I DO NOT OWN REIGN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE CW. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY MY FASCINATION WITH THE WORLD OF REIGN AND WORLD WAR 2. SHOUTOUT TO RASHASRABADASH FOR BEATING THIS STORY AND TO DAN SICKLES FOR ALL OF THEIR SUPPORT.
ARCHIBALD CHAMBERS- KIT HARINGTON
DR. FLETCHER PHILLIPS- DONALD PLEASANCE
WILLIAM CHAMBERS-TOBIAS MENZIES
HARRIETT CHAMBERS- OLIVIA COLMAN
June 12, 1919. Portsmouth, England.
This is my story. I do not blame you if you do not believe me, if I myself had not experienced the things that I have...I honestly might not believe it myself. I feel that my death may come to pass sooner rather than later. Therefore, it is my wish that I write down my story, so that people may know it and decide for themselves if there is any value in it.
In the game of chance that is life, it was decided that the city of Portsmouth in the great country of England would be the place of my birth on the twelfth day of June in the year 1919. My father: William Chambers was a veteran of the Great War and a fisherman who earned his living from the English Channel and the fish that lived within it. My mother: Harriett Chambers was a devoted housewife, and a bloody good cook if I do say so myself. I was an only child, thus I had the blessing of my parent's endless attention. I had a fairly happy childhood, I enjoyed living in town and I had plenty of mates to have fun with. We nicked sweets from the local sweet stand and had water battles in the channel. Those were some of the best times of my life… so far anyway.
Summer, 1937. Portsmouth, England.
I attended St. Luke's Secondary School and got high marks in all my classes. My favorite professor was a chap named Dr. Fletcher Phillips. He also had been a veteran of the First World War and as a result, was always encouraging his pupils to join the armed services. He felt that it was every man's duty to join the military for the greatness of England. I myself had decided to join up after I heard that the British military offered to pay for one year at university for every graduate who enlisted. My parents simply did not have the money to send me to university, so that was my best option. I have always remembered what Dr. Philips said to me on graduation day. I was with my family when he came over to shake my hand.
"Happy graduation, young Chambers." He said, taking my hand.
"Thank you professor." I replied as my parents greeted the doctor.
"William, you must be proud having a son who is so willing to serve his king and country."
"I am indeed." My father beamed as my mother embraced me and pinched my cheeks as she often did.
"He is a fine lad, he is," she said as I tried not to blush.
"Which branch of the armed forces will you be joining?" Philips inquired.
"The Royal Air Force, sir." I had always been fascinated by planes and knew that someday, I would fly a plane of my very own.
My professor gave me a hearty pat on the back. "I know that whatever happens, I will be proud to have known you young Chambers."
Summer 1940. London, England.
After that, I enlisted with the RAF and I was accepted as a cadet at the head air base in the capital city of London. Luckily, I took to flying planes like a duck to water; or so my instructing officer told me. My sky chariot was a Super-marine Spitfire fighter plane. It had a single seat and was a right good flying machine. I named her Tudor because I was a lover of European history, especially that of medieval England, I had no idea of the irony of this until much later.
By the time that I was an established pilot, the second world war had broken out. In little over a year, Adolf Hitler and his goose-stepping goons had overrun practically all of Western Europe. Poland, Denmark, Norway, Belgium, Holland, even France eventually fell to the Nazis. We all knew that it was only a matter of time before they looked towards the British isles. Every hour was spent training, preparing to face off against the Luftwaffe. I knew that I was going head-first into a war. I had no idea that I would be caught in another war that took nearly everything from me.
NEXT TIME, ARCHIE TAKES TO THE AIR AND TRAVELS THROUGH TIME. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.