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The Tale of Tales Chapter 46

The next day Jellal and his pack left for the mountains while Lucy, Erza, and the fairies and dwarfs decided to go look for Natsu. They suspected that Minerva was involved with that chimera and since Juvia was her prime target they insisted that she stay behind at the cottage with Elfman looking after her.

"Elfman you pig!" She scolded. "You ate all of my buns! I was going to serve them tonight with dinner."

"Sorry." He said in a voice that sounded like an innocent child.

"Well thanks to you I'll have to make more from scratch." She went to open the cupboard. "Oh dear I'm out of flour."

"I can go to the village and buy you so more."

"Really?"

"It's the least I could do since I ate all the buns."

"Thank you Elfman."

"You're welcome and by the way you're a great cook. I haven't eaten food that good since my sister's cooking."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"I had two sisters. When we were kids, my parents were always working in the fields so my oldest sister Mirajane would cook breakfast and lunch for me and my younger sister Lisanna. She would also get us dressed, comb our hair, make sure we got all our chores done, and she home schooled us since we couldn't afford to go to school."

"She sounds like a second mother."

"She was."

"What happened to her and your other sister?"

Elfman stiffened before answering.

"When we were still kids something terrible happened... Something that resulted in our parents getting killed and Mirajane running away. Lisanna and I had to take care of each other after that and when we became adults we split up and decided to look for her. We meet up every few weeks to talk about how things have been going and if we've found her yet. So far we've found no trace of her."

"I'm so sorry. Why did your sister run away?"

"I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say she blames herself for what happened to our parents and she thought that we would hate her for it. But that's not true at all and if we find her the first thing we're going to do is tell her that it wasn't her fault and that we love her and miss her."

"I hope you find her."

"Not nearly as much as Lisanna and I hope. But I don't want to talk about anymore sad things today. I...I think I'll go get that flour now."

"Alright."

"Do you want to come with me?"

"I would but there's so much I have to do. Sweep the floors, do the laundry, wash the dishes, dust the furniture."

"Okay then but while I'm gone don't let anyone in the house and don't take anything from anyone."

"I won't."

"I'm going to lock the door so you should be safe as long as you don't let anybody in."

"Don't worry I'll be careful."

Elfman then pulled out the house key and locked the door. He then started to make his way to the Magnolia village. He was halfway there when he ran into an old peddler woman. She was dressed in raggedy, old clothing and looked like that she had one foot in the grave. In her hand she carried a basket that was filled with laces, ribbons, combs, and other pretty things that young women wore.

"Excuse me ma'am." He said after bumping into her.

"It's quite alright young man." She said. "Pardon me good sir but I've been walking for sometime and I'm so tired. Do you have a house nearby where I could stop and rest?"

"I do but I can't allow you to stay in my house."

"But it would only be for a moment."

"I understand that but you see there's someone alone at my house and I don't want anything to happen to them."

"But I'm just a poor old farmer's wife. I'd never hurt anyone."

"I can see that you're not that much of a threat but I can't take that risk, besides the door is locked and she wouldn't let you in. I told her not to let any strangers in the house but I'm on my way to the Magnolia village, why don't I escort you to a nearby inn? I'll pay for your room."

"Well aren't you a sweet boy." The old woman then snatched the key off of Elfman's belt and before he could stop her she raised her hand up, pointed her finger at him, and turned him to stone. "But I think I would prefer to stay in a cozy little cottage instead of some inn. Thank you for the keys."

Then the old woman then hobbled down the trail where the cottage was. Juvia was in the middle of sweeping the floors when she heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Juvia called without opening the door.

"I'm an old farmer's wife who's been walking for miles and my feet are so sore. May I come in and rest?" A voice croned on the other side.

"I know this must sound very cruel of me but I've been instructed not to let anyone in. I'm sorry."

Just then she heard the sound of the lock clicking and the door was opened by the old woman. Juvia was startled by her hideout appearance.

"Forgive me for startling you my dear." She said.

"I told you that I'm not supposed to let anyone in."

"Well you didn't did you? I let myself in. You see I ran into your little friend earlier and he said that I could rest here if I wanted to, he even gave me the key."

Seeing the key in her bony, wrinkled, old hand, Juvia thought that if Elfman gave this woman permission to rest in their house then there was no harm in letting her inside.

"Alright then come inside and sit down, I'll get you some water."

The crone sat in a chair while Juvia fixed her cup of cold water and served it to her.

"Thank you my pet." She said before taking a few sips from her cup. "I do apologise for just barging in but my poor old feet hurt so much from walking, if I didn't sit down soon I was sure that I would collapse."

"No I should be the one apologizing. It was awful of me to not let you in. I'm sorry."

"That's quite alright, one must always be wary of strangers. Even old ones such as myself."

"Still how much harm could you do?"

"More than you suspect dearie." She mumbled to herself quietly.

"So what brings you to the forest?"

"Oh my husband has been having terrible luck with our farm so I thought that I could help him out by selling pretty things. Would you like to buy something? A pretty little ornament to wear on your dress perhaps? I have lovely belts, dainty laces, and pretty ribbons. Or maybe you would prefer to wear a comb in your beautiful hair. I have ivory combs, silver combs, and golden combs. Take a look."

The old lady opened her basket, allowing Juvia to see all the pretty wears and combs inside.

"Oh they're all beautiful but I'm afraid I don't have any money. I gave all of it to my friend."

"What a pity but since you're such a beautiful and sweet girl I'm going to give you a nice little present."

She then pulled an apple from the basket. It was the most unusual apple that Juvia had ever seen. Half of it was snow white and the other half of it was blood red. It was a pretty apple and it looked extremely ripe too.

"My it looks wonderful." She said.

"It's the prize of our crops." The old peddler woman said.

"Then maybe I shouldn't take it. After all you said that you weren't having much luck on your farm."

"Oh believe me my dear there's plenty more where that came from. Besides I wouldn't feel right about accepting your kindness without giving you some kind of reward."

"I thank you for your generous offer but I can't accept anything from anyone. I was told not to."

"But what harm is there in a little apple? But here, why don't we share it." She took out a knife and cut the apple into. She handed the red half to Juvia and bit into the white half. "Mmmm... It's delicious. Go on give it a taste."

Seeing that nothing happened to the old woman Juvia took a bite of the red half of the apple. That little bite had just passed through her lips when suddenly she found herself unable to breathe. She felt cold and dizzy, her hand went to her throat, she started coughing and gasping for breath. The old hag grinned wickedly as she watched Juvia struggle in vain to breathe. At last she fell to the floor, her eyes closed, and she breathed her last breath. The hag cackled in her wretched voice before transforming back into the beautiful Minerva.

"Blue as rain, blush as rose, and white as snow." She laughed. "You are dead at last and fair no more!"

Back at her dudgeon Gray suddenly felt a horrible pain inside of his heart.

"Ahhh!" He shouted clutching his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Natsu asked him.

"I...I don't know." He said. He heard the sound of Minerva laughing and saw a vision of Juvia choking for air before falling down dead.

"Oh no...Oh no...No. No, no, no, no, no! No! No! No!" He kept shouting in horror.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Natsu asked him again in confusion.

Gray didn't respond he only started punching the bars of the cell door and trying to pry them open like mad.

"You witch!" He shouted. "What did you do to her?! What did you do?!"

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Request: Hello there! Could I have a (Narnia) Edmund x Wife where he returns from a trip and his wife if there to greet him back, they hug and lots of kisses xD then she tells him she's pregnant and Ed gets super excited then worries he won't be a good Father.. you can time skip to when the baby is born if you'd like :D (boy? girl? twins? Idc your choice!) Thanks in advance . . .

(P.s make sure that they don't know it's twins until the birth so they are a surprise until they are born and Edmund gets super happy and cute when he finds out!)

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Edmund and his siblings had gone to Calormen to strength foreign relations with the rulers there. Prince Rabadash was not a particularly agreeable person, much less alright with maintaining an alliance with Narnian.

Mr. Tumnus was still here in the castle at Cair Paravel. That was lucky, as he was one of your closest friends. The Pevensies tended to take a small guard for each King and Queen, but the fawn had chosen to remain behind this time around.

“Remind me again why you’re not at Calormen,” you yawned. You had spent all day dozing and sewing. Tumnus didn’t care much for either past-time; he gravitated towards action. Currently, however, he was preparing a lot of lotion, hand soap, and tea leaves to sell at the next monthly Market Day in Narnia.

“Because you’re pregnant,” he said wryly. “Besides . . . King Edmund doesn’t know. No one knows but Lucy. I’d rather you not lose the child.”

You pouted a bit. “Still. You always - ”

Tumnus cut you off before you could finish. “Baby, Y/N. You won’t take any ladies in waiting to help you, and you do happen to need help in staying healthy and stable. Not all women survive the birthing process.”

“Don’t remind me,” you muttered, wincing. It was not something you’d been looking forward to. But could you really be blamed? Of course you wanted children. Ever since you’d married Edmund, you’d wanted a few small humans. It had caused a bit of conflict between the two of you. He still carried guilt over what happened with the White Witch . . . he had fears he would be an incompetent father or wouldn’t be taken seriously if you ever announced being pregnant. “Do you think Ed will be okay with it?”

“With what?” Tumnus wasn’t looking at you; he was busy sorting tea leaves into pouches. He tied the pouches together when filled and carefully marked on them what kind of tea was in it.

“With me being pregnant, Tumnus.” You were crocheting baby boots. It would be a cute way to tell Ed you were going to give birth to a son or daughter. “He freezes up at just the idea of being a father.” You didn’t have to explain why. Mr. Tumnus understand your unsaid reason.

Tumnus looked up. Startled, he said, “Of course he will. Look, just because - well, you never did see him when he was younger. I know the White Witch had a less then desirable effect on him. But King Edmund did change. For the better. I don’t think it’s being a parent that scares him. It’s messing up. It’s seeing his child turn out the same way he did at twelve and them never redeeming themselves. But that’s not going to happen.” Tumnus paused, lips pursed. “Well, maybe that’s not why. It’s only a guess at any real insecurities he has concerning Jadis. If I were your husband, that would be my chief insecurity - history repeating itself with the next generation.”

You shrugged half-heartedly. “You’ll have to be there when I tell him, Tumnus. I’m not quite sure he’ll want to have a panic attack in front of me.”

The conversation changed to other topics, though your mind was still somewhat stuck on your husband’s reaction. You were a natural optimist; by normal standards a baby was a big deal. In your case, it was even bigger. Peter might have been the eldest Pevensie, but he had not taken a Queen. Susan was decidedly disinterested in marrying at the moment. Lucy was, according to them, too young to think about marriage or childbearing. They did seem determined to give her as much of a childhood as they could.

However, it meant that your son or daughter would be the first royal baby in Narnia. The line of succession was about to start with your son or daughter.

“What’s this small boot for?” Edmund asked. He held the knitted gray-blue boot up in front of you. The Kings and Queens had arrived back in Narnia a week ago. This was the first morning you’d gotten to have any time alone with your husband.

You forced an air of casualness into your voice. Hoped it didn’t show you were nervous. “Well, I just thought our child might need something to wear when she’s born,” you answered serenely, puttering around your shared room. The two of you had finished breakfast. Edmund was dressed casually and back in bed, holding a book on his lap. You were putting the breakfast plates and unfinished food back on the tray they’d come in.

Edmund snorted, then spewed out the rest of his drink a moment later. “What?” he said, sitting up straight. He looked at you with wild eyes. “You’re pregnant, Y/N? With a child?”

“Well, technically it’s our child.” You looked at him, back straight, trying to gauge his reaction.

Ed’s full lips quirked into a small smile. “You’re serious? We’re going to be parents?” The sunlight was still watery, hitting his dark hair in a way that highlighted it, turning it to a more chocolate color.

You nodded. Your fingers were nervous, knuckles white. The tray hid the fact that you were clutching the edge of the table rather hard. “Of course I’m serious, Edmund.”

Edmund moved off the bed and practically bounded over to you, smiling and a little more alive then he’d seemed recently. His fingers found their way around your face, into your hair, and then he was kissing you like he was desperate for air.

Love squeezed around and into your heart like a fist.

“You don’t think this maybe a bit excessive?” You quietly asked Lucy. There was a huge celebration being planned around the fact that you were with child.

Lucy just shook her head. “Of course not! Y/N, you might be from our world, but - we’re not there anymore. We’re in Narnia now.” She held your hand tightly for a minute. “You’ll have to get used to it. We’re all royal now. This is what happens when a prince or princess is about to be born.”

Of course, to you, this still felt so . . . uncharacteristic. You’d been pulled into Narnia during 2015. Between being the president of your sorority, an actress in the theater department at your college, and having three thousand listeners to the weekly radio show you hosted, the spotlight wasn’t exactly something new to you.

All those combined, though, had been on an incredibly small scale compared to being a Queen. There weren’t some three thousand ears listening to you every week or two hundred people watching you three times a semester. Suddenly there was a council of twenty important Narnians to contend with and a country with a population of some twenty-thousand to rule over. The change was jarring, and now there was a stupidly big celebration to worry about.

There was so much at the celebration. Food, entertainers, musicians, little games to play . . . when there wasn’t a ball being put on or foreign guests to host, things were far more normal.

You’d been here in Narnia for a year and a half and still weren’t used to how excessive things could get. Maybe it was because generations separated you and the Pevensies. Hadn’t they grown up around one of the two World Wars? They’d gone from having little to being Kings and Queens. Maybe it was the security of them thinking they would always have access to things like health care (such as it was in a magical country), food and a nice home.

Maybe that’s my problem, you thought to yourself. I know how all this is going to end; I know that Edmund, Lucy, Susan, and Peter won’t be here forever and they think they will be. I wonder if that’s why I can’t accept the way things are right now. Ignorance might have actually been bliss in a situation like this. The happiness and fixation on being a parent with Ed had worn off some now that you’d told him. Reality had crept back in. You wondered - how much time did the five of you have left in Narnia?

How much time would you have with your child?

That night, when Edmund fell asleep after a heated couple hours with you, you slipped out of the spacious room. You had put on a simple black dress, thin cloak, and shoes, and wandered down to Tumnus’s quarters.

Worry kept gnawing at you about your child and you wanted to talk to him. It wasn’t terribly late - it must have been around midnight - but it was late enough that you felt guilty when you knocked at his door.

“Queen Y/N,” Tumnus said, voice tired. It was lacking any annoyance, though. “ Come in. Is there something I can do for you?”

You nodded, feeling guilt twist around in your stomach for delaying him his sleep even more. You slipped inside and looked at Tumnus. His hair was messy but his sheets on the bed were still clean. Maybe he hadn’t been sleeping. He must have been busy doing something else if he’d not gone to bed after the celebration.

“Listen, Tumnus . . . if something ever happened to me, or Edmund - and everybody else, you’d look after our child, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t know how to properly phrase your request, but bluntly and plainly usually did the trick around friends.

The faun looked startled. “Of course I would, Y/N. You know I feel for you like I would a sister.”

You nodded, smiled wearily. Exhaustion was hitting you hard and quick, sooner then you’d anticipated. “Thank you, Tumnus. It’s all I wanted to ask of you.”

During the next weeks, you largely forced yourself to forget your worries about the future. There wasn’t much of a point in stressing out about what would happen if you didn’t spend your whole life with your child. After all, the way you saw it, things might actually be different.

Technically, I shouldn’t even be here, you thought to yourself one morning. You were perched in a chair on the balcony attached to the room you and Ed shared. A warm, soft pink shawl was around your shoulders. The air was cool, your tea was warm. The colors were more radiant then you remembered them being; you could hear laughing chatter from the ground below. There should really only be four kings and queens of Narnia, not five. But I was allowed here anyway, though for what purpose . . . well, it doesn’t matter. Maybe it just means none of us will be forced to leave Narnia. We won’t abandon her. Aslan must have decided to not force the Pevensies back to England . . . things will actually work out. And you smiled.

Maybe it wasn’t set in stone, and maybe it wasn’t certain. But you had seen the brilliant white clouds sailing across the sky, and one of them looked like a contented, magnanimous lion. So you were taking that as a good sign.

Edmund came out to join you. “Do you feel ready to face more wretched disputes about goats and opening up woodland roads?” His hands swooped around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, even though he was still standing up.

You laughed. “Never. They’re terrible. I don’t know how we’ll manage.”

“Well . . .” Edmund looked at you seriously, as he helped you stand up. His dark eyes looked more alive then usual.

“Edmund,” you groaned, swatting away at his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about antagonizing any of the council lords again.”

He chuckled. “I would never do such a thing.” But he didn’t lose his grin. It made you wonder exactly what little prank he had planned and how many feathers you would have to smooth over after laughing privately.

“Raising this child is going to be a walk in the park. At least he won’t disrupt council meetings once a month,” you grumbled. It was in good-nature, though, and Ed knew it.

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