AN/ this is going to be post Dawn Treader. Caspian is at home, and is confronted by a mysterious horror as people (mostly children) are stolen by the forest itself. No one can explain this, and everyone has once again become frighten of the woods; narnian's and humans alike. But there is hope; st Christopher can lead Caspian to the truth.
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, or Caspian or anything like that. I do own the plot and i'll bite you if you steal it.
The doors hit the walls with a bone shattering crash as woman pushed them open. Rain water mixed with tears as she scrambled towards the long wooden table. Her peasant clothing cling to her form, her breathing labored as if she had run the length of the world. "Please," the voice that slipped between her lips was horse, and strained. "Please help."
Alarmed at the sudden appearance of this woman in their planning room, the counsel of King Caspian all stood abruptly. Caspian himself stood slowly, bowing his head to the distressed lady, silently queuing her to speak. Though his stature indicated a calm collected king, the flash of his eyes showed fear; he had an inkling of what might have upset her so.
"My daughter, my poor child! She was taken; taken by the forest!" the mother's voice cracked and she dissolved into horrible shaking sobs. A guard made his way to her and helped her up. The council men erupted in anger at her words.
"This must stop! Too many have been lost" A bearded man bellowed.
"It must be the doing of Narnians!" another added.
"Preposterous, Narnians have lost our own to this horror," a fawn scoff.
Voices were lost in the tangle as the Counsel got louder and louder. The slamming of a hoofed foot echoed throughout the chamber and the bickering ended as abruptly as it had begun. All sat and turned their attention to the centaur that took his spot next to Caspian. "There is much evil dwelling in the forest. My people have been watching the stars; Orion the hunter is in an uproar," The half horse-half man looked around at his comrades. "Something must be done. We much venture into the darken forest."
"Ha! No man enters the forest and returns in one piece."
"Not even the trees have life in the dark parts," a grizzly bear interjected. "It would be stupidity, pure stupidity to cross the threshold to search for an answer."
"But something must be done," Caspian argued, agreeing with his centaur friend.
The arguing started up again, the council men could not agree on a course of action, if any at all. This time, the ruckus was interrupted by a small cough. Caspian looked down the table to see a cat; small in stature with tinged blue-gray fur. The brown markings around his green eyes gave the presence of horned rimed spectacles. The rest of the council followed their king's lead and watched the feline make his way down the sleek wood. "Yes little one?" Caspian titled his head as the young animal came to sit in front of him.
"I know of a guide that could take you into the forest," his voice was soft and quiet but carried through the room. "St Christopher."
"You mean Santa Clause?" a man said incredulously.
"Christopher, not Nicolas," the grizzly bear corrected and the man that spoke muttered his apologise and sat back.
The cat watched the exchange and when they had fallen silent, continued. "St Christopher can lead you safely into the woods. The St knows the woods better than any man in Narnia," he urged.
Caspian raised his brows: "Will you take me to this St?" the feline nodded. "Then we leave tomorrow."
AN: Well, how was that? Tell me in a review and maybe I'll keep writing. That would be nice, right?
