Chapter 1 - The Beginning
"Come now Caspian," Trumpkin argued to the somewhat depressed king, "You can't stay like this forever."
"I think I might," Caspian replied staring blankly out of his castle's window. He had fallen in love with Susan. He had wanted her to stay with him forever, but fate would not have that. He had searched for hours on end looking for another way to call the Pevensies back, anything to see Susan, but he had found nothing.
"Well, then you're going to live the rest of your life in misery," said Trumpkin somewhat angrily. He missed the Pevensies, especially his dear little friend, but he knew that he had to overcome this sadness.
"And Susan wouldn't want you to spend your life grieving now would she?" asked Reepicheep kindly.
"I suppose," Caspian muttered, his eyes still focused on the sky before him. Reepicheep and Trumpkin stared at each other sadly. King Caspian hadn't really been acting like a king since Susan left. Instead, he had been acting like a love sick puppy for months. They sat in awkward silence, until the doors squeaked open.
"Sorry, you're majesty," said Trufflehunter, "but there's someone here to see you."
"See me?" Caspian asked hope rising in to his chest. Maybe, Susan had found a way back. Maybe she had figured out how to activate some sort of portal between the two worlds.
"Yes your majesty," Trufflehunter replied, "A princess from the land of Tashbaan. She has asked to speak with you, apparently it is of the utmost importance." Caspian's hopes dropped. He did not care about some princess from the land of Tashbaan, or any other land for that matter. "Please your majesty, she's refusing medical attention."
"What?" said Caspian snapping out of his melancholy state.
"She arrived at the gates with an arrow in her side," Trufflehunter explained, "She says she must speak with you." Caspian stood and quickly followed Trufflehunter out of the room.
In the middle of the entrance, lay a girl about eighteen years of age with a bright red arrow sticking out of her thigh.
"You requested to see me," Prince Caspian said stooping down to the floor.
"Yes," she panted, "I am Princess Aleena from…oh who cares the badger probably already told you." Princess Aleena had black hair which had been braided into two stick straight braids that were currently tied up in a bun.
"Please allow us to help you," Trufflehunter said cautiously moving towards her.
"Fine, but do it while I talk please." Trufflehunter hurried towards her side, and carefully examined the wound. "I have come to you to request your help."
"Help," asked Caspian confused, "I do not understand."
"Your people helped mine years ago, and I need them to help us again. I don't know if you've heard of them, but the Kangans have attacked our village once again."
"I haven't," said Caspian staring at her.
"I have," said Reepicheep suddenly drawing attention to himself.
"Cool," smiled Aleena, "A talking mouse with a sword."
"Now that is original," said Reepicheep smiling.
"Moving on," said Caspian rolling his eyes, "Could you please explain to us what these Kangans are."
"Well," Aleena started.
"Not you," Caspian said, "save your energy."
Caspian turned towards Reepicheep, "Oh me. Well, the Kangans started off as desert marauders. They would hide in between sand dunes, and wait for innocent travelers to pass by. They would then give them a choice."
"Life with them or death," interrupted Aleena. She received an angry glare from Reepicheep, "Oh sorry."
"Continuing, the Kangans soon had so many pirates they became an empire. Their greed pushed them to violently murder off all of the nearby villages. Even today the Kangans continue to grow."
"Let me guess," Caspian said turning to Aleena, "They're going after Tashbaan."
"Well aren't you good at geography," Allena said sarcastically, "Tashbaan is made up of 6 different empires. 5 of them are taken, and mine is the last one still free."
"How can you rule Tashbaan then?" asked Caspian suspiciously.
"Because each kingdom sends their King to a high council, where someone from that high council is elected to be the High King of Tashbaan, understand. I'm that guy's daughter," Aleena replied panting every couple of words.
"That guy's?" Reepicheep said raising his eyebrow.
"I don't like him that much okay," Aleen argued back.
"How does this concern us?" asked Trumpkin coldly.
"Because if Tashbaan becomes theirs, guess who they're going to go after next."
"Narnia," said Caspian softly.
"Ow," Aleena screamed, "What did you do?"
"I just pulled an arrow out of your leg that's what," Trufflehunter replied. He dusted off his paws, and pulled himself upwards. "And you're welcome."
"I'm sorry," Alena said wincing, "It just hurts."
"Don't worry, in a couple of weeks you'll be able to walk again," Trufflehunter said kindly patting her shoulder.
"A couple of weeks," Aleena said staring at them, "I have to get back to Tashbaan as quickly as possible."
"We'll send words to your people that you're alive and well, but you're not going anywhere," replied Trufflehunter trying to calm her down.
"I can stay for two weeks maximum before I must go," she said settling back against the floor.
"Have her taken to the guest's quarters," Caspian demanded.
"Wait," she asked raising her hand, "Where are the others?"
"What others?" Caspian asked starting at her.
"The other kings and queens," she explained, "We will need them to win you know."
"They are not here," he explained softly, "They had to go back to where they came from."
"Then how are we supposed to win?" Aleena asked angrily.
"We do not need them to be victorious," Caspian argued back. He was just as good a king as Peter, and could lead his army wonderfully.
"It's just how it's supposed to be. That's how we won last time, and we need them to win this time," she explained, "You must have a way to contact them."
"I can't," he said sighing, "I can't." He paused for a second to think. Running away from Aleena, he shot through the castle doors and into the rooms of the Pevensies. He searched frantically through the closest, trying to find the ivory horn.
"I can't find it," he muttered to himself softly. He'd looked for the horn before, but now was when he truly desperately needed it. He stood up and prepared to walk out of the room when he saw it. Lying on her dresser was Susan's ivory horn. He stared at it, and walked towards it softly. It hadn't been there two minutes ago, yet here it was. Caspian picked it up slowly, allowing his fingers time to observe every inch of the horn.
"What is it sire," Reepicheep asked as he walked in the door. Behind him followed Trufflehunter, Trumpking, and a limping Aleena.
"The horn," he said softly turning around.
"Well," Aleena asked, "What are you waiting for, blow it. Get them back here."
"This was only supposed to be used in emergencies," Caspian started, "And I don't think this classifies as one."
"It doesn't classify as one," Aleena said angrily staring at him. She limped towards him, "Why doesn't this classify as one King Caspian."
"Because no one here is going to die," he replied.
"Not here, but back in Tashbaan people are dying. Their dead bodies line the street, and people have created hiding places underground. The Kangans do nothing but kill, and yet this doesn't classify as an EMERGENCY!"
"If it's such an emergency," he replied, "You blow it."
"Fine," she said snatching the horn from his hands, "I will." She put the horn to her lips, and blew."
A/N: So here's the deal. Every Sunday I'll release a new chapter, but if I get ten reviews before then I'll add it the day after I get the tenth review. : ) So, if you like it you should definitely review.