverland is a strong micronation. The people that live there work hands on for everything. They build their own houses, they fish for their own food. They row their own boats to Narnia to pick up supplies. Hardly anyone stayed inside, everyone was usually outside and working or playing. Due to that, Neverland was extraordinarily strong. He beat Germany in arm wrestling twice, which he is extreamly proud of and loves to boast about.
He looked around his land, seeing kids laughing and playing, seeing men and women surfing, seeing families and friends so happy together. He imagined if it all just..disappeared. If it all blew up, denigrated. All the lives lost, all the happiness gone. Tears filled his eyes, which he quickly wiped away. He looked back at where Narnia was, and gave a look of determination. "I will help, even if I can't fight in the war, I will help. Wither it be men, or supplies. I'm not going to be an anchor that holds Narnia down." He swore to himself, and turned around to run to the King and Queen. He might want to help, but he needs their help to do it.
He found the two of them in their room, the Queen wasn't crying anymore, but she was gazing off into space with a blank stare. The King was reading a French newspaper. The open window brought a warm breeze into the bright room. "Q-Queen Korma, King Charles! I have a request!" Neverland said as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. Like a child trying to tell their resting mother that they missed their bus to school. The Queens sad gaze moved from the corner, to Neverland. Her expression changed slightly. She smiled, her shoulders relaxed. Even though she looked happy to see him, she still looked so tired. She slowly help open her arms, Neverland quickly made his way over to her, and fell in her arms. She hugged him tightly, as if he was her long lost child.
"Neverland, child...tell me..do you love your sisters?" Korma asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I do, to an extent." He replied, wondering where she was going with this. "Tell me, do you love us?" She asked, Neverland pulled away from her, he was still sitting in her lap. "I do care for you two, you have been there for me and the two Narnians since thirty years ago." He said, and noticed how many years he said. Thirty years, they've been ruling over all of Narnia for over thirty years. He looked at the Queens face. He noticed how old she looked, her wrinkled skin, her droopy eyes, her grey hair. "I've been ruling over Narnia with my husband for thirty seven years. That's a long time, don't you think? And nothing happened to us, how queer." She said, Neverland raised an eyebrow.
"My Queen where are you going with this?" He asked once he noticed her eyes beginning to water. "I fear, my time, and my husbands time are almost up. If anything shall happen to either of us, I want you to give this letter to the girls." She said as she looked at King Charles. Who had set the newspaper down and stood up. He made his way over to them and held out a white envelope. Neverland looked at the two over them. His gaze went from Korma, to Charles, to Korma, to Charles, then to the envelope. "Y-you're joking right?" He said as his shaking hand reached out, and took the letter. "I'm afraid not, my child." Korma said, running her fingers through his messy hair. His midnight greens eyes filled with tears. "But I don't want you two to die! You two were like parents to the three of us!" He shouted as he threw the letter on the bed and hugged the Queen.
The Queen bit her lip as she felt her eyes water as well. She gently wrapped her arms around him. "I know, child...But our time is to come soon. Promise me, that this letter will make it to Northern and Southern Narnia. Promise me that you will not open it, or give it to them until we are gone." Korma spoke, the King sat on the bed and picked up the letter once more, staring at it. "M-mom I don't want you to die." He sobbed in her chest, at hearing those words, the Queen lost her strength. Tears fell from her eyes once more as she tightly hugged Neverland. "I don't want to leave you three either." She sobbed, the King gently wrapped his arms around the both of them. Neverland quickly wrapped one arm around him as well, holding the both of them. "D-Dad don't go!" He shouted through his tear. He rubbed his face in Charles shirt, rubbing his tears and snot into it.
The King shakily exhaled as he lowered his head. "Do you promise, Neverland?" He asked, his voice low. Neverland looked up at him with wide, puffy eyes.
"I...promise."