Tyroden sighed as he scanned the area for intruders. Stood atop the How, he could see for miles around, the perfect place to watch for Telmarine soldiers. His hooves were beginning to hurt from standing for hours, but he was a hard-wearing fawn. Caspian himself had hand-picked his protectors from the army, and when the Kings and Queens of old had arrived yesterday they had praised him on his reliability and persistence. He grinned as he turned to face the West.. and stopped dead. The trees in the forest were parting in a path towards the How, springing back behind whatever was coming closer and closer. Tyroden held his breath, eyes bulging, ready to sound the alarm once the culprit had emerged from the woods. It was only 100 or so metres away from the edge now, a distance that was closing in seconds. Closer and closer, metres away now..
A flash of gold shot out of the forest and across the battlefield towards the entrance of the How, leaving a trail of upturned turf in its wake. The creatures – It was an animal, the ground had been torn apart with giant paw prints – began to slow, the thudding of its paws getting slower and slower. Soon it was slow enough to become recognisable.. The lion glanced up at him as it slumped to the ground, slipping a small bundle on it's back onto the ground outside the entrance. It appeared to nuzzle the bundle, then roared loudly, and turned and pounded away into the distance, back the way it came. The fawn stood in shocked silence for a few seconds, before realising he wasn't breathing. He dashed back through the How towards the Stone Table room, where the leaders were conferring.
"We have to be prepared. Miraz knows now that Caspian is with us. He's going to use this against us, and as Caspian stated earlier, Miraz could be crowned King in his absence. The next few days are crucial."
Peter paced across the room, before locking eyes with Prince Caspian.
"We need information on the Telmarine army. Weak spots, strategies, battle plans. Can you provide them?"
He paused then nodded, breaking Peters stare and looking at the ground.
"YOUR... MAJESTIES.. I.. LION.. OUTSIDE.. DROPPED.."
A fawn shot into the room, collapsing on the floor in exhaustion. He had obviously sprinted the whole way. Assorted creatures and King Peter dashed to his side, laying him comfortably and passing him water. Once he had recovered, Peter asked him to repeat his message. The fawn shot up, pointing towards the corridor.
"Your majesty. There was a lion, he came from the West. He came to the entrance and dropped something on his back, then left. Was it Aslan, my liege? What-"
"Soldier, where is the Lion? And where is this bundle?"
"Tyrus is collecting it, sire. He left shortly after myself, he should be here soon."
Right on queue, a white and brown Satyr came running down the corridor and into the room, carrying what appeared to be a patterned blanket. Peter gasped as he realised the blanket was in fact stained with blood. Tyrus rushed to the Stone Table and placed the blanket upon the surface, and the congregation gasped as the cover slid down towards the crack. Laying upon the Stone Table, covered in blood and unconscious, was a girl.
A/N – Ok, so I don't really like this chapter. It was a lot more detailed in my dream, but I can't remember this particular bit very well! I hope you like it though :) Chantelle.