The brisk morning air was as welcomed by Caspian as a cool spring would be to any desert plant. It flowed freely across his face, and through his waves of dark brown hair. His dark eyes and strong features were highlighted by the dawning sun, as he and his men marched through the forest. Caspian felt alert for any sort of danger, and that's precisely what he heard at that moment. Danger. Caspian crept toward the sound that he had heard, sort of a muffled voice. He saw two figures crouching behind a bush. Caspian's heart pounded with anticipation as he moved stealthily forwards, sword drawn. A tall, male figure stepped out towards one of the minotaurs in his small group, and held his sword high to attack. That's when Caspian sprang into action. He dove at the male, and with the clang of steel upon steel, their swords hit. His opponent swung his sword around quickly, unfazed by the sudden attack. Caspian deflected him again, before the other swordsman hit him in the face with the hilt of his sword. The adrenaline pulsing through his veins caused him to barely feel the pain, and he was back at it. Again, and again they swung at each other, with the ferocity of killers. His opponent slightly stronger, however quickly managed to knock Caspian's sword from his hand, and with one more swing, attempted to cut Caspian's head from his neck. He managed to duck just in time to avoid the blade, which then became firmly lodged into a tree. With this moment, Caspian reached for the sword stuck in the tree, unaware of how stuck it was. Suddenly he heard a girl cry, "No, STOP!" Both he and his opponent were taken by surprise and halted. Caspian wheeled around to see a small girl looking exasperated, while another girl and a boy arrived behind her. Looking back at the other swordsman, a sudden realization washed over him. Had he really just been fighting a king of Narnia? If so, this must be High King Peter, the oldest. As he looked him over, Caspian couldn't help but notice how unbearably attractive he was. His short, sandy hair was mussed from the fight. He had softer features than Caspian and was slightly shorter than him, giving the appearance of innocence. And yet his crystal blue eyes pierced him with a sense of pride, dignity, and….kindness? Caspian then, averted his eyes.
"Prince Caspian?" Peter asked.
"Yes, and you are… Peter Pevensie? High King of Narnia?"
"I believe you called."
Caspian didn't know it yet, but he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.