Disclaimer: I don't own C

Disclaimer: I don't own C.S. Lewis's books obviously, or the characters. I only own the plot. I mean my plot.

Oh, and if you noticed, Yummy was written at the top of the previous chapter. This used to be a different document and for some reason it didn't delete when I erased everything.

Anyway.

Next chappie is up! Sorry it took so long, I only write when I get good reviews, and then my computer was down for a few days. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Keada's POV

I looked up from my book only when I heard him stir in my bed. I looked back to my book and he rose from the position he was in. I felt him staring at my quizzically. I smiled, "Morning, Caspian."

He was quiet for a few seconds, and then he spoke, "Were you up all night?"

I sighed and put the book down. "Yes, of course. You have a whole army looking for you. I was making sure they wouldn't get to—find you." I didn't want to let him know what I was doing all night. Some of his uncle's men weren't half stupid, but when it came to fighting, they were terrible. Compared to some people, of course.

"You were going to say get to me, weren't you? They found this place, didn't they? What if they tell the rest of the army?" his voice shook with worry. Not for himself, though, I could tell that much. He was worried for the Narnians, even though they threatened his life only the previous night.

I sighed again, picking my book back up. "Yes, yes, and they won't."

He sputtered a few words before finally saying, "Huh?"

I rolled my eyes and once more, put the book down. But this time, I put it on the table next to me. I stood up, pulled the pins out of my hair to let it down, and walked to the exit of my chambers. "They won't be telling the rest of the army, or your uncle for that matter. They're dead. Like I said, I was up all night."

He followed me out, blinking in the morning's bright light. Several Narnians were in the clearing, sparring with their swords, a sort of coach looking at their moves and correcting them every now and then. Glenstorm was among them. He noticed me and nodded his head politely. "Glenstorm," I called. He said something to the battling Narnians and walked over to me, his eyes traveling back to the practicing every now and then. He spotted Caspian, then hesitated before nodding his head to him as well.

"Yes, Lady Keada?" his face held no emotion, and since the sparring had stopped, his remained on us.

"Glenstorm, we need to move. Find a base, or something. If we are going to win this war, we need to prepare. The middle of the forest may be good for cover, but in battle and training, it's too clumped with undergrowth and roots to properly fight. I suggest we find a much more open field to train and prepare in." I pointed out.

He sighed, "Yes, you are right. This spot is inappropriate for battle. I will gather the troops to move immediately." He walked off before once more bowing his head to me and Caspian. I eyed him as he stalked off. It wasn't like him to be this serious. I finally shook my head and ordered some Narnians who were returning from a patrol to gather some weapons and move out. I followed Glenstorm as he and some other creatures headed out of the makeshift camp, multiple arsenal in their arms. Caspian hurried to follow me, gathering some swords that were handed to him, as did I.

"Where, exactly, are we going?" he asked me as we made our way away from the camp.

"Were you, like there when I spoke with Glenstorm? We're going to a more proper place to train, or defend if we're attacked. An open field for example." I knew I was being snappy, but I was up all night and didn't feel like dealing with stupid questions.

"Oh." He said. "How many men did you have to kill to protect me?" he pressed.

"Four, and for your information, I was not protecting you, I was protecting my people. I'm sure they'd love to kill a few of my best warriors, you know. Your kind is known for that lately." Being tired had nothing to do with my harshness then. He was being ignorant.

"Your people? You're human, for your information. I don't believe that they are, and my kind is the same as yours. We both Telmarines, whether you like it or not. And when have we taken Narnians?" he mocked.

I rounded on him, fury plastered on my face. "I was raised here since I was an infant. I do believe that qualifies me as a Narnian. In fact, I lead them. And I was born in the forest, and my ancestors were wolves. I am not a Telmarine, my father was. My mother was a forest nymph, and my father was executed for interacting with a Narnian, and obviously she was killed too. You're kind captured one of our dwarves and killed a faun last night. I'd think first before you make a statement, Caspian." I stalked ahead of him, and walked instead next to Glenstorm.

I knew he was both angry and surprised at my sudden rage. Last night, I protected him from angry Narnians and defended his people. Now, I scolded him and blamed his people for our suffering. He was asking for it.

Glenstorm looked at me and laughed. "I take it he insulted you somehow?"

I glared at my companion. "Yes. And not just me, he insulted Narnia."

The centaur looked ahead once more, "Didn't you say he was the rightful king of Narnia?"

"Yes," I hissed, "only because it's true. Who knew that he was such an asshole, though." I fell back a little, so I was well enough away from the dark centaur. I didn't feel like talking much.

We were walking for several hours when suddenly Caspian spotted something, and apparently felt the need to rush at it with his sword raised. Sighing, I turned to his direction and saw why he was charging. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy was standing a little ways away from the group. He quickly drew his own sword and Caspian and he clashed their blades together. I pursed my lips, then spotted another human not far from the blonde boy. It was a girl, who looked a few years younger than the boy. Her hair was brown, and the front was braided back. Something was up.

I slipped on my leather gloves and strode over to the fighting boys. The other kid saw me heading over to them, but continued fighting. I grabbed Caspian's shoulder, shoved him out of the way, and grasped the boy's blade with my protected hand. I twisted it and pulled it out of his grasp. He gaped at me, and Caspian was muttering about how I interrupted their fight. The light caught the sword in my hand and I noticed engraving on it. I smirked as I read what it said in Narnian.

"Well, High King Peter, welcome back." I bowed down to him, and the crowd behind me gasped and mumbled things like "How?" and "Is this really true?"

"Yes," Peter said, "and who are you?" I glanced to the girl who I saw earlier, and instead saw another dark-haired boy and an older girl. Clearly the rest of the Pensieves.

"I'm Keada of the Forest, Your Highness," I told him.

"Oh, sure, you're nice to him." I heard Caspian say from behind me.

I turned my head to him, "That's because so far he hasn't proved himself to be an obnoxious irritation who believes that he knows everything, when clearly he doesn't." I raised my eyebrows challengingly at him, and he stayed quiet. I turned to Peter and smiled genuinely. "I believe you and your siblings are in charge now." I said, gesturing to the group of Narnians behind me.

Peter nodded, his eyes looking me up and down, a look of what seemed like satisfaction on his face. "Yes," he said, "I suppose we are." His eyes never left me as he waited for his brother and sisters to join him. "Where were you heading?" he asked.

I glanced at the Narnians, feeling awkward under Peter's stare. "Nowhere in particular, an open place, preferably."

He smirked. "Aslan's How, then." And finally took his blue stare away from me and walked to the front of the troops.

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I let the rest of the Pensieves pass me first, Susan looking at me with suspicion. I was about to follow them when Lucy turned to me. "Who are you? I mean, I know you're name, but you're a human. And that boy you yelled at is human too."

I smiled at her, "I'm half-Narnian. My mother was a nymph, my dad was a Telmarine. He's a full-blooded Telmarine, though." I jerked my head in Caspian's direction. Suddenly, exhaustion flooded over me, and I fell to the ground. Lucy gasped, and everybody looked to my body, which was slipping into unconsciousness . . .

Caspian's POV

­­­­­­I watched as Keada collapsed to the ground, and I rushed over to her. I bent over her and pushed her hair out of her face. I sighed as I realized she was just unconscious from exhaustion. I shook my head for my worrying. After all, she was nothing but a bitch to me today. It's weird; she was so nice to last night, and then snapped at me the first time I stepped out of place. Accidently.

I waved the thoughts away as Glenstorm put her on his back. I nodded to Peter and all the rest and followed them as they continued moving.

Hey, sorry that one was short, like my first one. Sorry Caspian's POV was short too. I had to put the ending in though, and well, there. I need more reviews, so please do!

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