Author's Note: So here's Caspian's chapter and POV. Please R&R and especially enjoy! =]
I saw Peter turning to look at me, holding out the sword. I stared back at him, glancing from Peter, to my uncle, and back to Peter. He was giving me the chance to repay my uncle for all he had done to me. I could finally have my revenge.
I walked slowly over to Peter and took the sword carefully in my hand. Peter then turned to head for the sidelines, but I hardly noticed – my eyes were on my uncle. My cruel, power-hungry, bloodthirsty uncle; my uncle, who had killed my father, his own brother; my uncle, the one who also tried to kill me when his son was born; my uncle, who would stop at nothing until I and all the Narnians were dead so he could continue to be king. These thoughts raced through my mind as I stood before him and raised the sword, preparing to bring it down any second and end him. Finally I'd have my revenge for what he'd done. Finally-
What sort of king do you want to be? The question suddenly rang in my mind out of nowhere, and I thought it rather strange. What sort of king did I want to be? What did that have to do with-
"Perhaps I was wrong." That was my uncle's voice. He was looking up at me and I watched him, silent. "Maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all." And then he bowed his head.
I let out a loud cry, raised the sword higher – and plunged it into the ground, just inches from my uncle's head. I knew my answer as he looked up at me.
What sort of king do you want to be?
"Not one like you."