A/N: This is the ONLY time I am posting this diclaimer.
I (Ashley P.) DO NOT own Narnia or any characters excpet the one I originally created (S).
A galloping black steed speeds his way the direction his rider is jerking the reins. Over fallen trees and round bushes of berries and leaves. His rider, covered in fog gray armor from head to toe, has his sword drawn in the air. His prey, busy scampering to the depths of the forest in which it would be hard to be seen, could not see how close he actually was.
The aging badger is able to climb through the think leaves and get between the trees to where he thinks he is safe. The trained eye of the soldier spots him and before he can get away his head is lost.
Victorious he takes his horse to a slow trot and begins the way he came. Before he gets too far from his victim, the empty wood around him listen to the whiney of fear from the horse and his screams while he burns to death.
And so, after the fire is out the cover of dark sets back into the "peace" of King Caspian's Narnia.
Not much of a preface but it's what I wanted :)
If you can't guess who died you'll find out by chapter two at the latest.
WARNING: I do not plan to update everyday BUT I might every once in awhile. Since I do have this planned out it should be easier to write it, and I'm hoping that this will become my second completed story! (Out of the five I've had.)
--Ashley P.