This is going to be one of my neglected stories, I can tell, and I'm sorry ahead of time. I shouldn't have started a new story, but I just had to get this idea out of my head. This is set to the movie of Prince Caspian, not the book. I didn't know any of the children's ages, so I just guessed. Um, what else... Oh, yeah. The POV changes in this chapter. Mostly it's Care's POV, and if it doesn't say anything about that, it usually is her POV. If it says otherwise, then it's not her POV. I think that's about it... if you have any questions, submit them in a review, and I'll try to clear things up in the next chapter. Enjoy!
Dysclaimer: I don't own the movie Prince Caspian... wish I did, though.

I ran through the street, not bothering to see if any cars were coming. I was late, and I was supposed to be catching the train with the Pevensie children. Heading towards the stairs, I saw a crowd. As I was pushing through it, the children started leaving, and I saw the outcome of a fight. Peter had been beaten up, and by the looks of it, Edmund had tried to help him. I stayed back, sensing that the children needed a moment... a family moment. I hadn't had a family moment since I was little... right away I had been put into boarding school. Originally, I'm from America, but my parents wanted a better education for me, so they sent me to England, where I met the Pevensies. They had graciously accepted me into their circle, with some persuation from Lucy. At fourteen, I fall between the gap in ages between Susan, 16, and Edmund, 13. Peter is turning 18 in a couple months, and Lucy is turning 12 in two weeks, which is one of the reasons why I was invited to come with them. My own birthday is in two and a half months, a short time before Peter turns 18. Out of all of the Pevensie children, Lucy is my best companion, as Susan is years older, and Edmund will have nothing to do with me. I am, after all, a girl.

I should probably tell you my name now, shouldn't I? It's Karesinda, since my parents had both studied the language of Esperanto. They are world travelers, so one would guess that they should know Esperanto, and thus decided to name me an Esperantan name, as result of their travels. But, the Pevensie children just call me Care.

A train rushed past, blowing papers and hats around. Suddenly, the train appeared to move so fast that the wall around the tunnel started to give way and cave in. "Lucy?" I called. She didn't seem to hear me. "Lucy!" I called again, and started to run toward her. Maybe it was my eyes, but I could have sworn that the Pevensies were flickering in and out of focus. They were holding hands and staring at the train as it flew past. I grabbed Lucy's hand, and she looked at me, then looked back at the train. When I looked, expecting to see the train, I saw a beach in the summertime. I was awestruck by the beauty of this place. I no longer saw the train, and slowly, the noise of the it faded away, only to be replaced by a scornful voice saying, "What is she doing here?"

Messenger's POV

Aslan's messenger watched as the girl who was not a queen ran over and grabbed the hand of the youngest. She then started to flicker along with the kings and queens. "No!" the messenger shouted, and tried to reach out and grab the girl away before she would be sent to Narnia.

The messenger reached out, but grabbed only air instead. The girl would have been sent. The messenger could only hope that she would survive. As for it's purpose, now it had to report back to Aslan that the horn had done it's work, and brought the kings and queens to Narnia. It decided to tell Aslan about the girl, as it seemed only fitting. It had no idea what he would do when he heard the news.

Care's POV

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I brought Care," Lucy said. "She's my guest. And besides, it's not her fault that she grabbed my hand at the last moment." They all looked at me.

"I was worried," I mumbled. "I saw you guys and I thought that something bad might happen."

"See? She cares about us. I wish you would do the same." Lucy said.

"Well, I suppose I could forgive her... after all, she did nothing wrong." Susan said. Then she turned, addressing me, "Care, I forgive you."

"Thanks."

"Come on boys, don't you forgive Care?" Susan asked.

"Yes, I think you're right Susan, she did nothing wrong. I forgive you, Care."

"Thanks, Edmund."

Peter gave me a look of disdain, and hesitated long enough that I thought he would never forgive me. But then his look turned into a smile, and he said, "I can't be mad at someone who was just concrened for us."

"Thanks, Peter. Now, where are we?" I asked.

"Later," Lucy said, "We'll explain later. For now... just have fun." And we did. It felt good to run in the sand, and turn cartwheels just because I felt like it. Soon we were in the middle of a water fight, splashing each other because we could. After a while, Peter called it quits, and we started walking more inland, the others telling me about this place called Narnia. This is a place where magic happens, there's no electricity, and animals talk. This is where, apparently, the four children are kings and queens. It was a lot to digest. Quickly, though, we reached a patch of ruins. As the others ran about, exploring, I hung back, feeling as though I didn't belong.

"Who do you think lived here?" I heard Lucy ask.

Then Susan's answer: "I think we did." I looked up to see Lucy pulling the others toward the high platform with four small squares on it, which was right in front of me. A look passed over their faces, and I could see it. I could see how these children were kings and queens. When Peter headed backwards to a rock, I followed the others behind him. He and Edmund pushed back the rock to reveal a door which they promptly opened and went into, down the stairs. At the bottom was a room with four chests and statues behind them. The children went to each of the chests and opened them. They began to pull out clothes. Lucy looked back at me and gestured for me to come over.

"You can wear some of Susan's clothes... I'm sure that they'll fit you." At fourteen, I had already passed Susan in height and was as tall as Edmund. "We might have to let the hem down a bit." She said. After everyone had made their clothing choices and gone to change, I dug into Susan's chest. I reached around, trying to find something I liked. I dug deeper, deeper than the chest should have been. It was as if it had no bottom. I felt my hand brush against something soft, and I pulled it out. It was a blue dress with an off-white under-dress. I went to put it on.

Sorry if it stops kind of abruptly. It was getting a little long.