I decided to do the Adventures in Narnia 2021 prompts - not one every day, because I missed the deadline anyhow, but to answer them all in whatever time it takes. We'll see what the story turns out like - because we have got a vague storyline in my head, that will be somehow answered and changed by the prompts (which I have not looked at)! That means, not individual stories! It should be fun. Also, I have no deadlines or anything for this. It's just for the fun of it. If I don't post for ages, this has not been abandoned. The next year's thing is in September 2022 (and hopefully I can participate) so this must be finished by then. Over a year - shouldn't be too hard, right? ...right?! If you think it's been too many ages, remind me! This, by the way, is an AU. And I've borrowed some lines from the film, because Eustace was hilarious (though not in character).

What is Adventures in Narnia, you may ask? Search it up through the ff forums; it's a bunch of writing prompts, 30-something of them to be exact. There are a few different people who've done this and posted their responses to the forum. I haven't read them—just so the ideas are mine, not anyone else's. I'll read them afterwards! The next challenge is September... 2022. Will you join, next year? :)

So.

Prompt #1: a blanket fort.

"Well, what do you think?" King Caspian, tenth of that name, rested his chin on his hands and stared across, worriedly, at Eustace Clarence Scrubb.

Eustace shrugged. "There must be a reason why I stayed behind."

"I am not marrying you," said Caspian with a grin.

"It would defeat the purpose," agreed Eustace. "But, well, the others left when Aslan said to. And he said Lucy would return—and not Edmund."

Caspian's eyes widened. "You don't think she'd be right, do you?"

Another shrug. "If you can end up deciding Ramandu's daughter isn't the queen for you, I can believe anything crazy of you."

Caspian hesitated. "I... Queen Lucy is above me—it would be unreasonable to solicit an audience with her."

"Currently you're a world apart," Eustace reminded him. "There's no need to worry. See when Aslan brings her back, and in the mean time, keep looking."

"I need an heir," Caspian sighed, rising to his feet. Just then the ship's rhythm of movement changed as a wave, larger than most, struck the side. He staggered for a moment before regaining his balance. "Stupid Telmarine laws."

"'Stupid', eh? You're learning!" Eustace was quiet for a moment, then suggested, "You could try the Galma girl."

Caspian tossed him another smile as he exited the cabin they had been talking in. "Not likely."


Lucy Pevensie glanced around, expression sad. "This bedroom looks even more boring now," she commented. Across the room, she saw that the Dawn Treader in the painting was sailing away from them, and as she watched, it showed nothing but blank sea.

"Eustace!"

"Aunt Alberta!" gasped Lucy in sudden horror. "Whatever will we say we've done with Eustace?"

"He's—gone out the window (which is true, so to speak)," said Edmund rapidly, "we don't know exactly what he's doing (that's true too), and we were just up here innocently making a blanket fort—come on!"

"A blanket fort?" she questioned, already tugging the blanket from her bed.

Edmund barely had time to nod before he was out of the door. He returned a moment later with arms laden. "First thing that came into my head that would keep us up here," he said hastily, snatching a pillow and beginning construction. "Quick!"

"Eustace?"

Lucy joined Edmund, her hands shaking slightly as they tried in half a minute to produce something that looked half an hour in the making. Certainly they had had a lot of experience doing so in Narnia (it was a favourite pastime for the Four, and those of their guards who had hands to construct with), but never with so few materials in so little time.

"Eustace, darling, where are you?"

"Come on," muttered Edmund to a recalcitrant pillow. Aunt Alberta was mounting the stairs, one by one.

The door handle rattled as Edmund dived into the fort. Lucy scrambled halfway in, in such a fashion that she looked as if she had been there forever.

"Come in!" she called, and Aunt Alberta entered.

"Where is Eustace Clarence?" she asked, then stopped short. "What are you doing?"

Lucy smiled, feeling her face grow scarlet. "A blanket fort. We do it all the time at home."

Or rather, they had... when they were at home in Narnia.

"It is dreadfully unhygienic," scolded Aunt Alberta. "Put the room to rights at once—fresh blankets, if you please. Where is Eustace Clarence?"

"He went out the window," contributed Edmund, emerging. This was true, for once during their travels on the Dawn Treader he had done so, as an exhibition of his 'iron constitution'. The fact that he had required several blankets and hot wine after returning to the surface of the water showed only his delicate nature (due to his intelligence). "We don't know what he is doing at the moment."

Aunt Alberta frowned, but said nothing. She watched the pair, however, as they disassembled the blanket fort and restored the room to rights.