*A/N: -~- : Change of point of view*

"That is why we have come." I heard the centaurs just above me on the hill. I levitated up to the crest and landed just beside one of them.

"And just what is going on here?" I asked, looking around at all the faces. I saw a very nasty dwarf I had a run in with a while back, my good friend the badger and… a Talmarian. What was a soldier doing here? He stood up, under all of our gazes and held out a horn for us to see. It was High Queen Susan's horn.

"Princess, we have answered the call of the queen's horn."

"How did you get that?" I asked wearily.

He looked at me, strangely at first. After all I am still human, just with magical powers. On the outside I look like a Talmarian.

"My professor said he spent years looking for it, and found it here." He said with an accent not so far gone from mine.

"Oh." It came out as a mumble. I was still puzzled. Who was his professor?

"Then let us wait for the rest to arrive." The centaur's leader said. I nodded.

Everyone calmed down. The tension receded. I walked over to the badger, who had been injured in the leg. I could see him limping.

"Oh, badger what did you to yourself now?" I asked him.

He was lying down on the grass, looking up at me with tired eyes. "Well, unfortunately I got nailed by one of those Talmarians." He sighed.

I kneeled down; my white dress flowed around me, resting softly on the grass. I gently took off my hood, letting it fall onto my back. My hand rested on the spot where he was bleeding a bit. He winced and grunted as my hand pulsed. The magic healed him in no time. As we both stood back up and I brushed off my dress the Talmarian finally asked me something I was expecting.

"Are you a Talmarian?" He asked, gazing at me the same way every soldier did.

I smiled, "Well yes, technically I am… do you happen to remember a General Arianne?" I asked, locking eyes with him. I think the light bulb went off in both our heads. It was the prince, the prince I had played with when I was only five years old. Caspian. I remembered. I remembered those long brown locks of hair and chocolate brown eyes.

His eyes lit up, "Serena?"

I nodded, "Yes. It's me."

"But how did—why—where…?"

"When my father died everyone found out my mother and I were witches. They chased us here. They would not go any further, so we lived here, and eventually during the war, the Narnians named my mother queen, and I their princess. They thought Narnia needed new rulers, even if it was just temporary."

He was still in shock. "But where is…?"

"My mother passed a few months ago." I said, I felt my smile fading.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"That's alright. She lived a happy life."

"Good woman," badger nodded.

I smiled, "thank you badger."

He nodded, "Your highness."

"Wait a second now!" The dwarf's voice came from behind me. I turned around and looked down at him. "How do you two know each other?"

The prince explained, "Her father was a general in my army. When we were little she and the rest of the all the generals' children played with me."

"And then I came here when my father died."

Everyone looked perplexed at us. I took a second to look at how much he had grown. He was so tall… and muscular… and tan. Seeing him now was just… strange. He was looking at me the same way I was looking at him.

Caspian stared hard at the girl he once played with. It was strange seeing her now. How old was she? Nineteen, just like him? Yes, probably. And how had she been named princess of this land?

She had the same long, dark blonde, wavy, soft-looking hair he remembered. It was such a golden shade of blonde it almost glowed. The dark emerald green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, yes he remembered. And, the glowing tan skin. He remembered it all. She was still petite, but she made up for her height in her form. The white dress she was wearing hugged her every curve—of which she had many.

The dress in itself was stunning. It was pure white. There wasn't even dirt on the bottom from where she had walked. The bodice was corseted and had lace at the top, which didn't do much to hide a bit of cleavage. The whole skirt and hood had silver threaded into it, making it shimmer in the sunlight. The sleeves were tight on her upper arms, billowing out at the elbow.

As she sat down, like the rest of the group, to wait for others to arrive he went over to sit next to her. He was eager to hear what life had been like here.

"So, you left during the middle of the great war?" He more of stated the question.

She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes with a sadness that could only be the prelude to some terrible memories. It must have been hard. But she still had that softness; that kindness. He'd witnessed it when she healed the badger. It seemed like she radiated warmth and happiness.

And her accent was even apparent to him. It was a strong Talmarian accent.

"Yes. It was hard at first. The Narnians did not want to accept us. But eventually they realized we were on their side, my mother and I. We led most of the attacks. That's why they named us Queen and princess for now. I was only nine years old then. And then we went into hiding, along with the rest the creatures."

He never even realized how tough it had been for them to run away and abandon the only homes these creatures ever had. This was their land and then his people came in and destroyed them all. Their homes, their families, their happy lives.

"Oh. I am so sorry, for the way you had to leave the kingdom." It was all he could think to say.

She nodded, looking down at the grass swaying in the wind. "It's quite alright. I like it here better anyway. It's quite the experience, being named a princess… So what are you doing here, with Queen Susan's horn?"

"Queen Susan? From the stories?" His face contorted.

"It's better that we explain that later." She suggested.

"Oh… well you see I am here to hide also… from my uncle."

Her eyes immediately snapped up to his. She knew what would happen to him if his uncle bore a son. Her mother had told her.

"He has a son now… his guards showed up in my room at midnight the night his son was born and shot arrows at my bed."

"My mother warned me you would be here to hide someday… she had a vision… but none of us believed her." She looked down at badger and the dwarf and the centaurs.

There were a few moments of silence before Caspian tried to lighten the mood between them.

"You're… a witch? So that is why you always beat the royal children in games."

She laughed a laugh that was intoxicating. You just had to laugh with her. "Yes, yes I admit I knew a bit of magic back then… I know even more now." She smiled. But she didn't just smile with her mouth; she smiled with her eyes, which made her look even more enchanting. But then again she was enchanted.

Her hand went out, facing down towards the grass between them. She leaned against the tree behind her as he watched intently at the ground below her palm. Flowers started to grow. White daises. His eyes blinked in disbelief. His uncle had always told him magic was clown's work and not at all real. It was hard for him to believe.

She smiled up at him. All he could do was smile back.