Author's Note: Here we are! The epic sequel! If you haven't read the first story, it's called "The Forgotten Spirit" and it's on my page. WARNING: This story will be better. I know where I'm going with this one/: Okay, so I'm watching the movie while I write this, so that'll help me get into it. Wish me luck, and I hope you like it! :D

Evelyn stood, blinking the dazzling white sunlight out of her unadjusted eyes. She looked around herself, and saw dark wooded trees flying into the air like giants standing over her. Her eyes lit up in delight, when she realized where she was. She ran through the trees, singing in delight.

"I'm in Narnia!"

She ripped off her shoes and let the warm, moist Narnian soil slip between her toes. She knelt down and felt the soil, rubbing it in between her fingers. She sat up. She was near Cair Paravel, not a length away. She got up and hurried through the wood, heading east. Suddenly, she heard voices.

"Hey that's mine, from my chess set!"

Evelyn froze, and hid behind a towering pine. The bark rubbed against her back like an old friend. She cursed that she had no weapons. But then realized she knew that voice. She knew it like she knew the soft wind blowing over the Eastern Sea or how she knew the light emitted from Lantern Waste.

Edmund.

"Which chess set?" she heard another voice ring out.

Peter.

"Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley did I?" Edmund said sarcastically. Evelyn snorted quietly, like she always did around the dark haired king. He sure had kept that dry sense of humor he had over the years.

Her mind went blank with delight. She wanted to jump out and hug them, but then she heard another voice, smaller, and this time female ring out.

"It can't be." It whispered.

Then she heard four sets of feet running away. So Susan was here, too! She listened carefully, and then stuck her head out from behind the tree. She saw stone ruins, surrounded by grass poking up through cracks in the crumbling cement. What was this? Isn't this where Cair Paravel was supposed to be?

"Don't you see?!" she heard Lucy yell from a distance away.

"What?" Peter asked.

Evelyn moved closer to them, but still concealed in the cover of the trees.

"Imagine walls, and columns there, and a glass roof!" Lucy said with a hint of nostalgia.

Evelyn looked into the clearing and imagined. She saw a huge room, with columns leading down a center aisle. A glass roof that let it the bright, Narnian sun. And four thrones, majestic and beautiful. Evelyn's stomach suddenly dropped and she wanted to sob, but she never cried. She realized where she was, what had happened here. The music of Narnia swelled in her heart and she mourned the loss of her home.

She finally stepped out into the open and spoke the words that rested upon her tongue.

"Cair Paravel." She said at the same time as Peter.

The four Kings and Queens looked at her, and smiles, though with sad eyes came upon their faces. Evelyn took them in. Edmund looked about fifteen. He wasn't as muscular as he was the last time he was fifteen, and he was paler. But he was still Edmund. Evelyn smiled to see his familiar dark hair, and charming freckles. Peter looked about seventeen, with golden hair and as kingly as ever. Susan, who was probably sixteen now, was still as beautiful as she once was, with her dark hair and glamorous complexion. And Lucy, little Lucy. She looked about thirteen, and still looked young, not quite matured yet.

"Ev!" Edmund said, aghast.

"Hullo Ed." Evelyn replied, with a forced smile. She couldn't comprehend that her one true home was gone forever. She knew that however much she smiled, she still had broken eyes. No one can truly hide their emotions from their eyes.

Edmund ran down from what was left of his once beautiful throne and wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him back, squeezing him tight. She had been somewhat morose through the years without her best friend. He stepped back and looked at her, his eyes looking into hers.

"Oh Ev, I'm sorry."

She just smiled again and ran to greet the others. It was a merry reunion, with many "how have you been"s and "remember that time"s. Once they were all worn out of talking. They looked around again, and started to explore once more.

They all split off after a while. Evelyn grabbed a shining red apple from a tree and saw Edmund nearby. She headed over to him. He was leaning near a large, weathered stone. His shirt had come untucked from his belt and lay loose around his waist. Evelyn smiled at his undone appearance.

"Catapults." He stated, seemingly randomly. But Evelyn looked at the stone, and anger boiled in her chest.

"What?" Peter asked, confused.

Edmund turned back to them, his almost black hair looking brown in the sun. He squinted his eyes at the light and said:

"This didn't just happen, Cair Paravel was attacked."

He stood, and he and Peter made their way to a still standing section of wall. They moved away some branches, and then pushed, using all their body weight to move aside stone. Behind it lay a hidden, wooden door. It was rotting and decrepit, but still there.

Peter pushed at the wood, breaking it off near the handle, then pushed it inward, causing the weakened wood to fall off its hinges. He then proceeded to rip off the bottom of his white shirt. Edmund looked rather amused and confused, with a slight smile on his face. Evelyn laughed as Peter ripped the fabric around a fallen stick, realizing he was trying to make a torch.

"Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" Peter asked Ed, who took the stick and looked into the leather bag hanging at his side.

"Well, no," he said with a slightly amused tone, "but… would this help?" he asked, pulling out a silver torch, or flashlight as Americans call it, with a very inconspicuous look.

Evelyn chuckled with Lucy and Susan and smiled at Ed.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter said with a laughing smile.

Edmund just smiled, a real smile, and shook the torch as he walked past Peter into the door, while Peter just threw away his now useless makeshift torch, motioning for the girls to walk ahead of him. Evelyn smiled and followed Edmund down the passage, watching him, still amazed she was back home. They reached a flat floor, which overlooked a circular room with four chests, and statues of the Pevensies.

The five of them hurried down the stairs into the vault and Peter said, amazed:

"I can't believe it's all still here!"

Lucy then ran ahead to the last chest on the right, and pushed open the golden lid. The others, except for Peter then hurried to their own chests, opening theirs as well. Evelyn noted that everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. She wondered again how long they'd been away. She had a private room for her things off to the side, but for now followed Ed to his chest, sitting on the edge of it once he had opened it.

The inside of the lid was covered with an elaborate design, and Evelyn recalled the skilled dwarves that once made beautiful crafts for the five royals. Suddenly, Lucy's voice rang out.

"I was so tall." She said, holding a much-too-large golden dress up to herself.

"Well, you were older then." Susan said with a smile. Lucy laughed and folded up the dress.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later, when you're younger." Edmund said, wearing a helmet that was about two sizes the size of his head. Evelyn laughed and took the helmet off him, throwing it back into the chest. She glanced up at the marble statue of him, trying to remember what he had been like as a grown up. Much like he was as a kid, actually. It had been hard seeing all of them grow up. Growing up was something Evelyn didn't really have any interest in doing. She couldn't imagine the five of them old, and unable to fight or even run. The thought made her shiver.

Evelyn then looked over at Peter, who was holding a medallion of gold, inlaid with a picture of Aslan. He blew the dust off of it, looking very nostalgic for his times as King. Evelyn knew how hard it was to go from being a High King or Queen to being nobody.

Peter then looked up, and walked to his own chest. Suddenly Lucy's voice rang out, concerned:

"What is it?"

"My horn," Susan replied, "I must've left it on my saddle, the day we went back."

Evelyn looked over sad. None of them ever wanted to leave. They all watched as Peter opened his chest, bringing out his fateful sword. The one Father Christmas gave him all those years ago. He un-sheathed it.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death."

"And when he shakes his mane," Evelyn continued, "we shall have spring again."

They all looked at each other, remembering times that had passed. Evelyn's stomach clenched in what felt like guilt, but it was probably longing. In the faded light of the room, the five children almost looked like Kings and Queens again.

"And from what we know," Lucy said saidly, "Mr. Tumnus and the beavers… they're all gone?"

Evelyn looked down into her lap.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on." Peter said.

The four Pevensies grabbed some of their old Narnian clothes as Evelyn ran to the anti-chamber to collect her things. The walls were covered in paintings, many of them partially eaten from bugs, or weathered from age. She looked at them sadly, remembering when she painted them. Many were of Narnia, some of the creatures, and others of the Kings and Queens. She stared at a particular one of her and Edmund, it seemed so long ago. It had been made on her birthday, years ago.

She shook her head out of times gone, and rushed to her chest, opening it. She quickly grabbed a golden dress that fit, and changed into it. She then grabbed her dagger, the one her father gave her when she returned to Narnia, and her sword, made by the best smiths in all of Narnia, Archenland, and Calormene. She then rushed back to the others, who were now fully dressed in Narnian clothes, and they ascended the old steps again, feeling much more at home than they had before.

They stepped outside, and looked around.

"Where should we go?" Lucy asked.

"The river?" Evelyn suggested. She just had a sudden feeling to go to the river that connected Narnia to the Great Eastern Sea. They all headed that way, when suddenly Edmund's voice rang out.

"Look!"

They saw two men, in armor that looked foreign, lifting a small dwarf who was bound and gagged out of a small boat. Susan ran up, firing an arrow into the stained wood of the starboard side.

"Drop him!" she shouted knotching another arrow, as Peter and Edmund took out their swords, which gleamed in the sun.

The dwarf yelled something through his gag, which didn't sound particularly friendly.

The two guards then threw the poor creature into the river, and he sunk. Peter and Edmund immediately ran toward the river. Peter did an epic dive to the bottom, and Evelyn assumed he was rescuing the dwarf. Susan then shot one of the guards, after he grabbed a crossbow, and he fell backwards into the water with a splash. The other guard then jumped in with a shout. Edmund, then swam toward the boat. He grabbed it by the rope attached to the bow and pulled it to shore. Peter then dragged the dwarf up the beach and Lucy grabbed her dagger with a flourish, then cut his bonds. He grabbed his gag, pulling it off and coughing up water. The five kings and queens looked pretty happy for themselves for saving him. He sat up:

"Drop him?! That's the best you could come up with?" he said in a low, gravelly voice.

Susan looked offended.

"A simple thank you was fine." She said sarcastically.

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help!"

"Maybe we should've let them." Peter spat at him.

The dwarf looked mad.

"Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" Lucy asked.

"They're Telmarines, it's what they do." The dwarf replied angrily.

"Telmarines?!" Evelyn and Edmund said together, "in Narnia?!"

"Where have you been the last few hundred years?" the dwarf said.

"It's a bit of a long story." Lucy said with a smile as Susan handed Peter his sword. The five of them stood there, in front of the clear sky and Narnian sun, Lucy with her dagger, Susan holding her bow, Peter and Edmund with their swords, and Evelyn standing next to Edmund with her dagger held out. Evelyn knew they looked as much like royalty as ever.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" the dwarf said, "You're it?! You're the Kings and Queens of Old."

"High King Peter," Peter said holding out his hand, "the Magnificent." Edmund and Evelyn looked at each other, laughing silently.

"You probably could've left off the last bit…" Susan said.

The dwarf laughed for the first time.

"Probably." He said with a smile.

"You might be surprised." Peter said, getting out his sword with a loud screech.

"Oh, you don't want to do that, boy." The dwarf replied.

Evelyn smiled at the dwarf's confidence.

"Not me," Peter said, turning to Edmund, "him."

Edmund smiled and took out his sword, getting into a fighting stance. Evelyn smiled also, this dwarf didn't know what was coming. Edmund used to be known as the best swordsman in the land.

The dwarf looked a little bashful. He hesitantly grabbed Peter's sword, which fell to the ground. It was actually too heavy for him! He stood there for a moment, straining, and then suddenly threw an attack at Edmund meeting his sword. He attacked again, and Edmund ducked under it, letting the dwarf hit him between the eyes with the side of his blade. Evelyn cringed a bit, but Edmund had suffered much worse injuries than that.

"Edmund!" Lucy yelled.

"Oh you alright?!" the dwarf teased. Edmund came around and hit him in the bum with his blade. Evelyn laughed, admiring how quickly Edmund got back into his old self. But the Narnian air was doing that to all of them. His movements were as smooth as they used to be. The dwarf turned and growled, swinging again. He swung at Edmund's legs, but Ed just jumped, hitting the dwarf's sword. Suddenly, Edmund went completely on offense, hitting the dwarf's sword so much, he could hardly block, and then finally did a great swinging move, making the dwarf's sword fly out of his hands and holding his own sword down at the dwarf. Edmund breathed heavily, his eyes full of fire. Evelyn stared at him, seeing the old King she once knew standing before her. The dwarf looked stunned.

"Beards and bedsteads, maybe that horn worked after all."

"What horn?" Susan asked curiously as Edmund lowered his sword. Evelyn walked up to him.

"Not bad, my king."

He pushed her playfully and they looked back at the dwarf, waiting for an answer.

"Why, Queen Susan's horn of course." He replied. The five Kings and Queens looked at each other, confused. How did this dwarf get Susan's horn?

"I think we have a lot of catching up to do." Evelyn said with a smile.

Author's Note: There it is! I hope you liked it! Now I know what you're thinking. Oh my gosh, is this whole thing going to be movie-verse? Well, no reader! It isn't! There'll be plenty of stuff that's not in the movie. It just hasn't happened much yet! But please review telling me what you think, because every review makes my day, and when I don't get them, I fell sad Thanks guys!