New World

Melanie and Emma along with Patten and Holter returned to the real world leaving their dragons in Narnia, until Aslan would change the world forever - magically moving Narnia into the real world. The four Kings and Queens are faced with ruling a kingdom while also trying to live every day life.

(P.S if you haven't read the previous books read those first, it starts with New Kingdom then New Dawn. Most of the characters are ours, all the others we are just borrowing.)


8. Blind Questions for a Blind King


I listened to Emma's speech over and over, smiling to myself as the recording finished. We were sitting at home, well, the home in Oklahoma, Emma sleeping on my lap after explaining everything to her mother. Maulduen and Romnly kept guard outside from the prying camera's of the paparazzi. Of course Gloria had freaked out and had almost fainted, but now everything was out in the open. My meeting with China's leaders went over well enough considering I had no clue how to talk any Chinese, but not as well as the other three. Apparently, I had made myself look a little stupid considering I gestured in an offensive way, and to talked to a wall. But it was over now, and there was nothing we could do about it know. Melanie and Holter went back to Narnia to deal with a few things before school started again. Emma rolled onto her back, and I could feel her arm lift before her fingers traced my jaw. 

"Enjoy your nap?" I asked leaning into her touch, she hummed before yawning. 

"I did enjoy it, up until I heard you watching my speech again, and again, and again-" she kept saying "and again" over and over, and I smiled. 

"I just couldn't get over how sexy you sounded," I interrupted leaning down to kiss Emma on the forehead. I could feel her expression change into a smirk as I traced her face with a finger. She sat up and moved to sit on my lap, wrapping an arm around my shoulders

"Oh really," she said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, I hummed in response, kissing her neck. Laughing, Emma pushed me away, "You need to shave," she said gripping my chin and scratching my short beard. 

"You like it," I joked with a smirk, wishing I could see her instead of just feeling and listening to her. 

"You look like a grandpa - it's too white." she said, and I laughed. 

"You do know, that we are both over 200 years old, Emma," she scoffed leaning into me, her fingers still playing with my beard. I leaned over and kissed her cheek - or what I thought was her cheek. Emma laughed, forcing my head to turn a bit until her lips met mine. 

Breaking the kiss Emma laughed, "I should have forced you shave - I still need to force you to shave," I leaned forward and tickled her with my beard. 

We continued to mess around until I heard people walk down the hallway and into the living room, four people - no, five. "Emma, Patten," it was Gloria, I turned my face so my ear was facing the group. 

"Hi mom," Emma said loosening her grip on my shirt, "Grandma." She stood up and walked over to the group, and I could hear her hugging them. 

"I am so proud of you," Susan whispered in Emma's ear, and I smiled. "I don't know if you remember," Susan went on, "but these are my siblings, Peter, Edmond, and Lucy." I heard Emma's heart skip a beat, and I quickly got up and went to her. 

"You okay?" I whispered into her ear, she nodded gripping my hand, and I would give anything to see what was going on. It used to not bother me so much - before I knew Emma I had lived my whole life blind, and hadn't cared that I couldn't see; but now, with so much happening... 

"Yeah, I'm fine, Its just these four," I could feel her gesturing toward the five people, one of which I assumed to be Gloria, the others though, "were the original kings and queens of Narnia." I snapped my head up, hoping my eyes weren't staring someplace weird. 

I bowed to the best of my ability without falling over and I could hear two men laughing and Emma helped me stand back up, "No need to bow boy," one of the men said. Emma helped guide my hand to meet another, an older mans hand, warm, and firm. "I'm Peter," the man said then I felt him lead my hand to the right where another person took my hand. 

"Lucy," the woman said, and I nodded my head slowly. 

My hand was passed again, this time to the left, "Edmund." They didn't use their titles, and I wondered why as Edmund let go of my hand. It was weird to meet my idols, my heroes. Hearing stories as a kid, I thought them to be gods, humans who never aged and ruled Narnia for thousands of years; Little did I know then that they did age, just not in the same way. 

Emma took my hand again and I listened as she shook hands with the old kings and queens as well. "I am so sorry, Uncle Peter," she started, "Your sword was ruined in the war against the elf king." 

Peters baritone voice sounded in a laugh as he shifted his stance, "I'm glad it got to see action again, and even if you still had it - I'm too old to fight."

I tried to gage the room, hear where everyone was - and though I knew that the old kings and queens probably weren't going to harm us, I still was wary. There were still nights were I would wake up in a cold sweat, unable to breath, as visions and nightmares still haunted my vision. Men and women who I thought to be my friends betraying the ones I love; and these people - I didn't know who they were. Of course I heard the stories, but they were stories. Gloria lead them farther into the room, and we sat in the living room - Emma rubbing her thumb across the top of my hand. 

"Where is Melanie and Holter?" Susan asked, and I bowed my head so my eyes weren't looking weird. 

"They are back in Narnia, Your Majesty," I replied and Susan laughed, joined by her siblings. 

"Patten, you don't need to call me 'Your Majesty', for all that its worth - I should be calling you that, High King Patten," I smirked to myself tilting my head to the side slightly.

We talked for around an hour before there was a loud thumping noise coming from outside, then Holter and Melanie - I could tell by their voices - walked into the house. "How is Narnia?" Emma asked after they greeted the old kings and queens.

"It's good, Ronan is keeping everything running smoothly," Holter said, his voice steady. I could hear the four old royalty look between my brother and I.

"Susan tells us that you two are siblings," Lucy's soft voice broke through the silence, and Emma leaned against me, her head laying on my shoulder. 

"That is true - I know, we look nothing alike," I said with a smirk and Holter laughed. 

I could hear the others shuffling and breathing around me, and I could almost feel their questions form in their heads, "And no neither of us were adopted," Holter said, knowing the questions better than I did.            

"I look more like our mother and her father before her, Holter looks like our father." I explained, scratching my beard, and I wished I could see everyone's expression, their reactions to the different things my brother and I said. 

It was hard, harder than I let anyone know about - to not be able to see. I couldn't see anything; the joy on my fiance's face, or Narnia, my home - I could see nothing. Nothing besides my nightmares, which I could see in vivid detail. Details that makes me scream in the middle of the night while sweat drenches my clothes and bed. The colors, which seemed so real in my dreams, I wish I could see them other places. 

"You alright?" Emma whispered in my ear, taking hold of my hands. I leaned into her, nodding my head. "You don't look fine," she whispered. "Excuse us for just a moment," Emma said to the rest of the group, taking my hand and pulling me out of the room. "What's wrong?" she asked and I shook my head. 


"Don't lie to me," she said cupping my face, her calloused hands warm and steady. 

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, "It's nothing, just PTSD as you put it," I said hoping that would be enough to detain her from asking more questions. 

"Tell me about it, Patten, you help me all the time, I want to help you," she said pulling my head softly down until my forehead was on hers. 

"I -" I started, struggling to breath as I tried to hold back all the feelings locked inside. Then, I just broke. Tears sprung to my eyes, and fell down my cheeks into my stupid beard, and onto the stupid ground. Emma let go of my face before wrapping her arms around my waist. I clung to her, shaking with sobs as everything pored out of me. Every nightmare, every moment I had to spend in complete darkness, every moment I couldn't do anything but sit and wait for the visions to fade. It all pored out as I told her it all.

Emma held onto me as I cried, whispering to me confirmations that we were okay. I held onto her tighter, crying into the crook of her neck. "I love you," she whispered, repeating it over and over. 

After a few minutes, my tears stopped and Emma and I just stood there, hugging each other as tightly as we could. "I don't know what I would do without you," I whispered to her. 

"It's alright, I love you," Emma said kissing the side of my head.  

/Is everything alright?/ Romnly asked through our bond. 

/Yeah,/ I replied holding onto Emma, breathing in her sent. 

I heard footsteps, but didn't care if anyone saw me hugging my fiance, the tears had all gone away and hopefully Emma's shirt was dry enough that no one would question if I were crying or not. "Emma, Patten, we are going out for dinner, you two want to come?" it was Gloria. I stood up straighter, but still kept my hands around Emma's waist. 

"Do you want to?" Emma asked and I thought it over. 

"Yeah, we can go." I said giving a smile, and I could feel Emma nod. 

We walked out to the cars, and I could hear hundreds of people talking, and pictures being taken, and I made sure to keep a grip on Emma's hand. /So are we just supposed to sit here and wait for you guys to come back?/ Romnly asked, and I could tell she was laying on the roof of the house, sprawled out like a cat. 

/Yes./ I replied with a smile.

/That's no fun,/ she complained yawning, and I heard camera's flash in her direction. 

/You'll be fine," I said as Emma lead me into the car. The car moved slowly out of the driveway and down the street before we slowly started going faster. I listened to the quiet purr of the engine as the car drove down the windy Tulsa roads to the restaurant. Gloria and Joseph talked the hole way about protection for the four of us 'kids' while Emma played with my hand. We arrived at the restaurant within 15 minutes before filing into the building. 

"11 people," Gloria told the waitress, and I could hear the girls quick intake of breath as she saw who she was going to seat. 

"Right away, your majesties." the waitress said, and I sighed wrapping my arms around Emma's waist as we waited for the tables and chairs to be pushed together at the far end of the restaurant. After a few minutes, the girl spoke again, "If you would follow me," her voice was hushed, her heartbeat quick with fear and awe. We followed her though to the tables, where I sat down across from Melanie and Holter; Emma sat beside me, and on either side of the four of us sat the four old queens and kings. I began to hear the click of camera's and the dull thumps of fingers on screens as we all started to talk and smile. 

"So Patten, tell us, whats it like being a blind king?" Edmund asked, and I sucked in a breath. Emma's hand instantly found mine under the table and I could feel her mind against mine, I opened my thoughts to her. 

/You okay? You don't have to answer./ she said and I squeezed her hand. 

"I would be lying if I said I didn't miss sight, but then I would also be lying if I said it didn't have its perks." I started, then to Emma, /I'm fine sweetie/. 

"Perks, what perks could there be to being blind?" Peter asked, and Lucy made a 'tisk' sound of disapproval, "What, it's only a question," he said, and I nodded. 

"It is only a question - and well there is one perk that stands out a lot in battle. Say you are meeting someone one on one, as I assume you have done countless times being High King, well they will expect me not to be able to fight as well as I do because they think I won't know where they are. The truth is that my other senses are so heightened that I can tell exactly where a person is, and where to strike." I explained reaching across the table to grab a bread stick (which no one told me was there). 

"So you do fight then? Sword or otherwise?" Edmund asked and I nodded. 

"Emma and I spar almost every day." I said taking a bite of the bread. 

We continued to talk about random things and about Narnia, what it used to be like, and what its like now. The waiter came around twice now, once to take our drink order, and the second to bring our drinks out and to take our food orders. He was nervous, his heart beat fast and uneven as he would hand us our drinks. 

Food was finally served and said thank you before digging into the food. Everything was delicious - not as good as Narnian food, but delicious nevertheless. After dinner, we payed and on the way out there were hundreds of people yelling at us, taking pictures at us, and asking for autographs. Emma lead me over to the closest group and we began to sign different objects. 

After we were done signing things, Emma lead me away and laughed, "You have the nicest handwriting, and you can't even see it." 

"Ha ha ha Emma, very funny." I said kissing her temple as we slid into the car and started back home. 

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