Note: This chapter takes place during the castle raid in Prince Caspian (Which is only in the movie). Camila is Caspian's younger sister.
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Four weeks ago my Aunt gave birth to a son. Four weeks ago, my older brother Caspian fled from the kingdom. He fled for a very good reason.
My Aunt now has six children. My Uncle, Miraz, insisted on having a son. He wanted a son so through his son, he could take the throne from my brother.
Three weeks ago, my Uncle questioned me about my brother's whereabouts. He raised his dagger up to my throat while he was questioning me, but General Glozelle stopped in, and persuaded Miraz not to harm me.
Every day since then, I have cried for my brother. I miss him a lot. He can be mean, annoying, stuck up, and a number of other things, but that doesn't mean he's not my brother.
I climbed out of my bed, and walked to my window. From here, I could see half of the kingdom. I stared at the stars. Sometimes my brother would let me come to his late night astronomy lessons with his professor. I enjoyed learning about the stars, and their stories.
I looked at the astronomy tower, across the courtyard. There was a light, blinking. The light blinked continuously.
"How curious," I mumbled to myself. I quickly put a red tunic over my nightshirt, and hastily threw on a pair of pants and boots. I grabbed my crossbow, and headed out of my room.
I didn't have to hide from the guards. I always wander about at night, and this night was only slightly different. This time I was wandering with a purpose. I walked quickly across the courtyard, and up towards the astronomy tower. As I was climbing the spiral staircase, I heard a clicking noise. It was very repetitive. I loaded my crossbow, and slowly crept up to the large wooden door. The door had a small knothole in it, which was great for spying. I looked through it, and saw a boy standing on the other side.
He looked younger than my brother, but older than me. Let me just verify my age. I am twelve years old, and my brother is sixteen. I slowly opened the door, but the boy had good reflexes. He turned to me with his sword in hand. He looked me over, and lowered his sword. I lowered my crossbow as well.
"Who are you?" he asked me. He sounded nervous, as if I was going to hurt him.
"My name is Camila, and you are…?"
"Edmund. Edmund Pevensie." He replied. I looked him over. He was wearing a navy undershirt with a tan set of armor on top. He was prepared for an informal battle. Edmund had shaggy black hair, but not as long as my brother's.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He put his sword in his hilt.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that. You might warn your people of what we're doing. We can't have that, now can we?"
"We? What do you mean by 'we'?" I asked him. He looked to the skies. I saw three flying creatures carrying people with their claws in the distance.
"Your friends, I assume?" I said. He turned to me again.
"Two of them are my siblings, the other is a friend." He responded.
The group landed on a walkway between towers. There was a pair of guards behind them. I quickly raised my crossbow, and shot at them. One of them fell to the ground, and the other one retreated to the nearest tower. The group below thought that I was shooting at them. From what I could see, there were two boys, and one girl. I turned to for Edmund. He should still be signaling them.
When I turned back, I saw the girl with her bow raised, and an arrow coming straight at me. I started to move, but by the time I did it had hit my right shoulder.
I had never before felt this much pain.
I had collapsed onto the floor. My right shoulder burned, ached, and hurt in any possible way it could have. I gripped the arrow that had been shot at me. I started to tug it out slowly, but that just made it hurt more.
"Camila!" Edmund exclaimed. I looked up to see his face. He helped me up, and finally he said,
"I can't do anything about that arrow without making it hurt really bad. I'm sorry."
"That's okay." I replied quietly.
"I have to find the others. Where would they be by now? I think Caspian would be—"
"Caspian? How do you know him?" I asked. Edmund stared at me.
"He called us with my sister's horn. We've started an army."
"Where is he now?" I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because he's…my brother." I stated. Edmund's mouth practically fell to the floor.
"You're his sister? How come you didn't tell me? He never mentioned you though." Edmund exclaimed.
The fact that he hadn't told anyone about me might have been for my own good, but right now it hurt me more than the arrow in my shoulder.