"Answers"

Emily saw some large rocks near the edge and walked over, her siblings following. She knealt down to the rock and placed her hand on it, thinking, then looked out toward the sea.

"Catapults." she mumbled.

"What?" Peter asked.

"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked." Emily said.

The four siblings had looks of sadness on their faces and Peter looked annoyed that someone had the nerve to purposely attack their home.

The High King walked over to a monument and began pushing the door opened and Emily went to help him, revealing the door to their secret chambers.

Peter took out a pocket knife and carved through the wood around the handle and broke it to get the door open and everyone looked down the passageway.

He then ripped off part of his white shirt and wrapped it around a thick stick as Emily tried to hide a grin.

"Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" Peter asked his sister.

"No, but..." Emily said opening her messenger bag.

"Would this help?" she held out a silver torch, grinning.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter said, smiling.

All four siblings chuckled at that and Emily turned the light on and went into the passage first, her siblings following.

They walked down the stairs and came to a metal gate, which Peter opened and they all walked in.

"I can't believe it. It's still here!" he said.

The sisters went to their chests that had their clothing and weapons in it and behind the chests were stone figures of themselves when they were 15 years older.

"I was so tall!" Lucy said, holding up a gold dress to herself.

"Well, you were older then." Susan said, smiling.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later...when you're younger." Emily said, putting on her old helmet, making her sisters laugh.

"What is it?'' Lucy asked Susan.

"My horn. I must have left it on my saddle...the day we went back." she answered.

Peter opened his chest, drawing everyone's attention as he pulled out his sword.

"When Aslam bares his teeth...winter meets it's death." he read the inscriptions on it.

"When he shakes his mane...we shall have spring again." Lucy finished, sniffling as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Everyone we knew...Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers...they're all gone."

Everyone had gone quiet, silently mourning their dead friends.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on." Peter said.

Peter gathered some of his old clothes and left the room to let his sisters change in privacy and gather their weapons.

They all walked out and started thinking about where to start when they saw some men holding a person in a boat, about to toss him out and drown him.

Susan fired a warning shot with her arrow, hitting the side of the boat, getting the soliders' attention.

"Drop him!" she yelled, readying her bow.

The soliders dropped the dwarf in the water and Peter and Emily went to go help him as Susan shot one of the men and the other one jumped in after him, intent on running away.

Peter saved the dwarf and Emily retreaved the boat, bringing it closer to the shore.

Lucy cut the dwarf free with her dagger and the dwarf removed his gag.

"Drop him?" he yelled at Susan.

"That's the best you can come up with?"

Emily bit her lip to not laugh.

"Uh, a simple thank you would suffice." Susan said, offended.

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help!"

"Maybe we should have let them." Peter said, annoyed.

"Why were they trying to kill you, anyway?" Lucy asked, trying to make peace.

"They're Telmarines. That's what they do." the dwarf said.

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" Emily asked, confussed.

"Where have you been for the last hundred years?" the dwarf asked sacastically.

The siblings all grinned at some secret joke.

"It's a bit of a long story." Lucy said.

The dwarf noticed the sword Susan handed back to Peter and got a look of disbelief on his face.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me! You're it? You're the King and Queens of Old?"

"High King Peter, the Magnificent." Peter introduced, holding out his hand.

Emily giggled at the look the dwraf gave him.

"You probably could have left out the last bit." Susan said, grining.

"Probably." the dwarf laughed.

"You might be surprised." Peter said, taking his sword out of it's scabered.

"Oh, you don't want to do that, boy." the dwarf warned.

"Not me." Peter said handing him the sword.

"Her."

Emily proudly took out her blade, ready to fight, but waiting on the dwarf.

The dwarf charged her and he put up a good fight, but in the end she managed to overpower him and knock the sword out of his hands, pointing the tip of her sharp blade in his face.

"Beards an bedsteads!" the dwarf gasped, sitting down.

"Maybe that horn worked after all!"

"What horn?" Susan asked.

To be continued...