Hi again! Looking forward to how this chapter is going to go as it has Miraz in it. A huge thank you to SecretReader101, Hogwartsgirll15, Marianne 16, Becka21214 and Guest for following and favouriting. It was my plan from the start to finish it the way I did and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I apologise for the start of this chapter, not happy with it at all but it will get better, I promise!

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Stripes' POV

Knowing that my friend was in danger, I ignored the risk of being caught and charged to where fighting could be heard. It took only a few moments for two of the soldiers to be killed and for Trumpkin and I to be captured. I fought with paw and teeth until someone knocked me over the head with something heavy. My last image was of Trumpkin falling down next to me

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It was dark when I woke up, but noisy. A long black cloak covered me as I lay across the back of a horse next to something else, which I could only conclude as Trumpkin. We were stationary, but the busy noise of a stable could be heard from under the blanket. For a moment, I felt like I was back at Cair Paravel, hiding with George in the straw from Louise on that faded memory called happiness. Deep voices shook me from my memory, making my ears prick up in hopes of hearing something valuable.

"Wait. Wait, my lord. It is not what you think," a firm but gentle voice said.

"Then what is it?" another voice questioned, the tone of his voice giving the impression he was the person in charge.

"We're not exactly sure," the first man answered. A moment of silence passed before the bright light of day hit my eyes, making me squint to see around me. Trumpkin was indeed next to me, gagged and bound, with a large cut on his forehead.

"Impossible," a small mumble of awe and surprise was heard by the second man. Looking away from Trumpkin, I was surprised to see the man who spoke was Miraz, the only Telmarine who Narnians knew. Not the only one they feared. Miraz looked from us to the man next to him, a scheming glint appearing in his eyes.

"Have them wait outside the throne room, I have a plan for the other lords," Miraz said after a moment, making Trumpkin and I share a nervous look.

"As you wish my lord," the man said, before ordering some soldiers to take us and follow Miraz and the man, who I labelled as the general. We waited outside for a few moments, our eyes never leaving the soldiers, taking comfort as they fidgeted under our gaze. Just as I was about to sit, the door opened and the soldiers behind us pushed us forward, Trumpkin half carrying me as my paws were tightly tied. The throne room was filled with men, who stood gasping with surprise as we entered.

"We forget, my lords, Narnia was once a savage land. Fierce creatures roamed free. Much of our forefather's blood was shed to exterminate this vermin," Miraz spoke as we were brought forward to the centre, Trumpkin sliding to his knees with me across him. "Or so we thought. But while we've been bickering amongst ourselves they've been breeding like cockroaches under a rock! Growing stronger. Watching us. Waiting to strike!" he added, hitting Trumpkin as he shouted the last word. Trumpkin looked back at him, his gag torn from his mouth as I growled under my own.

"And you wonder why we don't like you," he said, making me chuckle and Miraz step back slightly in surprise.

"Well I intend to strike back. Even if I have to cut down the entire forest, I assure you, I will find Prince Caspian and finish what our ancestor's began," Miraz vowed, his words receiving praise from the lords and rising fear from Trumpkin and I. Closing my eyes tightly, I sent a silent message to Louise.

"They are coming for the Narnians."

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Peter's POV

After we realised it was Cair Paravel, we wondered in a dream-like daze, remembering memories from a different time.

"Catapults," Edmund announced, randomly. He was bending over a boulder rock that looked to be a part of the rest of the castle ruins.

"What?" I asked him, looking at him confused.

"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked," he replied. I looked around, wondering who could have attacked such a place as this. Quickly shaking an image away of Louise holding our son George who were both smiling, I noticed something familiar about one of the statues and wall in front of us. Edmund, catching on to my idea, followed me and helped me to push it aside, revealing an old wooden door. Managing to crack the lock open, the door groaned open and fell back against the wall. Seeing it was pitch black inside, I began to rip the bottom of my shirt and wrap it around a branch.

"Don't suppose you have any matches do you?" I asked, looking at Edmund's confused face.

"No, but would this help?" Edmund asked, getting a torch from his satchel and looking at me with an attempt at a serious face.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner," I told him jokingly, shaking my head as he spoke. Edmund moved to go down first leading the way with his torch as I threw the useless branch away with my shirt on. Allowing the girls to go before me, I followed behind Lucy down the steps, entering an underground chamber that had light shining through from above. We came to the gates and I hurried to open them, looking up in amazement as I stepped through.

"I can't believe it. It's all still here," I said, smiling slightly as everyone ran to their own chests. Instead of going to mine, I looked at all the gold-dusted treasures, picking up a large golden plate and sighing.

"I was so tall," Lucy remarked, holding a dress up against her.

"Well, you were older then," Susan reminded her, making them smile.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later…when you're younger," Edmund said, wearing an over-sized helmet that used to fit him. Blowing on the plate to get rid of the layers of dust, a part of Aslan's face could be seen, reminding me of a duty I swore to do. Lifting my head up, I looked at my own statue and moved slowly to my own chest.

"What is it?" Lucy asked Susan, catching my interest and looking over but still moving forward.

"My horn. I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back," she replied, holding her bow and arrow but no horn. Finally, what felt like a lifetime, I reached my chest and opened it after a moment's hesitation. My eyes immediately drew to the familiar sword, and my hands instantly reached for it, withdrawing it.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death," I spoke, reading the inscription along the sword.

"When he shakes his mane, we will have spring again," Lucy finished as we watched her. "Everyone we knew…Mr Tumnus, Louise, Stripes and the Beavers…they're all gone," she whispered, a tear falling as she spoke Tumnus' name. I gritted my teeth as she spoke Louise's name, hoping that her words wouldn't be truth. I looked from Susan and Edmund before looking back at Lucy.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on," I said, silently promising her as she nodded. We then moved to get changed and pack our weapons. Before we left, I noticed two statues further around the chamber.

"You go on ahead, there's something I need to get," I said to the others, ignoring the confused glances and waited for them to leave to move to the first one.

It was the carving of a male, who had longish hair and a proud, charming face. His hand held the hilt of his sword, a long cape over his shoulders. A small inscription was on his treasure chest that stated 'King George; the son of a kind mother and a heroic father'. Gasping, I looked again at the face of the man who had my hair and Louise's nose.

"My son," I whispered, hardly believing that in front of me stood the statue of my young boy. Hesitating, I slowly opened the chest, and bit back a sob as I saw a small toy that I gave him the day he was born on the top. It was a small, silver solider that he never let go. I reached for it, and placed in a small bag that contained small items that I couldn't carry. Having an inkling of whom the other statue was, I moved towards it, tears forming as I looked at the familiar face of my one love and wife, Louise

She was stood gracefully, with flowers in her long hair and her crown lightly placed upon her head. Hey eyes, though not real, felt like they were staring into my soul, locking me in place. One hand was by her side while her other was over her heart. Opening her treasure chest, I gasped with surprise and anger to find it completely empty; not even dust covered the bottom.

"Why is Louise's the only one that is empty?" I wondered aloud.

"Pete?" Edmund shouted, bringing me back to the present.

"Coming!" I shouted back before carefully closing the lid. Moving to the gate and stairs, I looked back to each statue, my eyes resting on Louise's. "I will find out what happened here and avenge you my love, I swear it," I said to her statue, before turning my back on them with a new fire in my heart.