[Apologies about the confusion. I had a malfunction with my documents and in order to best fix it I had to completely redo this story. Everything should be fixed now, again sorry about the deletion and re-establishment of this story.]

In the darkness of night, down in a dark castle the wails of a woman in labor could be heard echoing throughout the halls. Maids were frantically rushing about helping to soothe the woman as she continued in labor. After one last push the woman took in gasps of breath, exhausted. However she quickly sat up as she heard the cries of her new child. With a smile she leaned forward to take the baby from the maid's arms. She smiled broadly and laid back down with her new son in her arms.

In another room of the dark castle, a man dressed in black armor walked into the dimly lit study. Another man, also in dark robed was looking out the window. The guard stood behind him quietly before speaking up.

"Lord Miraz?" the man called. Miraz didn't move.

"You have a son." The guard continued. Lord Miraz breathed a sigh of relief.

"The heavens have blessed us." He replied in a thick Spanish accent.

"You know your orders." Lord Miraz spoke again. The man looked over at him apprehensively. Miraz turned his head slightly to glance back.

"General Gozelle." Miraz added, emphasizing the man's new title. The new general straightened up.

"Yes sir." He answered. Satisfied Miraz looked back out the window at the full moon above them.

In a farther section of the castle a man covered in a cloak snuck around the corridors, avoiding guards. Eventually he reached the door he wanted. He slowly opened it to reveal a bedroom, with a young man still sleeping soundly. He edged over to the bed, next to the boy and placed a hand firmly over his mouth. The boy bolted awake and struggled against the new presence. However after a few seconds of panic he looked up to see the face of his old professor. The man looked down at him over his spectacles, his long white beard handing down from under the hood. The boy rolled his eyes slightly and removed the hand from his mouth.

"Five more minutes." He mumbled with a thick accent, rolling back over to sleep.

"We won't be watching the stars tonight my prince." The prince looked back over, startled by the man's urgent tone.

"Come we must hurry." The man rushed. Prince Caspian immediately got out of bed this time, he knew something was wrong. The professor started dragging him towards the wardrobe.

"Professor what's going on?" Caspian asked.

"Your aunt has given birth…..to a son." The professor told him and walked through the door. Caspian paused and processed the news. However he was brought out of his thoughts when the sound of the secret passage being opened was heard.

"Come!" the old man urged. Caspian glanced back at the sound of footsteps. People were headed to his room. Caspian quickly got in the wardrobe and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack so he could see. He watched as a group of soldiers quietly walked in and circled his bed. Then all at once they all released a flurry of crossbow bolts into his bed. He watched with wide eyes as they continued to pelt the bed with arrows. Then all of them stopped when they saw that the prince wasn't in his bed. Only a now tattered mattress.

The professor led Caspian down a flight of hidden stairs. The prince glanced back only once, not believing what he just saw. They made their way down to the armory where Caspian grabbed some small pieces of body armor and a sword. As he started to walk out, the professor stopped him and gave him a cloak for warmth and camouflage.

The two then made their way to the stables where Caspian placed himself on one of the horses.

"You head straight for the woods." The professor told him.

"The woods?" Caspian questioned.

"They won't follow you there." The old man explained. With a sigh he reached into his long robes and pulled out an ivory horn. He handed it to Caspian.

"It has taken me many years to find this. Do not use it except in your greatest need." The professor warned as Caspian tucked it away.

"Will I ever see you again?" Caspian asked quietly. The professor had been like a father to him, and he knew that Miraz would suspect the old man of treason once Caspian was gone.

"I dearly hope so my prince. There is so much more I meant to tell you." The man looked up at the boy with sincere eyes.

"Everything you know is about to change." The old man warned cryptically. The moment was broken when they heard the shouts of guards alerting the castle to his absence. Caspian's horse fidgeted nervously.

"Now go." The professor ordered. Caspian didn't hesitate and immediately galloped forward. He made his way through the courtyard. There a few guards attempted to stop him but Caspian simply brushed them aside with a stolen lance as he passed. Another guard came after him and Caspian threw the lance at a nearby fire to make the man stand back. He galloped over the bridge, making his way towards the woods just outside the village. Just behind him a flurry of fireworks were set off to celebrate the birth of the new heir. Caspian's horse became startled as they made their way through the village. Caspian paused and looked back. When he did his eyes widened in alarm to see a small band of soldiers galloping his direction. Caspian spurred his horse on and galloped even faster. Prince Caspian made it out of the village and continued his gallop across the large plain outside of it, hoping to beat the soldiers there so he would maybe be safe. Finally the prince made it to the edge of the clearing and bolted into the woods.

The soldiers stopped at the edge of the woods, fearful about what was inside. General Gozelle was the only one who continued but stopped once he saw his men still behind him.

"Which one of you superstitious old women wants to spend the night in a cell?" he threatened. He paused to look around at the creaking forest before pushing onward his men reluctantly following.

Caspian made his way blindly through the dark forest, dodging branches and trees as he continued at full speed. The soldiers weren't too far behind him. The prince kept glancing behind him, watching as the men trying to kill him got closer and closer. Soon enough the prince came across a large river, but didn't slow down. Perhaps wading across would discourage the men from perusing him farther. Caspian spurred on his horse as the water reached its neck. The sound of splashing cause him to whip around, seeing the soldiers. He watched as two of the men were swept away by the current.

Eventually he reached the other side and continued barreling on into the forest that was steadily becoming thicker and thicker. At one point Caspian turned around to see if anyone was behind him, but this time he didn't have time to react to the large branch in front of him. With a thud the prince collided with the wood, knocking himself off his horse. Without a second to catch his breath the prince started sliding along the ground. His foot was still caught in the stirrup and he was being dragged by his horse. Caspian grunted as he strained to pull his foot free from the saddle. Once he did he collapsed back against the ground, trying to catch his breath as he heard his horse galloping away from him. The prince laid there quietly, not moving from his position as the forest became eerily quiet. He slowly sat up and glanced around him. Suddenly he heard the sound of a door and looked over to see a dwarf walk out of a large tree, headed straight towards him.

"He's seen us." The dwarf told the other as they walked forward. Caspian glanced back to where his sword had fallen. The dwarf ran towards him sword raised but stopped as he saw the familiar horn on the ground. Caspian shuffled back in alarm but caught the small man's gaze. Both froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly the sound of horses could be heard heading towards them. The dwarf turned back to this friend.

"Take care of him." He ordered and headed towards the soldiers. The companion made his way towards the prince. In a panic Caspian lunged toward the horn.

"No!" the dark haired dwarf shouted in alarm as Caspian blew the horn. He was cut off when the dwarf struck him on the head, making the world turn dark.