Narnia: Prince Caspian with a Twist

A/N: I'm back! Thanks to all my reviewers, I have decided to make a sequel! Here's chapter one of Prince Caspian with a Twist but first…

Disclaimers: I don't own anything! Just Penthesilea!

Chapter One:

The earth's shadow covered the moon on the day the Lady Prunaprismia gave birth.

She screamed in agony as the midwives eased the baby out of its mother. Then the sound of a child crying relaxed her.

The midwives handed her the baby boy.

The new mother breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her bed.

Moments later…

A heavy door opened and Glozelle, a tall man with a dark beard walked to a shorter man who was staring out the window into the night sky.

"Lord Miraz, you have a son," he said flatly.

Lord Miraz sighed. "The Heavens have blessed us…" He looked to the sky. "You know your orders… General Glozelle."

Glozelle was quiet for a moment. "Yes, my Lord," he said finally and left the room.

A Tellmarine soldier paced to hallways as Glozelle walked away.

A cloaked figure quietly sneaked passed him and headed to the prince's room. He entered the room.

It was dark except for the pale moon light that shine through the windows. A raven sat on a perch and cawed quietly and ruffled its feathers as the figure came in.

The man with the cloak moved across the room to the prince's bed in silence, pulled away the drapery and cupped his hands around the prince's mouth.

Caspian woke with a start but could not cry out. When he realized that the cloaked figure was just his tutor, he relaxed and pulled the old man's hand away. "Five more minutes," Caspian said and turned away, trying to go back to sleep.

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince!" the professor said in an urgent tone. His wise eyes were widened with fear. "Come, we must hurry!" he urged.

Caspian turned back around at the odd tone of his tutor's voice and got out of bed, confused. "Professor, what's going on?"

The old man pulled Caspian to a wardrobe by his wrist. "Your aunt has given birth… to a son." He emphasized that last word and threw the doors of the wardrobe open.

Caspian froze in shock and tried to understand what was happening. He heard soldiers outside the door of his room.

"Come!" the Professor called, leading the way into a secret door on the other side of the wardrobe.

Caspian quickly climbed in and closed the door leaving a small crack to look through.

The soldiers entered and surrounded his bed quietly. They then began to shoot into the draperies.

The raven squawked and flapped its wings as the soldier shot arrows into the bed of their own prince.

The arrows tore the curtains up and Glozelle saw that Caspian was gone. He cursed under his breath.

Caspian looked back as he followed his professor down winding stairs. They ended up in the stable area.

The professor made him take armor, a sword and a dark cape that would be hard to spot at night.

Caspian threw himself on a black horse and looked down at his tutor.

"You must make for the woods!" the professor told him.

"The woods?"

"They won't follow you there," the professor explained and handed his student a smooth, shiny horn. "It has taken me many years to find this…"

Caspian could barely make out the head of a lion at the mouth of the horn in the dim light. He quickly tucked it into his clothes, knowing that his professor would not have the time to explain what it really was.

"Do not use it except at your greatest need!" warned the tutor.

Caspian grabbed the reins of his horse and looked down at the old man. "Will I ever see you again?"

The tutor gave the prince a sad look. "I dearly hope so, my prince… there is so much more I meant to tell you."

Caspian felt a pain of guilt rush through him. He had never really listened to the man when he taught and now they might never see each other again.

The tutor gave him a serious look. "Everything you know is about to change."

They heard the sound of soldiers shouting and stomping down the stairway he and his teacher had just come down.

"Now go!" the tutor shouted, slapping the horse.

Caspian nervously rode out into the courtyard of the medieval castle.

Soldiers were patrolling in the yard when they saw Caspian. "Halt!" one of them shouted, but the prince rode right past them, knocking one over.

Caspian made it out of the gates of the castle and his horse trotted across the bridge that led into the town. He stopped in the empty streets and looked back at his home.

Fireworks shot into the sky dark eerie night.

In the distance, Caspian could hear a crier shouting in bliss, "A son! A son! Prunaprismia has given Lord Miraz and son!" He emphasized the last word as Caspian's tutor had.

Tellmarine soldiers began to ride out of the castle and after Caspian.

The prince urged his horse to a gallop and soon rode out of the village and to the wild countryside.

The soldier followed from a distance. Their helmets bobbed up and down as their horses galloped.

Caspian could see the woods ahead and kicked his horse in the side to make it go faster. At last he made it to the brush and felt a bit relieved. He rode deeper into the woods, attempting to put as much distance between him and the soldiers as he could.

Glozelle and his men came to the woods. The General charged straight into the forest but the others hesitated. Glozelle turned to his men and threatened in a gruff voice, "Which of you superstitious old women would like to spend the night in a cell?"

The soldiers didn't say anything.

Glozelle glared at them and rode into the woods in pursue of Caspian.

The men, who didn't want to anger their chief, rode in after him.

Caspian had made it deeper into the woods. He could not see much in the dark but was aware of the sound of hoof beats far behind him.

The soldiers were still following him and Caspian kept fleeing and soon made it out of the woods and to a small river.

He rode his horse right into the water, eager to make it to the other side.

Water splashed on him and his horse neighed in protest.

Caspian grew frustrated and looked over his shoulder to see if he had lost his pursuers.

The soldiers had followed the Prince out of the woods and to the river. They rode into the water as Caspian did.

It was obviously a bad idea to have this many horses so close together, stumbling through a river.

One of the horses in the front tripped rough river bottom and fell sideways. The other horses and their riders tripped over the first and toppled into the river as well.

Caspian was glad that he got some extra time to get away from the soldiers after their swim in the river. The prince had entered the woods again. He was feeling pretty proud of himself at the moment and turned to look back to make sure they were far behind him. When he turned around, a large branch hung in his path.

Too late- thwack!

Caspian slammed right into the branch and was knocked off his horse and dragged. He struggled to free his feet from the stirrup.

His horse kept running completely unaware that its rider was being dragged against the cold and prickly forest floor.

Caspian managed to finally get his feet out of the stirrup and friction stopped him.

His steed ran deeper into the woods and disappeared.

The prince laid there in the dark, sore from the ride and groaned. He was glad that no one was there to see that humiliating moment when the branch had smacked him in the forehead. But here he was now, in the middle of nowhere, alone, tired and he probably didn't look much like a prince at this second. Caspian sat up and panted. He observed his surroundings and tried to figure out which way was north. He looked for the stars but the trees were so thick above him that he couldn't see anything.

One would consider Caspian handsome but he didn't look very attractive now. His dark hair was messy from the ride and his face didn't look much better. Dust had flown onto the prince's face and stuck there with the sweat that had gathered.

He thought about getting up and finding help but who would live out here? Narnians might… he thought, remembering the stories his tutor had told him which was probably the only thing he paid attention to. It's only superstition. He reassured himself.

Right as he thought that, a door opened in the trunk of a tree.

Caspian jumped. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could make out two unnaturally short men in the doorway.

"He's seen us!" cried one of the dwarves with a bald head and a long orange beard. He drew a sword and hobbled toward Caspian on his stubby legs.

Caspian panicked. He looked around frantically searching for something to defend himself with. His sword lay a few feet away but it was obviously too far to reach. He scooted back, knowing that he couldn't run.

The dwarf closed in on the prince. He suddenly hesitated when he saw Caspian's face. He studied it closely.

Caspian's eyes were wide and alert.

Something caught the dwarf's attention.

The horn that the tutor had given Caspian was on the ground, within reach of Caspian.

The dwarf looked from the horn to Caspian. He suddenly didn't seem to be interested in killing the prince now.

His partner, a dwarf with a black beard widened his eyes in disbelief.

Horses neighed in the distance and Caspian panicked again. The soldiers were still on his trail.

The dwarf with the orange beard turned to his friend. "Take care of him!" he spoke in a gruff voice and began to charge the soldiers who were in sight now.

The second dwarf stepped toward Caspian.

Caspian thought fast. He grabbed the horn from the ground beside him.

"No!" shouted the dwarf with the black beard.

But it was too late.

Caspian blew the horn.


When Penthesilea heard the horn, she was tracking the White Stag into the Western Woods. She got up from tracing hoof prints and looked into the night sky.

She hasn't heard that horn in over a millennium. But she recognized it immediately.

The horn had only sounded for not even two seconds before it was cut off abruptly.

Penthesilea knew it was the horn of Queen Susan.

It had been centuries since she got the news of the Kings' and Queens' disappearance. They were said to have vanished in the Lantern Waste while hunting the White Stag, the very creature Penthesilea was tracking right now.

Penthesilea had talked with Aslan after the news was spread.

Flashback…

Penthesilea cautiously glided gracefully through the secret grove.

Aslan was the only one she could talk to about this.

When she neared the Great Lion, Penthesilea could feel his presence. She broke into a run and soon reached the center of the glade.

Dragonflies flew pleasantly around the green ferns and the small clear spring that flowed water as pure as the white sands on the beach of Cair Paravel. Beams of light broke through the loosely packed leaves of the cherry blossom trees.

On a large boulder by the spring was Aslan himself. The lion looked surprised to see Penthesilea there.

Penthesilea bowed in respect to him.

"What bring you here, child?" Aslan had a powerful yet gentle voice as if he was letting Penthesilea know that everything was going to be alright.

Penthesilea got up and spoke, "Lucy, Susan, Edmund and Peter are gone, Aslan. What do we do now?"

Aslan seemed absolutely relaxed at Penthesilea's whining tone. "You should know where they went, Penthesilea. Back to their world." He gave her a small look of disapproval. "You did not expect them to stay forever did you?"

Penthesilea winced at how selfish that sounded. "I… I thought they loved it here…"

Aslan's expression turned gentle again. "They do. But things never happen the same way twice. They have left this world but that does not mean that they don't like it here. You must understand that their world is where they truly belong."

Penthesilea grew quiet, taking in Aslan's wise words. "They… are not coming back then?"

"Someday, dear one," Aslan replied with a smile. "Someday…"

Penthesilea sighed and tried to stay strong and hard core.

Aslan nodded his head in satisfaction. Then he was gone.

End of flashback.

Penthesilea closed her golden eyes and breathed in the cool nighttime air.

The leaves of nearby trees rustled in the wind.

Penthesilea opened her eyes and focused to the east. She remembered the attack on Cair Paravel made by the Tellmarines not long after the Kings and Queens left.

Aslan had told her not to interfere for "the intertwining strings of Fate may guide this tragedy into a blessing."

The sound of the horn rang in Penthesilea's ears still. It came from the beyond the Western Wild.

The horn was the only item from the Kings and Queens that was not placed in special chest for it was never found after the day the Pevensies left Narnia.

Now someone had it and was blowing it.

Penthesilea had a seen vision centuries ago after the Tellmarines invaded, that the Pevensies would come back to the sound of Queen Susan's horn.

Could it be…?

Penthesilea shot up from the ground and sprinted off through the woods toward Cair Paravel.


The driver of a small black automobile slammed down on his breaks so hard that a screeching sound was heard. "Watch where you're going!" he spatted angrily at the young girl whom he almost hit.

"I'm sorry!" the young lady apologized and quickly rushed across the street and out of the way of any other cars that might threaten to run her over.

London was noisy and busy that morning as Lucy Pevensie hurried to find her sister, Susan. Lucy was wearing her school uniform as she always did to school, a white collared shirt, a yellow and black tie, a formal looking red coat and a gray skirt. The sun beat down on her as she ran through the streets.


Susan Pevensie was standing by a newspaper stand, reading a magazine.

A tall, geeky looking boy walked up and stood beside her. He wore glasses and He put down his stuff and looked in Susan's direction. After a short silence, he opened his mouth a said, "You go to St. Finbars."

Susan looked up from her magazine briefly. "That's right," she muttered and turned back to her reading material.

"I go to Hendon House, across the road," the boy continued hesitantly.

Susan tried to smile friendly but didn't look up from the magazine.

"I've seen you… sitting by yourself."

Susan blinked a little embarrassed. "Yes well, I prefer to be left alone," she said matter-of-factly. Susan was quite proud of herself for thinking of that response. She turned away from the boy and hoped that he would just go away.

"Me too," the boy said childishly.

It took all of Susan's will power to not roll her eyes.

"What's your name?"

Susan thought about screaming and taking off down the street but she doubted that she could outrun this boy while wearing the uncomfortable school shoes she had on. Instead she again tried to smile angelically. "Penthesilea," she answered the boy, remembering the name of a very faraway friend.

"Susan!" Lucy shouted to her sister while pushing her way through the crowd of people. The younger girl ran up to her older sister. "You'd better come quickly!"

The boy whom had asked Susan her name had a very perplexed look on his face.

Susan felt quite stupid to have let Lucy blow her cover. She glanced at the boy, threw her magazine back in its place on the stand, picked up her briefcase and hurried after Lucy who had already ran halfway across the road.

The sisters cautiously ran past the cars that honked at them and shoved their way into the subway station.

A statue of a lion stood outside of the station overlooking the streets of England.


"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" chanted the mob of children in the station, all of them wearing school uniforms and eager to see some violence.

Susan and Lucy managed to wedge themselves into the crowd enough to see Peter fighting two other boys who were bigger than him.

A girl was also in the fight which was odd to Lucy. The girl had wavy amber hair and flashing golden eyes. She seemed to be fighting on Peter's side.

The boys shoved Peter against the wall of the station and the girl savagely pried one of the bullies off with a swift motion that looked like she hardly used any effort.

Susan felt pushing behind her and turned around to see her younger brother, Edmund, rush past her and join the fight.

"Edmund!" Lucy protested as she watched Edmund throw himself onto one of the bullies.

The people standing by, watching, were very much amused and Lucy wondered how cruel these people were.

A sharp tweet echoed through the station and the crowd of children quieted as stationmasters marched toward Peter, Edmund, the girl and the bullies.

All of a sudden, everyone decided that they should leave and began to shove their way out of the subway tunnel.

Susan and Lucy were forced to back away from the fight by the swarm of people trying to get out.

The stationmasters managed to pull Peter off of a bully and break up the fight. "Act your age!" he shouted at Peter before shoving him away.

Susan gave Peter a look of pity before following the rest of the crowd away.

A/N: I'm feeling pretty proud of myself now! Please be a supportive reader and review! I would very much appreciate it! Must keep twisting up the story! Thanks for reading!

~ThePeacockFeather