Author's Note: I know, I know, it's been ages since I've updated this story. I'm sorry! I lost inspiration and my password!

A SPECIAL THANKS TO: lickitysplit, for the utterly kick…err…cool review! And you have a point about the ranting and the restating of 'I love OCs, I hate Mary-Sues' part. I gotta work on that. Blame it on my social incompetence, and my utter lack of non-family-related people to talk to V.V (except the voice in my head…but he constantly says I should quit this story and get a job, so I'm guessing he's not conversationalist material).

This Lion's Had It!

Temporary Author's Note

So, I'm sure most of you are thinking 'What the heck?! Stormtracer updated?!'. Unfortunately, no, I haven't, just decided to let you guys know this story will go through a major revision sometime in the future and WILL continue until it actually finishes. Because I do have a finish

Problem? I need inspiration. The only way I'm going to get that is if there's more badfic to parody. Therefore, I'm waiting for the next movie (which is slated to come out June or July 2008). Sorry folks, I'm afraid right now (with school and other commitments) is just not a great time to be writing more than one fanfic at the most, especially since this one needs something more to keep it going.

I repeat, I am NOT abandoning this, and I have NOT fallen off the face of the earth.

And now, so this isn't just another author's note that'll get deleted, here's a clip from the upcoming chapter (which I haven't finished). It'll probably be re-written, but hey, it's better than nothing:

"Lucy, do not keep him waiting!"

Lucy sighed, her chin resting on her crossed arms. Ever since Peter's new 'advisor' had moved in, life had become more difficult for her. 'Aurin', who (coincidentally) happened to be her own age, seemed to take every opportunity he got to flirt with her. Worse still, her siblings actually encouraged him to do so, charmed by his unprecedented skill in battle, wit and handsome appearance. Oh, and he had a finely-breed black horse called 'Shadows of My Heart' or some other such nonsense.

Frankly, she was still stuck on the fact that a previously unheard of seventeen-year-old boy had fought through the Battle of Beruna without her seeing or even hearing about his so-called 'noble deeds'. Until, of course, he had appeared two weeks afterward.

"Lucy, Oh do hurry up!" Susan sounded exasperated, obviously annoyed by Lucy's reluctance to leave her room.

"Coming Susan!" The youngest Pevensie called, inwardly steeling herself for the horrors to come.

After a short while, Susan finally gave up on calling her sister down. But there came a time when she could no longer delay the inevitable.

"Lucy? It's Peter, Aurin's been- Oh my God!"

Lucy sighed, something she seemed to be doing a lot lately. "Peter, if this is another trick to try and get me into the closest down the hall with Aurin, I'm not going to be very happy.

"But Lucy, it's…it's…"

Despite her common sense telling her to ignore him and stay where she was, she just couldn't ignore the utterly surprised and slightly fearful tone of her brother's voice. Taking a deep breath, she made her way stiffly over to her bedroom door and opened it.

She blinked, then rubbed her eyes and squinted. Then rubbed her eyes again, unable to process what she was seeing before her.

"I…I think he's dead." Lucy said hoarsely.

ATTENTION. DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCE, CHILDREN THIRTEEN-YEARS OR YOUNGER SHOULD SKIP AHEAD. OR YOU COULD JUST IGNORE THIS NOTE AND READ IT ANYWAY.

An obviously long-dead Aurin was pinned to the wall with a…red umbrella. A pink post-it note was stuck onto the handle, which read:

Dear Lucy Pevensie,

From the powers invested in me, I have…uh…what was I writing here?

An explanation, Paige; surely you could manage that, considering I was the one who killed the darn thing…

Shut up. Anyway, to make a long story short, your wannabeboyfriend is now shish-kabobed to the wall-

I'm sure she's noticed that.

-and he shouldn't be causing you anymore trouble. Sorry for not coming sooner (and for ruining one of your umbrellas),

Paige

How impressive. You could become the next bestselling writer.

Stop stealing the note from me Robin! If you have something to say, say it to my face!

"He could still be alive…" Peter answered hesitantly, not even believing his own words.

Still unable to fully grasp the sight before her, Lucy did the only thing she could do. Close the door.