Ok, so I'm trying to make this more of my own. Please read, like it or don't like it, review anyway.
I present: The Horn
"This is High King Peter the Magnificent."
"He doesn't look very magnificent." The professor let out a small chuckle. "This is Queen Lucy the Valiant, and this is King Edmund the Just." The professor's fingers started to move towards the last person in the picture, but Caspian's reached it first.
"Who's the pretty one?" 10 year old Caspian asked. The professor had a little inside laugh at that young childish games and fancies. "This is Queen Susan the Gentle." Gentle, Caspian thought, she looks gentle. And beautiful.
"What's that?" he pointed to a big golden lion. "That-" his fingers moved to the lion. "That is the true ruler of Narnia, the true King. His name is Aslan." "A lion, a king?" "Yes. I have always hoped that one day I could see him face to face."
Caspian looked into his eyes and saw a great sadness. He had never seen his professor sad before. It reminded him of his own father. "Maybe… Maybe… Maybe someday you will." He said it in almost a whisper. The professor smiled at him. He had more faith than me myself. He will be a great leader someday.
"Will you tell me a story about them? With her in it?" "Yes, I will."
The professor told him of the battle with the White Witch. He told him about Susan and Lucy who went with Aslan to help free the animals and creatures that were turned into stone. He told him how Edmund had jumped on the White Witch and broke her staff.
"And then Aslan and the Queens came. The fawns and centaurs and giants charged on them, killing all of their enemies in their path.
Then, Aslan jumped upon the White Witch as she was about to kill King Peter the-" "the non-magnificent." Caspian corrected him. "Yes. And then the witch died."
They were silent for a moment. Caspian pondered the thoughts through in his head. Finally, he spoke. "Professor, do these kings and queens really exist?" "Well-" the professor thought for a moment. "I believe they do. But some- some do not."
"Do you believe they exist?" The professor looked at him. "I'm not sure. Everyone else always taught me- that they didn't." "Think about," the professor said, "and then decide."
"Would you like to hear some more about Narnia's Golden Age?" "Yes."
The professor pulled out some pictures, the first one of a sword. "This is the legendary sword of the High King Peter." "Wow… Caspian slid his fingers across it. "It's.. It's so beautiful." "Yes it is. Father Christmas is said to have given it to him the first time they came to Narnia." "I wish I could have a sword like that." "I think many do. But it was given to the High King for a reason."
The professor flipped to the next picture. "This is the cordial of Queen Lucy. It is claimed to heal any sickness or any injury." "Can it heal death?" "Death is not something that can be healed or reversed, young one."
He flipped to the last picture. "Wow… that is… so different." The picture was of a beautiful white horn, with intricate carvings in the sides. "This is a magical horn, claimed to summon back the Kings and Queens of Old. It belongs to the-"
There was a loud bang on the door. "Get out the Telmarine history book!"
The professor grabbed his books and thrust them underneath his desk. He went to open the door.
"Your majesty." He bowed. Miraz pushed passed him. "Where is Caspian?" "Right this way, Sire."
Caspian sat at the desk with his book in front of him and a huge smile on his face. "So what have you learned today?" Miraz questioned his nephew. "We are learning about Tehran, the man who created Telmar here in Narnia."
In reality, they had talked about that the day before. Miraz hoped that if he pushed him far enough, he would break. "And what do you know about him?"
"He became leader of a Telmarine ship at the age of 20. One day, the went into a cave to rest, and they woke up here. They took over Narnia and set up this marvelous kingdom we now have." Caspian didn't think it was really that great of a kingdom, but he needed to sound like he actually knew something.
Miraz was furious. Either he was wrong, or Caspian was outwitting him. He preferred neither.
Caspian retained his smile. He knew how stupid his uncle could be sometimes, and he knew that he was outwitting him.
Miraz flicked around, and exited the room angrily.
Suddenly, a hand clasped over Caspian's mouth. He hadn't got to finish his dream. "Five more minutes…"
The professor yanked him out of bed and threw him into the secret passage without a word. Caspian stood there for a second trying to wake up, but the professor yanked on his arm.
"Come! Your uncle has had a son, and to him that means you must die!"
They got to the stables and the professor helped him up on the horse. He handed him something. Caspian remembered it from his dream.
"Blow it when you are in most need." The professor whacked the horse and he ran off into the distance.
"How could you let him get away!" Miraz shouted furiously at Glozelle. "But sir-" "Don't but me! There is no excuse for what you have done! One more time, and I will have you executed!"
Glozelle bowed, and ran off quickly. He gathered his men. "Come now! We must capture Caspian!"
They groaned wearily in their beds. "Up, now!" Glozelle pointed his sword to the throat of one of his men.
He quickly got out of his bed and went down to the armory. By the time they were ready, Glozelle had gather 10 men.
"Now go!" He sent 5 men off in one direction, and the rest followed him.
When they reached the forest, Glozelle stopped. One of his men rode forward. "Well I'm not going to act like you superstitious old woman and get my head cut off!"
The rest of the men rode on, but while they were not looking, Glozelle rode off behind a tree. He didn't want to die in that dreadful wood.
Caspian whacked his head on a tree. He fell of his horse. The horse rode forward, turned around, and trampled over Caspian's leg. Ugghhh… he thought. I think I broke it.
Suddenly a dwarf came out of a small hidden cabin. He saw the Telmarine and ran off into the distance. Oh no… that's the way there coming. Suddenly he saw another creature come out and charge at him with a sword. He picked up the horn.
"No! No! No no no!" The creature made a grab for it but Caspian was to quick. He raised it to his lips and blew it. Everything went black.
"What do you say we do with it?" "I say we throw it in a pot, cook it and eat it for dinner."
"Nikabrik, why don't you try to say something positive or helpful once in a while?"
"Cause there's a Telmarine in our house! What if he escapes? What if he tells them?"
"Calm down Nikabrik." Caspian heard the voice slowly trail off into a whisper and he fell back asleep.
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