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-Writer behind Caspian's voice.

PRINCE CASPIAN AND THE LOST PRINCESS

Chapter 1

[Rapunzel's POV:]

As I got older with each and every single passing year, more and more I wondered what was so terrible about the outside world that Mother would forever fight to keep me safeguarded against. Every year my curiosity grew, and despite the dangers she'd lectured me about from very early on in life, I began to grow restless more and more when she got to come and go as she pleased and I was left alone…sometimes for weeks and weeks on end.

I wondered as my brush took to the parchment set up on an easel before me, if the sun I painted in the portrait before me felt hotter on the bare skin when you stood down on the grass. I knew exactly how to paint it, ray for ray I'd studied the way it shone down and reflected off each blade of grass from the perch on my windowsill. I knew the way it reflected off the water stream that veered off to the left of my home: the tower. I knew the way it looked reflecting in the black eyes of the birds that flew on past my window…yet most times I could only reach out and let it bathe my arms in its hues if I so wished it to. There were a couple hours on brilliantly sunny days where my entire window would be bathed in the sun's reflective waves. Sometimes I sat there and let myself go all but blind in the direct rays…and desperately I'd close my eyes and try to envision how it would feel to be stepping lively upon the beds of grass down below but to no avail. Would the sun be hotter there? Would it look different leagues below me as opposed to how I saw it from my high up vantage point? I wondered if I'd paint it differently…if I could just go outside?

Outside.

My paintbrush with brilliant yellow dunked into its silky fibres hesitated on the parchment, and with a sigh I lowered my brush and took a deep, long breath before looking slowly all around me. I'd read all my books, [sometimes more than ten times over if I really liked them] I'd painted up every stitch of space in this tower, I'd sewn every bright and cheery curtain and every inch of the clothing for myself that now snugly fit against my own body. I'd kept myself so busy throughout the years studying and painting the stars…and those mysteriously lights I saw in my dreams always around the time of my birthday, I'd painted those numerous times too – but I always hid those paintings from Mother because I instinctively knew they'd upset her.

I was…really at my wits end. Every time I tried to bring up the outside world and how I yearned to discover it with her, she'd present a heated debate about how it wasn't safe, that there were those that would try to cut my hair off like they'd tried to do when I was a baby, that people would do unspeakable things to me because of what I could do…that it just wasn't safe for me, and the only place that WAS safe, was in this tower locked away with her for eternity and all time.

I'd often passively asked her about the characters in the books I read; the oftimes chivalrous men that were depicted there, I was especially curious about them because obviously, I'd never seen a man before with my own two eyes. She often warned me that men were nothing more than vicious animals, that they were monsters NEVER to be trusted. Books were fanciful, she'd say, they weren't true – men were beasts, and I should never trust what a silly book had to say about any of them. She was so earnest about when she spoke of men, I knew she could only be telling the truth. Besides, what reason did she have to lie to me…she was my Mother and I knew she loved me and was only doing what she thought was best for me.

But I knew soon her love wouldn't be enough to keep me here. I was now eighteen, or I would become the eve of tomorrow night…and suddenly I knew I couldn't keep the visions in my dreams from her forever. And now I was beginning to think…what if she knew about my dreams? What if she knew how important it was to me to find the place where the lights were? Maybe…then just maybe, she'd take me on those journeys with her to the outside world. What did I have to lose in asking her?

Everything…apparently.

She burst into the room just then with a zealous air and smiled widely at me…could it be she actually remembered my birthday this year?

"Rapunzel I'm leaving."

The words were out of her mouth before I had time to set my hopes too high…but as to my courage to ask her to go outside, well it hadn't completely vanished yet – I knew I needed to jump on it before I lost all my bravery and stayed silent about my desires as I always did.

"Mother…I'm sure you know what day it is tomorrow." I broached with a forced merry chuckle as I slowly put down my paintbrush and started to absently rub away at the dyed paints that now stained my fingertips.

She seemed annoyed I'd interrupted her and I noticed she already had on her black, mahogany-lined cloak that she always adorned when going on a long trip. She rolled her eyes and answered tersely, "Well I'm SURE it will be just like the day after that, and then that…and then that, Rapunzel."

"I…" I tried to interject but she cut me off in exasperation,

"Really Dear, I'm a busy woman and I have got to get going – you know I hate when you mumble and natter on and on and on!"

She stared at me blankly then and suddenly I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about all this, however despite my foreboding, I stood and with wavering words, continued on, "No Mother, actually tomorrow is my birthday – ta daaaaaa!" I tried to end on a light note, but when all she did was wait for me to go on without a word, I sighed and walked a little closer to her, "I know I probably don't deserve much…"

She chortled at that, and I flinched outwardly but continued on nevertheless, "You go through a lot…to keep me safe and sound…and I know that. But more than anything Mother, for my birthday this year…I just…"

Fire flicked in her eyes as she bit out her words, "Out with it Rapunzel!"

I all but stamped my foot as I then got it all out in one full rush, "I want to go see the lights! Every year around my birthday I have these dreams…well, they ARE dreams but I KNOW they're real. Dreams of lights that rise in the sky for my birthday and I just KNOW they are for me, for my birthday each and every year…and I need to go find them Mother. I need to go outside!"

I waited expectantly and eyed her features with barely contained excitement. Finally I got it out there, I told her my deepest desires and secrets…she couldn't forbid me this now, could she?

She seemed frozen for a couple moments, eying me warily before she let out a little laugh and waved a dismissive hand at me, "Rapunzel don't be ridiculous…you know how dangerous it is out there for you!"

Then she turned on her heel and started to walk away from me, forcing me to follow behind her as I protested, "But Mother, you can't expect me to stay here forever!"

"I can Dear…especially when staying here means you will be kept safe and sound, away from the world that would do you harm."

"But Mother, that's not fair! I-" Suddenly she spun around to face me again, and I hadn't realized how enraged my words had made her until I felt the full force of her back-hand against my cheek. Spiraling backwards, I hit the floor in a violent heap of limbs and golden hair, my world spun as I instinctively went to cradle my throbbing face in complete shock. Absently I scraped my tongue against the inside of my cheek and tasted blood from where my teeth had dug into my flesh there.

Then her murderous, bloodless face was set close before my spinning, tearing eyes, and her screaming came to me as if from another planet…it echoed all funny in my ears, but I heard it all the same, "I FORBID IT RAPUNZEL! YOU HEAR ME? FORBID IT! YOU ARE NEVER…EVER…LEAVING THIS TOWER! EVER!"

I cried out when I felt her hands grip my shoulders and she gave me a violent, bruising shake, "NOW TELL ME WHEN I RETURN, THERE WILL BE NO TALK OF THESE SILLY LIGHTS AND GOING OUTSIDE…" When I hesitated she shook me again until finally I managed to get out between wracking sobs for air, "I…I promise Mother. I promise!"

She glared at me and I flinched, waiting for the next blow…but it didn't come. Curtly she nodded and stood back to her full height, leaving me there on the floor by myself. I looked at her as she dusted her cloak off and fixed her hair. She gave me one last look full of wrath and agony at the same time, "Now see what you've made me do Pet?"

A stab of guilt tore through me, even if I was the one with blood dripping from the corner of my mouth as she walked away, calling behind her in a sing-song voice as if nothing had happened at all, "I will be back in a fortnight…now hurry, I need you to let me out. Hurry hurry! Mother has a very strict schedule she needs to uphold!"

She'd never hit me before. That's how much my talk of the lights and leaving caused anger in her. I could only blame myself and for the first couple days after I celebrated my birthday alone in my tower, I felt terribly for what I'd made her do to me. But as the days wore thinly onward…I could only feel resentment rising up in me, no matter how much I tried to distract myself from what she'd irreversibly done. However these last few days after she'd left had been strange ones indeed, to me the forest just…felt different. I wasn't sure what it was or how to even describe it, but every day of my life I'd woken and stared out my window at some point in the day, and everyday I got the same feeling from the meadows and the woods around me – but since my Mother left, things felt…well different: off…somehow. And yesterday just before complete darkness had taken over the land, I swore I'd heard what sounded like a horn reverberating through the land, but by the time I'd raced to my window, the sound had disappeared completely and no other such noise had followed in its wake, which made me later think I'd imagined the noise altogether.

I was about to come to the conclusion for my own peace of mind that the forest seemed different just because I'd had a very trying last couple days where I'd spent the majority of my time completely torn and sobbing on my bed in my room, when a strange noise came from just beyond my tower window. I stiffened and all hazy thoughts came to a stand still as my head all but jerked to where my window lay wide open to let in the afternoon sun, and still as a statue I listened intently for the noise I couldn't describe once again.

It took a moment or two, but there! There it was again! A strange rustling…or was that a whisper? A murmur of sorts?...

I got up slowly and with unhurried steps, made my way to the tower window that stood open to allow the brilliant sunshine of midday to filter in and warm the icy cool stones that made up my tall home. Was it Mother returned home early from her trip to the outside world? But no…she'd only just left a short time ago, and she'd said she wouldn't be back for a good long while.

So it couldn't be Mother, besides she never made such noises when she came back home, the only thing that ever alerted me to her presence was her voice calling out to me.

But then…what was it?

Hesitantly I leaned out the window and intently scanned the grassy meadowlands below me. My vantage point was a grand one, being so high up and all, and yet I saw nothing out of the ordinary. If anything now it just seemed…eerily quiet, as if all the birds had at once stopped chirping and the wind had even stopped whispering through the trees, telling me their stories like they sometimes liked to do.

Everything was just…too quiet.

But then suddenly a bird alighted swiftly on my windowpane, causing me to jump slightly before I shook off my nerves and laughed aloud at myself. The sound of my laughter created a melodic tune to fill the quietude around me and I shook my head at the tiny bird that looked at me very curiously now, "Little Songstress, was it you whispering words of nothingness into my ear just now?" I spoke to the tiny wren playfully, and at once it gave an indignant shrill cry before jumping off the pane and soaring ever higher and further off and away into the afternoon skies.

I jumped after it and landed unceremoniously seated right upon my windowpane, half out the window, half still inside as I reached a hand out to the wren – though I knew I had no hope in catching it. I felt my long, golden tresses that trailed on the carpeted floors within the tower catching and tugging on various objects that'd been in my path from the easel to the window, but I paid the slight tugging sensations on my scalp no mind as I watched the bird take to urgent flight, "Wait! Wait!-" I cried out after it, but when it insisted on creating further distance between us, I could only watch it leave. Yearning shone in my emerald green eyes as I sighed outwardly and leaned heavily against the side of the windowpane, I found myself whispering forlornly to the retreating bird that was now nothing more than a black dot against the azure blue skies backdrop, "Why…why can I not fly out and join you?"

[Caspian's POV:]

I opened my eyes like a flash once I felt something be placed over my mouth. Upon noticing it was only the professor's hand my breathing had calmed and my body moved from under his large fingers turning to take to rest once more.

"Five more minutes" I groaned before pulling the blankets over my shoulder.

"Won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince" His voice He hadn't sounded like the calm old man that I had come to know so well. These words caused me to turn to look at him.

"Come, we must hurry" the covers were thrown from my form and I was taken from my bed to my closet in a matter of seconds as the professor carelessly grabbed clothes from it throwing them in my direction. My heart had begun to beat more and more with a steady fear that was rising within me as my eyes ran over his frantic form cloaked in a motion of darkness. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. "Professor what's going on?" I finally made my lips to say dressing myself swiftly.

"Your aunt has given birth to a son" He turned to me before grabbing onto my arm.

"Come…"

We had rushed through the great halls. Catching sight of the paintings upon the long walls, I took in a final glimpse of the old kings. There on the last portrait, my father one of the greatest kings to rule, I believed sat there in all its greatness forever to be remembered by his people whom had missed the king as much as I had. As the remembrance of his death cast upon my thoughts, some type of emptiness rested within my being, helplessness, causing me to realize that I would never see him again, neither my dear mother, nor possibly the place in which I had grown up as a boy, my home that I was being forced to leave as if I had been some tyrant.

"You must make for the woods" said the professor helping me with the last of my armor as we both walked quickly towards the barn where the horses were held, the dirt path just beginning.

"The woods?" my cautiously spoken words recalling the stories he used to tell me about the green lands beyond.

"They won't follow you there" He said reassuringly. We both had stopped just before the path, and there was a silence before I had conjured up words.

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked softly. The professor with a bit of faith in his eyes just beyond the small circled glasses that sat just at the bridge of his nose grinned ever so easy.

"I dearly hope so, my prince, there is much more I mean to tell you" I looked to his eyes, studying them, searching for what exactly he could have meant.

"Everything you know is about to change…, now go"

Once I had readied my horse the celebration beyond the Barn had begun. Now it was known to the whole kingdom of the birth of my aunt's son, the very son that was meant to take my place on the thrown. I took to my steed and with the rains to his back and a kick at his side we were off heading for the gate.

"Close the drawbridge!"

Turning to see that a guard above had spotted my attempt at escape the large steal was descending on command. Holding on to the rains tightly as the speed of my horse heightened I went past a guard calling out to me to stop. Once from under the gate the sound of the riders could be heard. I threw a look over my shoulder only to find that they were not far behind me. Determination set in me then, and making it to the forest was now my only hope of survival. For all my heartbreak nothing had mattered to me now but how scared I had been and how much I wished to escape, everything seeming so real. I wanted to see the professor again, see my father's kingdom. There were too many memories there that couldn't be lost, that I wouldn't allow to be forgotten. Somehow I would return, if not to reclaim my thrown one day then at least to see the Professor. Just once more. Since the death of my father he had been my only real confidant, I would miss him greatly.

As I approached the Forrest I could hear the solders, and turning to see them from behind, their horses were being pulled back to a halt as my own sped on into the woods ahead from the river. The professor in all his wisdom had been right. They did not follow, and I did not stop until I had ventured so deeply within the forbidden realm that soon my own horse threw me from its back and I was completely alone. Taking to my feet in a struggle I looked around as the mist took me and cast a veil of doubt over my eyes. I was certain that I would die here, I had become dizzy suddenly and my head grew heavy. Soon the sensation of blindness over powered my ability to see and with one more breath I had surrendered myself to blackness.

"I'll just get him some soup, he should be coming around soon"

The sounds of unfamiliar voices had rose and as my eyes opened, slowly by my degree I had awoken to bondage. My hands and legs were both set it firm ties of braided rope as the voices around me seemed to continue with conversation.

"I don't think I hit him hard enough" once those words were said a sudden rush of pain had came over me. My head was in all kinds of ace and I allowed from my lips a careless moan wishing that I could place a finger on my crown in attempt to possibly end my pain.

"Nikabrik, he's just a boy" the first voice I had heard called out.

"He's a talmarine, not some lost puppy, you said you were gonna get rid of him" I swallowed hard, a fear taking hold hearing the other voice.

"No, I said I'd take care of him, we can't kill him now I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest-"

This was mad, I had to escape somehow. I looked around for something, anything that could free me. That's when the claw caught my attention right above where I had been laying. I went to raise my hands praying that the point was sharp enough to cut through. A breath of relief escaped my body once I saw that the rope was separating which only made me work promptly.

"How do you think his friends are treating there guest?"

"Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It's not the boy's fault"

Suddenly the voices had stopped and I took to the laying space swiftly closing my eyes in hopes that they hadn't noticed me. The ground had given off the stomp of rather large feet and the same fear rose within me for the second time when they grew louder. They were coming towards me. I wanted to breathe but I couldn't. Opening my eyes partially I saw it, a creature holding a bowel over my head.

"Stop stop, hold it, no no please!" I shouted sitting up so quickly that the bowel had been knocked to the ground with my efforts.

"I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance"

"You know why we can't"

"We can't let him go he's seen us"

"That's enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?"

As the two argued I made myself busy with freeing my feet from the rope that was hidden under the sheet that had covered me.

"And you…" I froze as the creature pointed a small claw in my direction.

"Look what you made me do I spent half the morning on that soup" My eyes trailed to the floor seeing the contents.

"Soup?" I thought silently taken back after thinking it had been something concocted to burn off my face with. Taking my eyes back towards the creature standing there I placed a hand on my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming

"What are you?" I had questioned momentarily.

"You know, it's funny that you'd ask that, you think people would know a badger when they saw one"

"No. No I mean… your Narnians" I made a point to look between the two of them.

"You're supposed to be extinct-" I hadn't meant for it to come out as harshly as it had sounded at first, but it had been the only truth that I had known. Upon my Uncles place on the thrown the magical lands of Narnia were forbidden to be spoken of in the halls of the Castle. It had only been by the Professors teaching that I had come to know of the creatures within the deep forest. They were only supposed to be in fairytales, but now I could see with my very own eyes that everything he had told me of these talking beasts had been just as real as I.

"Sorry to disappoint you" The one that had been called Nikabrik by the badger stated with a fold of his arms.

Once I was handed a bowel I sat up more to retain a good grip.

"There you are still hot…" It had seemed that the Badger had made a second serving for me.

Nikabrik (whom I now realized was a dwarf of some sort) looked over at me in a huff. "Since when did we open a boarding house for Talmarine soldiers?"

My eyes detached from the bowel before even allowing my hunger pains that were surfacing a taste. "I am not a soldier. I am Prince Caspian the tenth" I corrected immediately.

"What are you doing here?" asked the Badger, cleaning up the first helping of food that had knocked to the floor.

"Running away" I looked past the steaming bowel to the sheets across me, an anger starting to rise. "My uncle has always wanted my thrown"

"Means we don't have to kill you ourselves…"

"Your right…" Placing the bowel aside I stood and grabbed the rest of my things which I had noticed in the corner of the hut sometime before the Dwarfs words hit me with a sting.

"Where are you going?" I wasn't sure who asked this, but still I answered without looking back. "My uncle won't stop until I'm dead…" and with that I had left my saviors behind.

The area beyond the hut in which I had been placed by the talking animal and his companion was unknown to me and with no horse I would have to travel on foot. However, I had debated with my own judgment whether staying and waiting for a death to arrive was much worse than meeting it with a fight. I did not know where my feet would take me, but ever still did I press on. I was certain that my uncle would place such a fear in the minds of the soldiers when they told him of their failure to enter the forest after me, that by this time they would be approaching again with their swords ready to cut me through and stain there blades with my blood.