The Canon Keepers is basically a fictional organization which goes to different works of fan-fiction, eliminating Mary Sues, Gary Stus, Marty Sams, stupid romances, and other un-canonical things. This is my version of the Narnia Canon Keepers, helping to keep Narnia canonical.
And by the way, although Wraithbane is on temporarily on hold, I'm hoping to start writing it again soon.
Enjoy!

Narnia Canon Keepers
The Rescue of King Gale

CHAPTER ONE

Disclaimer: I don't own King Gale, Narnia, or the Lone Islands. I don't even really own the NCK. Just the characters who work for them in this story. All NCK equipment is mine, but you can use them if you like :)

Beep! Beep! Beep!
Thomas Kesdin pulled out his Canon Alert Phone and pressed 'Talk'.
"Hello?"
"Kesdin," came the familiar voice of the dispatcher. "We need you. It's not major, but it could turn into something serious if we don't deal with it."
"Be right over," Thomas said, taking a last bite of his donut. He turned off the phone and called, "Hey, Jim! Want the rest of my donut?"
"No thanks. You have the cooties. Give it to the dog."
Thomas tossed the donut under the table and heard a smack as the Mary-Sue-Sniffing dog, Ticky, gobbled it up.
"Gotta go," said Thomas, running out the door.
He took the elevator to the third floor and soon found himself at the dispatcher's office. There were several other Canon Keepers in line. The dispatcher was giving out assignments.
"Minor case of Suspian. Try to take them alive if possible. Here is your equipment."
"Edmund/OC. Pretty dangerous. You'd better shoot the OC and spray this on Ed. He's not quite non-Canon yet. He should come to his senses pretty quickly."
After two others, Thomas found himself at the desk.
"Alright, Kesdin, this is rather a strange one," the dispatcher said. "Not your typical Mary Sue story. The author obviously knows something about the books, and has read The Last Battle. This is one about King Gale."
"Ah," said Thomas. "The one who killed the dragon on the Lone Islands."
"Yes. Well, the first two chapters are fine. Just about King Gale. Of course there will be romance, but it's kind of going too far. We're afraid Gale's love interest might end up slaying the dragon herself."
"Uh-oh."
"Yes. Perhaps you can give the story a little nudge back to the right lines. I doubt that Gale's true love is very dangerous...yet."
"Ok. What should I bring along?"
"Just your Canon 780 Tranquilizer. Here you go."
Thomas took it and the Inter-Canon transportation device and turned to go.
"Oh, and Kesdin."
"Yes?"
"The true love doesn't necessarily have to be eliminated. Just put in her proper place. King Gale is supposed to kill the dragon. But that's about all we know about him. It's fine if he gets married. It's even fine if she helps him defeat the dragon. The only thing is: don't let her turn into a Mary Sue."
"Righto!" Thomas said, snapping a salute.
He stepped into the Zone not far down the hall and flipped the switch on his transportation device to ON. Then he punched in:
Lone Islands-King Gale.
A moment later he was whirling through darkness, and a few seconds after that he had landed on solid ground.

CHAPTER TWO

Disclaimer: I own Thomas Kesdin, Amy Burke, and probably whoever else you've never heard of who appears in this story. Otherwise, they are all C. S. Lewis's. Enjoy!

Thomas found himself in a large, bustling town. He was right beside a dock, where a man had just tied his boat and was stepping out. There was a salty tang to the air. People hurried by him, though several gave him strange glances. He looked down at himself.
"I suppose I look pretty strange," he thought, eyeing his blue shirt, which was emblazoned in gold letters with NCK, and his gray suit pants. "To them, anyways."
Going up to the man in the boat, he said, "Hello, sir. Can you tell me where the governor is?"
"Governor?" the man said. "We ain't got no governor."
"But... well, who's in charge?"
"The duke. His manor is that way." The man pointed behind Thomas, and the Canon Keeper looked in that direction."
"Can't see it from here. You'll have to take a boat to Felimath."
"Felimath? I thought hardly anyone lived there."
"Lots of people live there," said the man, irritably.
"Can you take me there?"
"No. Got to take these fish to market."
Thomas thanked the man and walked around the harbor, trying to see if anyone looked like they were about to go out in their boats. Instead, he ran straight into a girl who was running in the opposite direction.
"Oh! Excuse me!" he said.
"Why, I'm dreadfully sorry," she said. "I guess I was just in such a hurry I wasn't watching where I was going."
"You don't look like you're from around here," Thomas said. She was wearing a long denim dress which went past her knees, and a yellow scrunchie in her hair.
"Oh!" she said, looking him over in her turn. "You're a Canon Keeper!"
"H-how'd you know?"
She pointed to her left sleeve, where a small badge read: NCK3.
"What!" he said. "You're a third level Canon Keeper! Where am I, then?"
"Lone Islands," she said. "King Caspian is just about to return with Ramandu's Daughter. I'm here to make sure no one is making any trouble. You know a lot of fangirls are apt to write themselves into a story, and try to sweep Caspian off his feet, even if he is engaged."
"You mean he's not married yet?"
"No. They're going to have the wedding at Cair Paravel. Ramandu is in the ship, too."
"Is that canonical?"
"Well... Lewis didn't say when or where they got married, nor if Ramandu could never leave his island. I guess it's canonical enough. But still, we have to watch out. This is a pretty popular story over in Fan-Fic Land, and if things went wrong, well, let's just say it wouldn't be good. By the way, what are you doing here? I wasn't told I was going to have help."
"No, actually I'm in the wrong time period. I put in the right location and time, but," Thomas shook his transportation device. "Apparently it isn't working properly. I'll have to call in and see what I can do."
"Well, it was nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"Thomas. Thomas Kesdin."
"I'm Amy Burke."
They shook hands.
"It was nice to meet you, too. Well, bye."
Thomas turned around and went to a quiet place, where he dialed in the number for headquarters.
"This is Kesdin, calling headquarters. Do you read me?"
"Loud and clear. How can I help you?"
"I'm having some trouble with my transportation device."
"Hang on. I'll connect you with the technician's department."
Thomas waited for a few minutes, and finally he heard a deep voice saying on the other end,
"Technician. What's your problem?"
"My 65 Inter-Canon TD must be messed up. It took me to the right place, but the wrong time period."
"Alright. Where are you right now?"
"Lone Islands, umm, not too long after the Dawn Treader came here."
"Hang on. I'll be there in just a minute."
A few minutes later, Thomas saw a burly man with a black beard, dressed in the NCK technician's suit, appear by the docks. He ran over to meet him.
"Well, let's see," the technician said, taking Thomas' device and looking it over, shaking it up and down and to the side. "Doesn't sound like anything's broken."
He stood for a few minutes, silently examining it, and then took out a screwdriver and took it apart.
"That's strange," he said as he put it back together. "Everything's in working order. I have an idea. Tell it to go to... hmmm. Say, Cair Paravel during the coronation of the Pevensies. I'll follow."
Thomas punched in the location and time, and soon found himself inside Cair Paravel, which he knew from past assignments. The technician appeared a second afterwards, and together they walked down a long hall and into the throne room. It was crowded with animals, centaurs, fauns and other creatures, and there, on the thrones, were the four children. Aslan was just crowning them. Thomas stared in fascination, but the technician shook him.
"We don't have time," he said. "You're on an assignment, right?"
They stepped out of the throne room.
"Well... obviously the device is not broken. I have a feeling that something... or someone, is blocking you from going to that particular time."
Thomas gaped.
"How could they do that?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. Come back to headquarters with me, and we'll see what can be done. That's not my line of work, so I'll have to find someone who can help."
Thomas punched in: NCK Headquarters. Third Floor.