Something was wrong. It was very wrong. Even deep in sleep, young King Caspian could feel it. It felt like magic, dark magic. The feeling caused him to toss and turn uneasy in his sleep. His hands unconsciously balling to tight fists and sweat rolled from his brow.

A forest surrounded him. Caspian had never laid eyes on this forest before. It was entirely new to him. A figure, covered by a brown cloak, ran past him. Caspian called out, but the figure kept running. Caspian followed the figure through the forest, still calling. Caspian could hear the figure panting breathlessly, the figure was a woman.

Caspian followed her through the trees. She weaved her way around them, trying to lose whatever was chasing her. Caspian tried his best to keep up with the woman, but her routes were enclosed between trees, hindering his movements. The woman's distance from his grew and grew.

Suddenly an arrow shot from behind Caspian, imbedding itself into the woman's shoulder. The woman cried out and staggered to the ground. She looked behind her, directly at Caspian. Caspian felt his breath catch in his throat. His eyes fell upon a stunning brunette, her deep eyes filled with terror. His body had stopped moving, yet she was being pulled from him.

Caspian watched as she reached into her cloak. She pulled out a small white horn. Queen Susan's horn. The same horn that hung in Caspian castle. The woman lifted her head, pushing back her hood, revealing her face to Caspian. She inhaled deeply, blowing into her horn.

"Susan!" Caspian called.

The call of the horn jerked Caspian from his sleep. He panted breathlessly. Sweat rolled from his head, soaking his nightshirt. Caspian wiped the sweat from his head and threw back the blankets. He stood from his bed and grabbed his robe.

Dream or no dream, something was very wrong. Caspian had dreamt of Susan, but nothing like tonight. Tonight's dream was filled will fear, horror, and evil. This was more than a dream; it was a warning, and a cry for help. Whatever was going on, Susan was part of it, willing or unwilling. And Caspian was going to figure out what.

Caspian left his chambers and jogged through the halls. He could not return to sleep after a nightmare like that. But Perhaps Doctor Cornelius could answer some questions, or at least his books could. Caspian jogged down the hall toward his Professor's study, careful not to disturb anyone else within the walls of the castle.

Caspian quietly pushed open the door to his professor's study. He moved to the shelves of books, looking for anything that could help him understand his dream. Caspian reached for a book but paused. He needed to know if Susan was really in trouble, or if his mind was merely playing with him. But how was he to know this when she and her siblings were back in their world.

Outside the chambers came a range of loud whispering. Caspian's head turned toward the door. The voices grew louder, but passed the door nonetheless. If they were searching for him, they would soon learn he was not in his chambers; and then no one would sleep for the remainder of the night.

Caspian drew his hand from the shelf and walked to the door. He opened the door and slipped back out. The voices that had left were returning, only more rushed this time. Caspian walked down the hall toward the voices. He recognized one as Glenstorm. Caspian rounded the corner and slammed into a hard force. The force sent Caspian backwards, onto the floor. There was a mass of surprised voices around Caspian. Caspian lifted his head to see what=well, whom actually= he had run into.

Several feet in front of him, sat none other than Peter. The moment Caspian saw Peter he knew something was terribly wrong. Aslan had said neither Peter nor Susan could return to Narnia, yet here they were. And Lucy and Edmund were behind him. Cornelius, whom had not been in his chambers apparently, helped Caspian to his feet as Edmund helped Peter.

"What are you doing back in Narnia?" Caspian asked. He looked to each Pevensie child, and saw that Susan was not present. "Where is your sister?"

"That's why we're here." Lucy said. "Susan has gone missing."

Caspian frowned. "How do you mean?"

"Susan returned home just this evening." Peter explained. "Lucy and I both spoke with her. Suddenly we hear a Narnian horn and find ourselves in one of the spare chambers here. Only Susan was not with us."

"What did you the horn sound like?" Caspian asked.

Peter, Edmund, and Lucy both looked stunned at Caspian. "You believe us?" Peter asked.

Caspian nodded completely serious. "You said you could never return, yet here you are, all expect Susan. I do not believe you would try to play such a practical joke to this degree."

"Caspian," Peter said. "Will you help us find Susan?"

"Absolutely." Caspian answered without hesitation.

"Your majesty, how are we to know whether the Gently Queen resides in Narnia?" Glenstorm asked.

"Susan's horn." Lucy stated. "When Caspian called us, we came here."

"Be silent please." Caspian said. He turned his head, looking down the hall. Everyone was silent, watching Caspian. "Let's continue this in a more private room."

"The study, behind your chambers, my lord." Cornelius suggested.

Caspian nodded. "This way."

Once inside the study, Caspian closed the door and locked it. He turned back to face his friends. "Forgive for the sudden hastiness, but things are not as safe as they once were."

Peter frowned. He was sitting next to Lucy off the Caspian left. "How do you mean?"

Glenstorm spoke before anyone else. "The skies have foretold us of an evil, stronger than any evil fought in Narnia."

"What kind of evil?" Lucy timidly asked.

"Surely your majesties can feel as we speak." Glenstorm said.

Edmund, Lucy, and Peter were silent. There was something there, not in the room, but in the air with them. It hung on the air like copper holds to blood. The feeling wrapped around them, wrapping around their hearts, constricting them. They had been so focused on finding Susan, neither one had noticed the evil in the air.

Caspian took the opportunity to continue. "Not long after returning to Narnia, the entire land was covered in a thick fog for a number of days. When it lifted, the only thing that remained was what you feel. Yet no matter how hard we try, no one seems to know what has happened to Narnia."

"How long has this been going on?" Peter asked.

"Nearly a year." Cornelius answered. "There are rumors throughout Narnia that someone had cursed the land."

"Maybe it has been cursed." Edmund said.

"Cheery, Ed." Peter replied.

"Think about it Pete. A fog covers every inch of Narnia without warning and rises the same way. But nothings quite the same in Narnia. No one has mentioned Aslan returning to aid them, and add the fact that none of us should be in Narnia in the first place, means that something has occurred in Narnia that Aslan did not intend to occur." Edmund explained.

"But what would that have to do with the queen's disappearance from your world?" Cornelius asked.

"Because whatever is plaguing Narnia, has taken Susan as well." Lucy whispered for the first time. All eyes drew to the forgotten queen sitting beside Peter.

"Lu?" Peter asked.

"Back home, I felt something in our bedroom. It felt just the same as now, in Narnia. It felt like magic only it felt strange…tainted." Lucy explained. "I couldn't move my body or speak, but as I heard the horn, I could suddenly move again."

"Susan was calling for help." Caspian finished.

Lucy met Caspian stare and nodded. "She's in great danger."

"And her fate has been intertwined with Narnia's." Glenstorm finished.