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Summary: Oh Corin!

A/N: This is part of my A Light in the Darkness universe and there are spoilers for the end of A Light in the Darkness: Rekindled, but you can read this as a standalone if you so choose. Enjoy.

Oh Corin!

Part One

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"Oh Corin!"

As soon as we heard the faint dismayed cry, Alambiel glanced at me then she turned and walked back the way we'd just come. I wasn't certain if I should be grateful or not. "Sepphora, where are you going?"

She walked backward, facing me as she gestured in the general direction behind her, "I have other things to do that are in the opposite direction."

"Things?"

"Oh yes, lots and lots of things. In fact, I'm going to be busy for the rest of the week." She looked past me then grinned, "Hey Kentauri…incoming."

Someone small collided with my forelegs and I looked down, suppressing a groan as the young colt wrapped himself more securely around my right foreleg then beamed up at me. Not again. I heard Alambiel snicker, but I didn't dare take my eyes off the pint-sized pest wrapped around my leg even long enough to glare at her. "Prince Corin."

The fair-haired colt smiled even wider, "General Oreius! Do you know King Edmund has his birthday soon? I'm almost as big as him too! Are you giving him a present? Everyone's s'posed to give a present. Can I box you? I'm the bestest at boxing! Thane and Shane is here too! But they can't play yet. Them and me are gonna go 'sploring! How come you move your eyebrows down like that? They look angry. Oh can you teach me to move my eyebrows like that? Then I can have angry eyebrows when I box!"

I heard Alambiel giggle and I sighed. I do not have angry eyebrows. Leaning down, I carefully pried the colt off my leg then tucked him under my arm. He was still chattering. I twisted and gave Alambiel a warning glare, but she just smiled before finally retreating. I knew that the next note I received from her would reference this moment. I sighed again as I tucked the colt more securely under my arm (and he was still chattering) and carried him in the direction he had escaped from earlier.

Rounding the corner, I paused mid-step as I took in the spectacle that was Ardon and several other officers attempting to free themselves from what appeared to be all the tapestries in this section of the Cair. Considering the age of some of the tapestries, it was a delicate task. How did a colt as small as the Prince Corin manage such a feat? The Four and King Lune were also watching as other soldiers attempted to help the trapped officers. King Edmund frowned at the tangle of tapestries, "Is he under there too?"

Prince Corin's continuous chatter suddenly grew louder, "King Edmund! King Edmund! Look it's the General!"

The Four and King Lune turned to look at us as I continued walking toward them. The Kings (including Prince Corin's father) chuckled and Queen Lucy giggled while Queen Susan sighed, "Oh Corin!"

I stopped in front of King Lune and set the colt down in front of him, "Your son, King Lune." I looked down at the colt and sternly ordered, "Stay out of trouble." Then I joined the effort to carefully free the officers trapped in the tapestries. Surely even a colt as pesky as the young Prince Corin could not cause too much trouble…

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A/N: Please Read and Review! Okay, so this is the prequel to Of Centaurs and Spears, wherein Corin (and later Thane and Shane) cause Oreius grief. Ideas, suggestions, or requests for some of Corin's antics? Leave a review or send me a PM. Let me know what y'all thought about this one.