"Aw, guys, come on. Not a wardrobe!" "Aye, stay there." "Ugh." Ben mumbles under his breath walking backwards towards the back of the wardrobe, though it seemed to never end. "What the?" he fell into darkness, slowly turning around he saw what most people would have called impossible. Trees, it was the middle of Autumn, as it was in London. ...But this wasn't London, this was a wardrobe. He was in a wardrobe. Suddenly an arrow caught his shirt and bound it to the side of a tree. Ben's head whipped around to see a girl in a blue dress with a little silver tiara on her head. "Whom, may i ask, are you?" "B-B-Benjamin.." Feeling the need to recite his whole name to her, "And where do you come from?" "London. Um, well, the wardrobe, but um.", Her eyes seemed to widen and she took her arrow out of the tree, setting him free. "Wardrobe...London. It seems i reconize that from a fairytale. Yes, one about a girl with two brothers and a sister, they came here and defeated the White Witch.. Do you know that story?" she looked up at him with her kind blue eyes, Ben nodded. "Narnia." "Yes, you're in Narnia. But have you heard the story?" Ben's eyes widened, "Wait, what? I'm in Narnia?" "Of course you are, from the lampost all the way to Cair Paravel, every stick and stone you see, Its all Narnia." Ben swore he was in a dream of some sort. There was a gentle noise of padding feet, "Ah, Benjamin. Finally found your way here, friend." Ben jumped at the sight of the great lion, chills running down his spine. "A-Aslan.." the lion seemed to bow his head and looked toward the girl, "Shouldn't you be in bed, Dear one?" the girl looked away from Aslan, "I was... but i saw you walking and i wasn't tired anyway..and..and.." "Shh, dear one. It was best that you followed me. For i have led you to Benjamin, An ancestor of King Caspian the tenth." His head turned to Ben, "And You have met the future Queen of Narnia, Princess Callie the Healer." Callie looked towards Ben and blushed, looking down slightly. "I am sorry i tore your shirt, we must get you a new one.." Ben looked at his shirt, "Its...Its okay." he said finally, looking at her and smiling. Aslan's voice broke the gaze between them, "I'm afraid the Princess cannot go back. For they have attacked, and they plan to again. You must stop them. The prophecy says something one must not argue with."
He who shall come,
Son of Adam, Daughter of Eve
Shall steal the throne,
Until one must leave..
They both ignored the ending. Callie's eyes swelling up with tears, Ben lifted his hand and placed it on her shoulder. She looked at him to find comfort in his eyes. The tears never fell. "You both must go, I will alarm whoever i can find. I shall build an army. But you must lead them. Good luck." And then he was gone. "Oh, Mist. Won't you take us to the Stone Table?" The horse nodded, "And i shall protect you like you were my foal." Ben swallowed hard, it was cold and his throat hurt, he looked back into the wardrobe. Coats.
"A-Aren't you cold, Princess?" Callie looked at him, only now feeling the chill of the Autumn air. "Now you mention it... Why, yes, I suppose i am.." He held a coat from the wardrobe and put it round her shoulders, putting his own on, he watched as she mounted the horse and looked at him. "I don't suppose you know how to ride a horse?" he laughed and she smiled, Was this the love Caspian felt with Lilliandil?
