Here it is guys the chapter six. Sorry again for being a horrible updater. I feel terrible about it none the less.

Leaders words...

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The chamber fell silent as the door clicked shut behind the Professor. There was a long silent as the Kings and Queens of Narnia let the news sink in.

"War.. is upon is again." Peter spoken in an uneasy tone.

"Peter are you alright?" Susan asked. She knew how much war affected peters emotions.

"Caspian..Edmund.." Peter said in a strong voice that was steadily growing.

"We need to recruit and gather an army. We need every man we can get, We will hold a Speech around noon today I will tell Narnia our situation with Telmar."

"Shouldn't we at least talk this out?" Lucy asked shocked by peters haste.

"There's no time lu, we need to act fast, this isn't the time for waiting around." Peter commanded

"But peter its your birthday...Every Narnian will be celebrating tonight, should we be frighting them to? " Susan was always worried for her family,
but for the first time she found herself worrying for her kingdom.

A knock on the door interrupted their debate. The door opened slowly and an overly friendly servant entered the tea room with refreshments. The silent in the room could have been cut with a knife it was so thick,
the servant felt the animosity among the kings and queens. The fire in the tea room crackled and popped through the silent room. The Golden kings face had a thousand worries written across his face. The servant glanced at the kings and queens studying each of their faces as she did so. Everyone was starting at the Golden King as if he weren't really there at all. The High King was sitting facing the fire with a letter tightly held in his hands. The servant finished setting up the kings and queens tea and lunch and waited to be diss missed.

"You may go." Peter said in a cold distant voice far beyond the walls of the tea room.

The servant exited quickly..

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The rain was coming down in a drizzle as Lord Fabian rode towards Serement. The fog had grown increasing thick and the air was cold and crisp. Being a telmaraine Lord Fabian found this kind of weather very unpleasant.
Fabian could see Serement lands just up ahead. He quickened his pace and dug his heels into the horse to command him to go faster. Just as he reached the first building he laid eye upon the tavern. It was a rather old building but the details in the carved wood made the building look antique and was a strong grey smoke coming from all the homes and buildings he past. This sight comforted him too, the tavern would be warm.
Lord Fabian pulled the horse reins firmly towards himself. "Woahh" He slid one leg over the horse and put it on the wet ground. Removing his foot from the stirrup, he quickly tied the horse reins to a wooden post an walked inside. Lord Fabian scanned the room with his eyes for a brief moment and walked to the bar.

"I'll have a class of ale. Also I'm looking for a man with a dark green cloak." Fabian asked.

"Oh yes.. He told me you would come. He also bought my silence." Leaning in close as he poured a room of ale he whispered.

"He's in the first room on the left."

"Thank you." Fabian picked u his drink set down some coins and quickly headed for the stairs. He climbed the stairs slowly thinking over what he would say to a man of this power. He knew that whatever he said this night could change the course of this war, and for the bigger picture the course of Narnian history as they knew it. Fabian knocked upon the door three times exactly no more or less. He waited for a moment growing more anxious as the time past. What if it was a trap, what if he had never come at all and this was all just a set up by King Tavien. His thoughts were running wild with worry, Fabian even contemplated turning and quickly backing down the stairs when he heard a low creak and the door opened only slightly letting in some of the candle light into the hall.

"Name?" The deep voice asked.

"It is Lord Fabian from telmar, I'm awfully sorry for the delay I could not... "Enter." The voice cut him off. Lord fabian entered and saw two men. They two men were both wearing dark green cloaks, The man who answered the room door pointed to a chair across from the second man. The room had a small bed and a table with two medium sized stools in the far corner by the window. Fabian reluctantly walked across the room and sat down on the wooded stool. The man in the dark green cloak removed his hood revealing a golden crown th pointed arches all having silver beads and diamonds running along them. The man at the table gestured for the standing man to leave the room. The dark green cloaked man slowly closed the door behind him and the man began to speak.

"Welcome to Serement, Lord Fabian."

"Thank you, King Prismia. Your country is beautiful."

"Tell me Lord Fabian you are aware your country has requested serement assistance in war. You have also requested me not to answer the request. Which will then lead us to the topic of the night Lord Why have you requested me here.

"Your majesty, King tavien is a tyrant. He must lose this war so that peace can be made and alliances can be possible. The telmaranie army is already far larger than the Narnians. If a few must suffer to save a country from a tyrant so be it."

"Very well, but Lord Fabian how does this benefit my people?"

"When Lord Raziel takes the throne are two countries will know peace and power..

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The gardens of the castle were becoming filed with narinans, the whispers and general talking filling them with worry and nervousness. The voices growing loud and loud as more people filled into the gardens. The voices couldn't even touch the Golden Kings ears. He was in another world, his head was filled with battle plans, an army of death, and his family's safety. So many peoples lives were lying in his hands, they just didn't know it yet. He would tell them soon enough that everything as they know it will change. Some birthday present he thought to himself, He twisted the buttons on his jacket as he fastened the coat. His entire outfit had been laid out for him. The jacket was deep blue with golden accents. He saw his crown laying on his bed. What a heavy thing to bear he thought to himself placed his Golden Crown upon his head, the arches still shaped of three golden leaves and embedded with jewels. He finished dressing and just continued to think about his speech, what could he say to make this less frightening to his people and his family. They had debated for 3 hours before peter had to finally take charge and command what was to be done. The kings and queen could not agree and it was peters place to do what others could not or would not.
There was a knock on the door interrupting peters train of thought.

"Uhh.. yes enter." Peters voice was distant and filled with unspoken worries.

"Hello Pete." Edmund said with a reassuring smile.

"Its time peter, everyone is waiting for you."

"I'm coming Edmund." Peter spoke.

The two kings walked in silence threw the castle, when they met the others and then they all continued to the gardens. The crowd had grown sufficiently anxious as the time had past. Everyone tell silent as the Kings and queen took the balcony. Peter stepped forward to the front of them. He thought for a moment and then decided its best just to be honest and open with his people.

"People of Narnia. I have grave news for our kingdom. We have been challenged to war by Telmar. I know that this country can brave any and all foes. Narnia has stood our ground countless times and we are asked to do it again. Our people will prevail and our people will continue on. We will hold training grounds for all to fight up to fight for our people and our way of life. We are narnians and we will fight..

Sorry again for the longest delay in the history of delays...