Ok, so here is the First chapter. Uhm, well it starts off with Caspian in the Forest and basically where we left off.

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"I can hear you," the Prince called behind him, turning back to see Nikabrik and Trufflehunter emerge from behind two trees.

The badger sighed as he took a step forward, flattening the grass and leaves as he did so. "I just think we should wait for the Kings and Queens."

Caspian rolled his eyes before he turned away from them both, leaving them with the decision to follow him or not. They did, jogging slightly to keep up with him.

"Fine! Go then! I just hope the others will be as understanding," the badger pestered, stopping in his tracks while Nikabrik pressed on.

"Maybe I'll come with you. I'd love to see you explain things to the Minotaurs." The Prince stopped, turning again to look at Nikabrik and Trufflehunter. He was shocked to hear this, mention of other Narnians startled him further. He was shocked to have come across these two and if the stories his professor told him were true, what else lay in these woods?

"Minotaurs? They're real?" Nikabrik smirked, nodding his head slowly.

"And very bad tempered," Turfflehunter whined, trudging after them.

"Yeah, not to mention big."

"Huge," Trufflehunter emphasised truthfully.

Nikabrik moved on, Trufflehunter leading ahead and Prince Caspian slowly making his way behind them both.

"Centaurs, are they real?" he asked quietly.

"Well the Centaurs will probably fight on your side. No telling what the others will do, though," Trufflehunter warned.

Caspian took all this in, even stopping in his tracks as another question formed in his head.

"What about Aslan?"

Both Nikabrik and Trufflehunter stopped, looked at one another seriously before turning to Caspian.

"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrik asked, almost threateningly.

"Stories," Caspian said.

"Your father told you stories about Narnia?" Trufflehunter asked in disbelief. He knew it couldn't have been true, but he had to ask.

"No, my professor-" He paused as Nikabrik and Trufflehunter looked at each other. Caspian shook his head slightly before speaking again. "Listen, I'm sorry but these aren't the questions you should be asking." He pushed past the both of them, sighing with exasperation.

Trufflehunter froze, raised his nose to the air and inhaled deeply. His eyes widened as he searched the area with his eyes, while Nikabrik looked on in confusion.

"What is it?"

"Humans…." Trufflehunter replied, still searching the woodland as best he could.

"Him?"

"No…" he replied slowly, looking to his right one last time. "Them!"

"Run, run. Go!" They all broke into a sprint, Caspian leading and the other two trailing along on their smaller legs.

Arrows flew past their heads, sticking into trees and landing in the ground beside their feet. The arrows were flying dangerously close to their heads and bodies.

Trufflehunter bounded over obstacles and sped past on-coming arrows. But as he leaped over a broken tree branch, an arrow lodged itself into his leg sending him tumbling into the brush below.

"Agh!" he moaned from the ground. Nikabrik seen his friend injured and turned back to help him when Caspian bolted past him to the badger's side.

"Go! I got him," he called, lifting the badger from the ground.

"No.. No, take this and go. Your life is much more important than mine," Trufflehunter mumbled, the Horn in his hand. Caspian shook his head at the animal, glancing up at the tiny army running towards them with their bows poised.

One of them fell to the ground, then another and another and another. One after the other they all fell to the ground at the sound of an invisible slicing blade. One remained standing however, running from the spot where he was standing in shock towards Caspian. He was angry, until his expression changed dramatically to shock and pain. And then he fell too.

An arrow stood protruding from his back leaving him lifeless and now, harmless. Caspian looked up from where he was crouched, awestruck at the small mouse that stood tall atop the dead soldiers back, his tiny sword pointed at him threateningly.

"Choose your last words carefully, Thelmarine!" he shouted angrily, but proudly. Footsteps were heard coming up from behind the mouse, but Caspian didn't look. He was too focused on this odd little creature. "Well?"

"You are a mouse…" The proud mouse sighed, letting his sword slip slightly as he rolled his beady eyes.

"Reepicheep! Stay your blade," a young voice called behind the mouse. The accent was much like the Prince's, making the situation and mysterious person even more mysterious.

"Nina, I'm sure you have a reason for interrupting me when I'm about to take down another Thelmarine!" Reepicheep yelled back. The mouse looked back briefly, the crimson feather flicking with each movement.

"Yes, it's because I said so," the voice hissed. He looked back at Caspian, slipping his blade back into his belt and climbing down from the man he stood upon.

Behind the mouse stood a girl, no older then Caspian himself. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid at the side, allowing anyone full view of her face. Her features were soft, fine with full lips and eyes that were a slightly-darker blue than normal, swimming with stories. She was good-looking, except for the excess amount of fresh dirt on her face.

Her green dress was to the ground, with a thick corset of brown leather covering her chest and stomach area. She held a bow in her hand and a few small daggers poked from a belt around her waist. She was a hunter, that much was obvious and she was a human, which was equally as obvious.

She extended her hand towards the Prince, smiling slightly as he took it. She hauled him up from the ground, shaking her hands together to rid them off any dirt. It didn't do much good, her hands were filthy anyway. After Caspian was on his feet, she turned away and pulled the arrow from the soldiers back, shaking it slightly and sliding it back into her quiver. Looking at her as she did this, he felt as if he knew her.

"Trufflehunter, are you bad?" she asked, her voice modulated and pleasant.

"No, no. I'll be fine, Nina," he replied. Nina passed the Prince with a courteous nod before kneeling down beside her friend, reviewing the wound on his leg.

"Just a scratch, should heal in no time," she smiled. She could already see that Nikabrik was alright, he had that menacing sneer that told her that. Tufflehunter stood, stumbled and balanced himself again against the tree behind him. Nina, being happy that her old friend was as good as he could be at this time, stood and turned back to the (still) bewildered Caspian. "Your majesty." She bowed her head, courteously.

"He blew the horn. I'm guessing you heard it then?" Nikabrik asked.

Nina, however, didn't have time to answer when a voice sounded from behind them.

"Then let him bring it forward." Four centaurs towered before them, shocking Caspian further. "This is why we have gathered."

Nina smiled up at the centaurs, bowing her head again for what felt like the millionth time to her. She was so used to some of the creatures in the forest, that they rarely had her bow her head in any way. She was their friend, at least to some she was. Take Nikabrik, he didn't like it when a human girl no older then fifteen appeared in the forest being led by a mouse and a dog. She refused to tell her story, of why she ran from the Thelmarine's lifestyle, which just infuriated the Dwarf further. He didn't trust her, to say the least.

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Nina sat far away from the almost uncontrollable crowd of Narnians that stood around Caspian in the centre of the large clearing. They were certainly not happy to have him there, especially hearing that he was the one with the Horn.

Nina, however, choose to stay out of it. Unless of course, something happened then she would help as much as she could. For now she was relaxing, patting her friend on the head every couple of minutes. Titus let out a hefty sigh, the beagle yawning loudly soon after.

"Do we have to be here for this?" he asked tiredly. Nina smiled and stood up from the ground, brushing down the skirt of her dress.

"Yes, we do. He is the Prince after all," she said. Titus looked at her oddly, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "Oh yes."

"The Thelmarine Prince? The one you spoke about?" the dog mocked, standing and shaking his body. Nina glared at him, puckering her lips in distaste at his words.

"Yes and I only spoke of him once! You silly pup," she snapped. The dog chuckled and Nina turned away from him, leaning against a tree and watching the scene of Prince Caspian unfold. Reepicheep stood at her foot, Titus sitting hunched slightly behind her and Nina still puckering her lips in distaste. Titus snickered behind her. She ignored him.

"All this horn proves is another thing they stole from us!" Nikabrik shouted, raising the horn high.

"I didn't steal anything," Caspian spat back. Nikabrik sneered angrily.

"Liar! Show me the rest of the things you Thelmarines stole from us!" a minotaur shouted from the sidelines. Everyone cheered for him, telling the prince and others to name the things the Thelmarines took from the Narnians.

"Our home!" "Our land!" "Our Freedom!"

The list went on and on as each person shouted out a thing took from them and their ancestors. Nina felt out of place, being the other Thelmarine she was still alienated from most groups of Narnians such as the minotaurs and the occasional dwarf. The animals, fauns and centaurs were friendly enough, give or take a few.

"You would hold me accountable for all the crimes of my people?" Caspian asked, still turning to follow each voice as another rang out to voice their opinion.

"Accountable," Nikabrik began. "And punishable."

Nina made her way to the centre of the clearing, towards Caspian and the oncoming Nikabrik. She was the other human here, she would at least give him a hand.

"Enough Nikabrik," she warned.

"Would you rather us kill the both of you? We don't need you here, your just as accountable as any other Thelmarine!" Nikabrik shouted at Nina angrily, his hands on the handle of his sword.

"That's rich coming from you, dwarf!" Reepicheep said, coming to stand by Nina and Caspian. "Or have you forgotten that it was your people who fought along side the White Witch." He pointed his sword threateningly at Nikabrik, who merely flicked it away.

"And I gladly to it again if got rid of these barbarians!"

Nina stepped towards the dwarf, her hand on the hilt of her sword. She had dropped her archery set and opted for her sword. Her sword skills were better than her archery skills, since she was taught by the great Reepicheep himself.

"That is not them and that is not in your power to bring her back!" Trufflehunter announced from behind them. "Or are you suggesting that this boy go against Aslan now?"

Shouts yells and cries sounded at the name, but the badger continued on.

"Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well that Narnia was never right until a Son of Adam was King."

"He's a Thelmarine!" Nikabrik argued. "Why would we want him as our king?"

"Because I can help you." Nina turned to face Caspian now, raising her brow slightly. "Outside of these woods I am a prince. The Thelmarine throne is rightfully mine, help me claim it and I can bring peace between us."

Nina smiled slightly, looking away from Caspian to Glenstorm the Centaur who walked around the Prince.

"It is true, the time is right. I watch the skies, for it is mine to watch as it is yours. To remember, badger. The lord of victory and the lady of Peace have come together in the high Heavens." He looked directly at Caspian, away from the on-looking audience of Narnians still surrounding the clearing. "And now a Son of Adam has come forth to offer us back our freedom."

A scurrying up on a tree branch drew everyone's attention to the hyperactive squirrel overhead. "Is this possible? Do you really think their could be peace? Do you? I mean- I mean really?"

"Two days ago I didn't believe in the existence of talking animals nor dwarves or Centaurs. Yet, here you are in strength in numbers that we Thelmarines could never have imagined," Caspian announced, turning still and looking at Nina briefly, before looking on again. "Whether this horn is magic or not, it still brought us together. And together there's a chance to take back what is ours." He held the horn high, much like Nikabrik did just above his head.

Glenstorm's hooves rustled the leaves below him, causing everyone to look at him once more. "If you will lead us, then my sons and I offer you our swords."

He pulled out his sword, holding it before him as did every one of the centaurs. Others joined in and soon as the wave like effect of unsheathed swords continued, Nina eventually relinquished hers.

"And we offer our lives," Reepicheep announced, grandly bowing at the waist with his sword.

"Miraz's army will not be far behind us, sire."

"If we are to be ready for them we'll need many soldiers and weapons, as soon as possible," Nina added in, getting a nod from many from the crowd. Titus nudged her leg, whimpering slightly. He didn't want her joining in on this, since it wasn't technically her fight to begin with. But she wanted to, to at least get some respect in these woods. "And also a place to hide, or at least stay out of sight for a while. I'm sure a few soldiers returned back with stories of you Narnians."

"They have Trumpkin." Nina looked down, away from anyone's sight. The news saddened her, since Trumpkin was one of her dear friends. She never thought she wouldn't see him again, especially to the Thelmarines.

"We have a place," Glenstorm announced. "Come, we will show you."

Nina remained where she was for a moment, still reeling in the news of how Trumpkin managed to be taken by the Thelmarines. She rubbed her arm as she pondered this, when Nikabrik approached her and looked up at her.

"He's was taken because of your precious Princey boy," he said bitterly. He raised his brows at her before following off with the remaining Narnians, leaving Nina too herself for the moment.

And during that moment, a tear fell from her eye.

Ok, so it's chapter one finished. Please please please review this! I love getting feedback (good or bad) from people who read this.

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