Chapter 1
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SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!
Author's notes: Based on Prince Caspian, some names have changed, but not many. Please Review. I love reviews!
Italics are thoughts, bold is flashbacks. Scene starts when Caspian is 8 and just learned that his father had died. Dotted lines are past and solid lines are present.
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8 year old Prince Caspian waited in his tutor's library for almost an hour. "This isn't like my tutor to be late, I wonder if something is wrong. Nah, maybe he just got held up talking to someone. Maybe I'll go look for him." With that decided, Prince Caspian walked the halls of his uncle's castle hoping to find his tutor. Instead he ran into Lord Sopaspian. "Great, just what I need right now, Hello, Lord Sopaspian." "Hello, Prince Caspian, what brings you out of your studies?" "Well, I was looking for my tutor, he didn't show in the library and I was wondering if you've seen him." Sopaspian shook his head, "No, the last time I saw him was yesterday. But I heard he had a talk with your uncle, Miraz in the stables." Caspian bowed slightly, "Thank you, Lord Sopaspian."
Prince Caspian turned and walked in the opposite direction, then he found himself in the throne room. With difficulty, he opened the heavy, wooden door and walked inside. The door closed itself; startled, Caspian turned around, dagger drawn; when he realized there was no one there to threaten him, he sighed and re-sheathed his dagger and slowly walked to the throne. He admired the silver filigree that graced the chair, on the arms there was a type of predatory bird, like a hawk or an eagle. He noticed the crown sitting on the table next to the throne, so he put the crown on and sat down, it was a little bit large, but he giggled and sat down on the throne with the crown nearly around his neck. He imagined that it was his coronation. Everyone was there, his family, friends, and everyone was pleging their swords, troops, and themselves to Caspian. He could hear the crowd say, "Long live the king! Long live the king!" He was smiling from ear to ear, when he heard footsteps approaching; he quickly took off the crown and placed it back onto the table.
He was still sitting on the throne when Miraz stepped in. "I hoped I would find you, nephew." "What do you want, Uncle Miraz? You seem upset." Miraz chuckled, "I am upset, but not with you. I just wanted to tell you that your tutor would be along shortly, he got held up with some business." Caspian nodded, "Thank you, no doubt with you and your goons, Miraz. One of these days this throne that I'm sitting on will be mine, and I can't wait."
Reluctantly, Caspian got off the throne and walked back to the library. "Ah, glad I could finally join you, Caspian. I'm sorry I got delayed, it wasn't in my schedule. Now, do you want to hear more stories of Narnian's Golden Age?" "Yes, please." Ever since Caspian had a tutor, he would hear of Narnia's Kings and Queens of Old, way before his time, but he loved the stories that surrounded the Queens; he had nicknames for all of them: Peter - The Not- So- Magnificent, Susan - The Beautiful, Edmund - The Not - So- Just, and Lucy - The Cute One. Especially the stories about Queen Susan, how she came here from another world, defeated the White Witch, with her siblings, and became queen of Narnia. He thought she was the most beautiful creature in the world.
Caspian awoke with a hand over his mouth, he opened his eyes and found his tutor standing over him. "Oh man, it was just a dream. A very realistic dream, but a dream. 5 more minutes." "I'm sorry, my prince, but you won't be watching the stars tonight. Pruniprisma has given birth to a son, and now you must flee." Andrew opened the door to his closet and opened the secret door behind it, "You must hurry, before they know you're gone!" Caspian followed his tutor and saddled Destrir, his horse, "Will I ever see you again?" Andrew smiled a weak smile, "I hope so, my beloved prince. There is so much more I meant to tell you." He handed Caspian something wrapped, "Everything you know and remember, is about to change. Do not use this, except at your greatest concern." Caspain did as he was told, knowing that the soldiers were following him; he raced to the woods and beyond.
Caspian looked back one last time, not knowing that there was a head-high branch, he looked back just in time to see it. He fell off of Destrir, and the horse bolted. Finally, Caspian pulled out his foot from the stirrup and laid on the ground. His head was spinning, and he felt extremely light-headed and dizzy. He looked up and noticed two small men coming out from this house-looking thing. He heard the first one say, "He's seen us." Caspian and the small man looked down to see Susan's horn. The second one came out and said, "I'll take care of him." Caspian couldn't reach his sword, but grabbed the horn instead. The last thing he rememberd was blowing the horn.