Chapter Two

He was flying again, over the same forest as before, everything the same. Brighter, livelier, warmer. He floated to the ground almost breaking into a run immediately after, trying to get to the clearing before he was woken up again.

And there she was, standing there just like before, her black and gold outfit on and the same sad smile on her face.

"Who are you?" he asked, taking a step towards her. She did not speak, she just kept looking at him, a look of curiosity now in her eyes. He waited only a few more moments before deciding to ask another question, she obviously wasn't going to answer that first question. "What do you want?"

Her smile seemed to grow a little less sad as she began to answer, "I have come to tell you that you must prepare the Narnians for Aslan's return."

He stared at her incredulously, Aslan? Aslan hadn't been in Narnia since before his people had arrived nearly 1300 years ago. "Aslan has abandoned them."

The sadness returned to her smile and he almost felt guilty about saying what he had with such bitterness and disbelief. "He hasn't abandoned the people," she said softly, "But he cannot help them if they do not help themselves."

"What?" he asked, he did not understand that logic.

"He can do nothing if the people do nothing," she explained, "You must get them to do something…"

"Why can you not do that?" he asked, he didn't even know Aslan, he didn't know any Narnians as well, didn't she know they were extinct?

"I can only guide you to do what is needed," she said, "I cannot lead you."

He didn't understand that either and was about to ask what she meant when a dull throbbing appeared in his head. He reached up to rub his forehead, the throbbing was getting worse…

There was a bright light as he opened his eyes to find himself lying down in a bed…in a hole…two narnians could be heard arguing in the next room. What had he gotten himself into?

IOI

He was nervous…so incredibly nervous. He was standing in the middle of the forest in the dark of the night surrounded by Narnians which he'd only recently learned did exist. They were not entirely pleased to have a Telmarine in their presence. Any wrong word out of his mouth could mean the end of his life and he'd never get a chance to make a difference…

Wait! That was it!

He opened his mouth and a string of words flowed from it actually shocking him with their passion and truth. He would make changes, he would. He'd give everything to help the Narnians, to give them back their land and their lives. He seemed to make an impact on them, they were much more at ease and pleased to be around him.

He'd finished his speech to be met with the cheers and applause of the Narnians. They each broke off into their own groups, going to talk stategy and rounding up their troops leaving Caspian by himself. He sunk to the ground in shock, that had gone much better than he'd thought it would.

"You did very well," a soft voice said behind him. He jumped a foot in the air, drawing his sword as he turned to face the intruder.

He nearly dropped his sword as he came face to face with the red haired woman he'd dreamt of last night. "You!" he shouted, stumbling back slightly.

"Hello Caspian," she said softly, staying where she was for fear of alarming him more.

He turned his head to the side, eyeing her warily as she just stood there. "You are real?" he asked, not knowing just what else he could say…he couldn't really think of anything to say, he was too shocked to see that she was actually standing there before him.

She nodded, smiling, "Of course I am," she said…but then her smile faded, "You have a difficult road ahead of you Caspian."

"What do you mean?" he asked, he didn't think he could handle anything else happening to him tonight.

She sighed, "You are leading the Narnians to war," she said, "It is not an easy thing to do."

He scoffed, finally putting his sword away, "You think I do not know this?"

"You do," she said, "But you must think of the consequencse if you lose, it will not just mean harm for you but for all of Narnia."

He was silent, hearing someone else speak so while the Narnians were so willing to fight…they hadn't made it sound so…dire.

"Things will get hard," she said, taking a small step towards him, "You must prepare, look for help, and be open to other options."

He looked down, the weight of what he was about to do finally hitting him. If he lost, the little that was left of the true Narnia would be destroyed. It wouldn't just be male Telmarine soldiers who would die, it would be all the Narnians as well, the women and the children...

"Things will be alright," he heard her whisper so softly that he wasn't even sure he'd heard her. He looked up only to find her missing. He spun around and around trying to spy her through the trees and leaves of the forest.

He was about to take off in the last direction he'd heard her speak when another voice cut into his thoughts. "My lord," he turned to see Reepicheep standing on a rock, "We must talk stragegy."

Caspian looked around the forest once more before turning back to the noble mouse and following him away wondering if he'd just imagined all that.

IOI

It was very early the next morning that they set out for the Broken Table monument, the tomb built around the magical tables that Aslan himself had broken…or so it was rumored. Word had been sent out to all Narnia to meet at the site in order to round the troops and finish their plans for attack. He was lagging behind the group of creatures just thinking about everything that had happened in the last couple days.

He'd run for his life from his family that was trying to kill him. He'd entered the forest he and his people were ban from entering. Been knocked out by a dwarf…a Narnian. Discovered the existence of Narnians, befriended them, and was now leading them to war against his own people.

Not to mention, he'd encountered a girl that he wasn't even sure really existed.

"Of course I exist," a voice said next to him. He jumped as he seemed to be making a habit of recently. There she was, the girl from last night, walking right beside him.

"Ahh!" he yelped, before quickly looking up. None of the Narnians seemed to notice that he'd said anything, nor did they seem to notice the new addition to their numbers. But then again…he was bringing up the rear so no one would feel the need to turn and face him.

"My apologies," she muttered seeing that she had scared him.

"What do you want?" he asked, still wary of her.

"I have come to tell you great news from Aslan," she said, smiling at the shocked and awed expression on the young prince's face.

"Aslan?" he asked, "He's…he's real?"

She let out a laugh, "He's as real as I am."

He eyed her not sure that the comment really helped him any, he wasn't too sure just how real she was. "What is the news?"

Her smile widened, "Reinforcements have arrived."

That was all she said before she literally disappeared from his view. He spun around looking for her when a movement caught his eye just a little ways ahead of him. He ran forward thinking that it was the woman but ran faster when he realized it was not. It was instead a man sneaking up on one of the Minotaurs with a sword in his hand.

He jumped, slamming his own sword against the strangers, locking him in combat. He did not know that he was currently fighting High King Peter of Old…nor did he know that the woman he'd spoken with had sent him and his siblings dreams of Aslan that had gotten them on the move towards his small army…

A/N - Well...the story is mostly based on the movie. I'm going to try to make most chapters fit with something that happened in the movie so that it could almost actually happen lol.