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Chapter 2

Trumpkin watched from the shadows as the siblings argued. Out of the four ancient kings and queens he had decided almost from the beginning that he liked the youngest of them the most.

Queen Lucy the Valiant. He remembered the tales that he had begged from his mothers, all those long years ago. All those years ago when he had not been disillusioned, and began to believe that maybe Aslan had abandoned them all after all.

Queen Lucy was the one who had found them. She was the first of the siblings to arrive in their land, the one who had the strongest bond with the great lion. He remembered the tales of battles and blood-shed and they had freed the rest of the lands from the White Witches grip. He remembered feeling anger at Queen Susan, she had her bow. They are distant weapons, archers stay far from the battlefield, they take aim at a distance and only fight when things become desperate. But Lucy the Valiant was in the middle of a battle from the beginning with her daggers and her swords while legend said that Susan preferred her bows and her arrows.

He shook his head as he watched them. Like big children they quarrelled among themselves.

Perhaos she should have been called Queen Lucy the Wise, he thought to himself as he listened to her words.

She was right in everything that she said.

Her siblings were treating her as a child, forgetting that she had as much, if not more experience than they did...and yet she remained trapped within her childish body.

He cast his mind back to their journey to the how, when all of them had still appeared as children. He could have happily treated the young Peter to a lesson he would have never forgotten as he had insulted his younger sister, acting the adult.

He still couldn't get over waking up that first morning to find, not the children that had fallen asleep but the fully grown, adults who did more resemble the kings and queens he had been told of and yet young Lucy and remained small and child like.

He had seen the heartbreak in her eyes as she looked up at her much older looking brothers and sister and he had not been able to stop himself from approaching her and trying in his stilted way to cheer her up.

The other kings and queen had all but forgotten her as they had completed their journey but he had stayed with her, helping her when she fell and saying something sharp when he knew she needed to argue with someone.

Everyone within the camp was guilty of treating her like a child, condescending in their manner towards her and he knew that that must hurt especially when she had so much to give.

"... some masculine game play between you and Caspian," he heard the girl shout.

Ahh yeas, she defiantly saw more than her young appearance gave her credit for. The tension between the old High King and the would be ruler of Narnia had been building almost from the minute they had met, while he was also not blind to the eyes that Queen Susan had been throwing Caspian either. He rolled his eyes remembering the way that Susan had agreed with Caspian – typical.

"I will not support this madness," he felt the cold rush of air as the young queen's body went flying past him and he quickly followed.

From his short acquaintance with the youngest member of the ancient royals he knew that she would be impulsive and follow what her heart told her to do - an admirable thing but not always the smartest.

He watched her as she walked sure footedly towards the weapons and swung a belt of throwing daggers over her shoulders, tightening the buckles and settling them over her body as she walked.

It had grown darker outside, time passing without notice in the gloominess of the caves, and everyone was deeper within where makeshift beds had been assembled.

He watched in astonishment as she left the safely of the how and no one but himself knew this.

He thought quickly. He couldn't let her leave alone. What was she trying to do? Where was she going? He wouldn't stop her, by the looks of her she knew exactly what she was doing, but what could he do? If he followed her he by himself could not be much help if they were attacked.

He decided quickly and bolted deeper within the how, searching for the centaurs. They were wise warriors, so he knew they would not be asleep. They would be wide awake, sharpening their blades while telling the younger ones the tales of old Narnia.

One of them would be a worthy protector.

Lucy walked, carefully and quietly through the shadows, getting further and further away from the how. She had a good memory and she knew that she could find her way through the forests and back to Cair Paravel and she could do it while avoiding the mistakes that Peter had made by leading hem straight to the enemy camp near the river.

Her anger had died down until it was only simmering gently within her, nearly smothered completely by the overwhelming sadness that filled her.

Had she been the one responsible in turning Peter into what he was now, it was her fault that they had returned to England, it was her fault they had even came to Narnia. She remembered the brother she had had before their first visit. He had been her protector and yet Edmund had benefited from their time here...in fact she had never been close to Edmund as now. ..

She didn't know any more.

She knew that without the detour to the enemy camp she would make it to Cair Paravel in less time than they had made it away.

She stopped.

Someone was in the forest with her. she listened for the soft crunshing noise and heard it again.

No one had seen her leave, she was sure of it. The armoury had been deserted when she had entered it and she was sure her brothers and sister would think she was in a huff and probably wouldn't even think of looking for her until tomorrow morning – maybe even later.

Gently she drew one of the daggers from the belt the hilt settling in her hand in that familiar way. These had always been her favourite weapons, next to her twin swords that were still deep underneath the castle at Cair Paravel. Her like for these weapons had put her in jeopardy more than once, in order to use them she had to be close to her enemy and she had received more than one scar because of that.

She heard it again. The rustle.

But whoever it was they were not close enough to her yet.

Bingo.

She heard it. The crunch of a twig told her they were more that close enough. She raised the dagger and let it fly, landing at the feet of her follower and her other hand went to the belt to find her next.

"Hold, your majesty,"

Lucy stopped, suddenly really glad for her habit of throwing at the enemy's feet and not their hearts when she couldn't see them.

"Trumpkin?" she asked the darkness just as a cloud shifted from before the moon to reveal her DLF.

"At your service," the red headed dwarf bent to dislodge her dagger from the ground and handed it to her – unfazed by what had happened.

"I'm sorry Trumpkin," she mumbled wiping the blade on her skirt and slipping it into the belt.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

She wasn't going to return. He was going to find Aslan and put an end to everything.

"We don't know what you are doing but we aren't letting you go alone," he announced walking nearer to her in his grumpy manner.

"We?" she questioned, peering into the darkness behind the dwarf.

"We," the dwarf announced gesturing with his arm.

Lucy watched as out of the darkness stepped one of the dark haired centaurs. Her heart clenched at her memory of Oreius - her wise Oreius. Her friendship with him had been as just as strong, if not stronger than her relationship with Mr Tumnus. She could use some of his calm words and steady presence right now. But he was gone, they were both gone, long gone from Narnia.

"What are you doing here?" she asked them again.

The centaur came closer and saluted her in the ancient way, as ne saluted their queen. She had not received any such honour since she and her siblings had entered the Narnian camp.

He placed his hand over his chest and bowed his head low while lowering his front leg, before straightening.

"I come to serve and protect, my queen,"

Rainstone had watched the siblings closely since their arrival and he did not doubt that they were who they said they were, especially after the dwarf had told them of their appearance when he had first seen them.

Their Kings and Queens of old had answered the horn and they had come to give them back their land.

Rainstone had never known anything different than this way of life. Hiding in the forest and finsing food where they could but his father had told his brother and himself stories that had been passed down through generations of Narnian families. Stories of when Narnia had been theirs. When the kings and queens had reigned, when with the help of Aslan the Great Lion, they had defeated the white witch and her followers.

He would serve them faithfully in reclaiming Narnia. With his life.

When Trumpkin had approached him in search of a protector for the youngest queen he could not say no. There was an inner strength within the young queen and yet through the will of Aslan she remained as she was, and as long as she did he would protect her, and even beyond.

Hi. So sorry this has taken me so long to update. I wasn't sure of where to pick up so I thought I'd have Lucy with some companions. If you remember one of the centaurs that got left at the raid of the castle well this is the dude that I have included in my story. I didn't like it when he died. Ummm so yeah.

I know that there are probably a gazillion mistakes but I don't have the time right now to fix them – but I will tomorrow. I just thought that you would rather have the chapter asap.

If you could let me know what you think that would be great,

Keep safe

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