So here is the first chapter of my new story. As this is a Caspian/OC story there will be NO Susan/Caspian, sorry to any Suspian fans.

Chapter 1

The dun stallion whipped through the trees, his tail streaming out behind him, his hooves pounding on the forest floor. The girl who crouched on his back looked only about 17, yet she had lived for centuries. She looked like a poor girl, yet truly she was a Queen. The girl's dark brown hair blew out behind her, blonde highlights mixed in. She wore worn red trousers, scuffed black boots and a royal blue tunic. At her waist was a red leather belt holding her sword. Her hands had black leather gloves on and her forearms, steel vambraces. Her horse wore no saddle, and a worn black bridle. On either side of them ran their companions, two wolves, one tan, and the other grey. The four of them were best friends, and did everything together.
The girl glanced over her shoulder, terror in her eyes. The sounds of other horses resounded through the trees. The group had got too close to the enemy and were now fleeing for their lives, they could only hope that they reached the river in time. The stallion's breathing was heavy, they had been running for miles. 'Come on Rushmoor,' The girl urged, 'You can do it.' Finally they were out the trees and the river lay in front of them. Rushmoor plunged down into the cold water. Shouts of disappointment came from the bank as their pursuers finally gave up, but on the opposite bank they did not stop. But raced deep into the woods, just to be safe.

Rushmoor came to a stop on the Dancing Lawn, Jamie swung herself off the stallion and collapsed on the grass laughing. The wolves lay down too. They tried to stay away from everyone, but today that had not worked. Rushmoor's sides were heaving. He was a distant descendent of Jamie's first Narnian horse Roshir. He snorted and shook out his mane. 'Never again.' He warned.
'I agree.' Jamie replied.
'It was too close.' The tan wolf, Breydon said. The other wolf, Colden nodded in agreement.
Jamie ran a hand through her hair, then rolled over. 'Come on, we should go find Glenstorm. He won't be happy.'
'Too right.' A deep voice made Jamie sit up.
'Oops.' She said. The centaur had looked after her for many years and, although he knew she was a Queen, he would scold her if she was reckless. She got to her feet. 'I'm sorry Glenstorm, it was a complete accident.'
'I'm sure it was.' He said, he was used to the girl's behavior. 'Just don't let it happen again.'
'It won't.' Jamie promised.
'Come, let us go.' Jamie took hold of Rushmoor's reins and led him after the centaur.

Glenstorm's wife, Freda, was waiting worriedly. As soon as she saw Jamie she came trotting over and pulled Jamie into a hug. 'We were so worried.' She said.
'Sorry.' Jamie said sheepishly.
'You're a Queen, Jamie, you should be more careful.'
Jamie sighed, as she always did when it was brought up that she was a Queen. 'My reign ended a long time ago.'
'Wrong.' Glenstorm Cut in. 'A reign never ends until death. You will always be a Queen Jamie, and you're the only one Narnia has left.'
'Yes, but few believe the stories, and even fewer know.' With that she turned and led Rushmoor away. The wolves trotting at her feet.
Freda came over to her husband. 'She will always be headstrong, we just need to keep her safe long enough.'
Glenstorm looked up at the stars. 'Not too long.' He predicted and the two headed into their cave, after Jamie.

Jamie slammed the door to her room. She was grateful to Freda and Glenstorm, but sometimes she would rather that it wasn't known at all who she truly was. She collapsed onto her bed of moss and heather, after removing her sword, and stared at the ceiling. She rolled onto her side and fell asleep.
Jamie awoke with a start. In the night air she could clearly hear the distinct sound of a horn. A very familiar horn, that she had not heard for hundreds of years. Queen Susan's horn. She flung herself out of bed and grabbed her leather jerkin, cloak and sword. Then racing out her room she snatched Rushmoor's bridle from it's hook.
Freda and Glenstorm were already outside when Jamie joined them outside. Rushmoor quickly trotted up to her, and shoved his nose into the bridle. Jamie's fingers skillfully fastened the buckles, and she pulled herself onto his back. Glenstorm and Freda's sons had already joined them. Glenstorm turned to his wife. 'Meet us at the Dancing Lawn tomorrow night, find the others.' The female centaur nodded and trotted off. Glenstorm then turned to Jamie, 'Stay close your majesty.' Jamie rolled her eyes, but nodded, and they were off.

Rushmoor easily kept up with the galloping centaurs. It seemed that the horn had been blown from within the Shuddering Wood, so this is where the group was headed. Rushmoor flew easily over fallen logs. It had been 1300 years since the horn had been blown and, if what Glenstorm said was right, then it meant that Narnia could be restored. Jamie watched the ground flash by underneath Rushmoor's hooves. Apprehension and adrenaline were building inside of her. The wolves raced on either side of her, becoming a blur with the forest. She hoped that finally, after 1300 years, she would finally be reunited with the other Kings and Queens of old.

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