Hello everybody! (: Welcome to The Five Monarchs! I am so excited to be starting the sequel to the Five Children!

So this one is set in Prince Caspian. It will be a movie-based fanfic since there's much more action in the movie than there is in the book. And guess what? There will be much more Edmund/Henri in this one as they are older and have grown to be even closer friends.

Please review! I'd like to know if I should continue this. (:

Sing Out!

SW

Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to C.S. Lewis's Prince Caspian nor to the movie version by Walden Media.


PROLOGUE

The forest is the most quiet it has been in many years. Not even the crickets' chirping is audible this fine, early summer's night. Something fantastic is going to happen; and the hiding Narnians can feel that in their bones.

In a hidden cottage just beneath a large tree's roots, a badger and two dwarves discuss the possibility of this event.

"Did you hear that?" Nikabrik asks of his companions.

"Hear what?" Trufflehunter the Badger replies.

"Exactly," Nikabrik says contentedly. "Nothing. No Telmarines will be out tonight."

"Let's hope not," Trumpkin the dwarf comments. "We've stayed out of the limelight for this long. Something is going to happen, but I hope it's just with us Narnians. Besides, no Telmarine has discovered us yet."

"What about those soldiers a few years back?" Trufflehunter suggests.

"Oh, we killed them, we did," Nikabrik says, waving it off.

Suddenly, a large boom echoes through the air.

"What could that be?" grumbles Trufflehunter, scurrying to the door. He opens it hesitantly and peers out as another booms goes off.

"What is it, Trufflehunter?" asks Trumpkin lazily.

"Fireworks," confirms the Badger.

"Lord Miraz's wife must have had her baby," Nikabrik concludes. "Reepicheep and his spies reported her past due several days ago."

"And why is this relevant?" Trumpkin challenges.

"Don't ask me," Nikabrik says. "I just like to keep up with the latest news. If we are ever going to re-take Narnia, we have to know if the Telmarines are weak enough."

Trufflehunter walks back into the underground cottage. "And do you think they are?"

"Hard to tell," says Nikabrik roughly. "Reepicheep will have to gather more news."

"Just finding out this baby news was as dangerous enough, I'm sure," Trumpkin says. "Have you seen all of the soldiers that guard that castle?"

"No," Nikabrik argues. "I've never been there before. And I'll bet you've never seen it before, either."

"Actually, I have," Trumpkin claims.

"Would you dwarves please stop bickering?" Trufflehunter asks.

"Did you hear about Lord Miraz and his nephew at all, Nikabrik?" Trumpkin wonders.

"You mean the son of Caspian the IX? All I know is he's a filthy Telmarine and I wouldn't want to learn anything more about him," the Black Dwarf replies.

"I've heard he's very different than his uncle," Trufflehunter replies.

"Well I've heard that Telmarines are descended from the White Witch that was defeated by Aslan and the Kings and Queens of Old," says Trumpkin.

"That's not true," Trufflehunter insists. "My ancestor Snufflefinder the Badger was in service with Queen Henri the Bright, a Queen of Old, and knew much about the White Witch. The Witch was from a different world. The Telmarines have been there since the beginning of time."

"I didn't know your ancestor worked for one of the queens!" Trumpkin replies. "My ancestor, Rustkin, did as well! He fought in the Battle of Beruna."

There is a rustling noise and a few shouts coming from outside. The two dwarves jump from their chairs and grab their swords and bows and arrows.

"I just knew something was going to happen," Trufflehunter says. "I'll stay in here if you don't mind."

"Be my guest," Nikabrik comments angrily. He was not happy about this.

The dwarves open the door to find a young man sitting outside of their house.

"He's seen us!" Trumpkin cries. Then there is more shouting and the Red Dwarf looks the east. Telmarine soldiers.

"You take care of them and I'll get the boy," commands Nikabrik.

Trumpkin runs to the incoming Telmarines and the Black Dwarf barrels towards the young man. Then Nikabrik spots something he's only read about. Queen Susan's horn.

Nikabrik stops in his tracks as the young man, most likely a ruddy Telmarine, reaches for the horn.

"No!" yells the dwarf.

And the sound of a rich, clear, one note horn fills the air.


I hope you've enjoyed this short prologue! I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can. It will have Henri and the Pevensies! (: