Chapter 2- The reluctant Princes
"WHY ARE WE RUNNING!" demanded Jeff.
Neither man knew what was going on, one moment they are at a subway station; next they are running for their lives along with a talking badger and a little person with a black beard. Arrows flew past them, yet a yelp was heard… the badger was struck! Jeff instantly turned back and took hold of him before carrying him on his shoulders. They kept running, soon screamed of pain were heard as the men chasing them were falling and not getting up.
"MATT!" Jeff screamed, Matt turned and saw there were only half the men now chasing them. And the others kept falling, they turned once more… as the final soldier chasing them… had fallen. But what took down the soldiers… was now aimed at the Hardys!
Matt went crashing to the ground, as he found a mouse standing on his chest, armed with a sword. "Say your last words and choose them wisely!" he ordered.
He knew the obvious thing to say, yet figured he would go in another direction. "My name is Matt… Matt Hardy… I… I don't know why I'm here in all honesty!"
The mouse looked rather surprised. "That is rather a first in my books as well."
"Reepicheep, at ease, he blew the horn" the badger announced.
"He did?" the mouse asked.
"I did?" qustioned Matt.
"It is why we have gathered…" came a deep voice. Looking behind him, Jeff came face to face with a Centaur. He wasn't alone, many others had joined him, Fauns, Menitors, dwarfs and other mythical beasts of legend.
Matt was assisted off the ground as the wounded badger was taken by one of the other creatures. "Whoa… We're not in Toronto anymore" whispered Jeff.
"If you are the one who blew the horn, you must come with us" the centaur ordered.
The Hardys didn't refuse as they followed the creatures. All were carrying weapons and swords, perhaps perparing for battle… Something told Matt he was in over his head on this.
Jeff on the other hand talked to the mythical creatures, utterly facinated by them and wondered how they came to be. He chatted up with the centaur who was more than willing to deal with the curious Hardy, as dusk fell the Hardys found themselves surrounded by the mythical creatures of Narnia. Neither knew what to do or to say.
"What brings you here?" questioned the centaur.
"That is a really good question" replied Jeff. "In all honesty, we don't know why we are here. You see Kane told us…"
"Kane? King Kane?" the centaur questioned.
"Well he's not really a King, the Undertaker though…"
"King Taker…. You have meet the past Kings of Narnia!" asked a Faun. "It truly is a sign! They have come to get us our land back!"
"Sign?" asked Matt.
"Land?" questioned Jeff.
The centaur told them of the great kings of Narnia, and how they will return to save their land once more. "The swords of my sons and that of my own are yours!"
Matt and Jeff looked to one another oddly as each was presented with a sword. "Uh… thanks?" Matt said aloud. "But… we don't know how to use a sword"
The mice on the other hand already volinteered their services to teach them how to use a blade. "This is really weirding me out" Jeff whispered.
"Just remain calm, and hope this is all a dream" Matt replied. They humored the mice as they were taught verious moves and the way of the blade. Matt was uncertain as was Jeff. But they figured if everyone here had a blade… well… they are going to need one as well.
They moved by dusk and by day until they made it near a clearing. Matt heard an odd noise just below one of the Minitors, something followed them, he armed his blade and prepared himself for his first duel. Pirched just above the possible attacker. Matt leaped as he unleashed a battle cry onto the ground, the moment he hit the ground though was he dissarmed. His scream…. Soon followed.