Sorry for the delay. There have been issues in my life. Still here's chapter number 2!

The smoke, which was pure white and slow, rose high into the sky, seeming to join forces with a large cloud there. It was in a woodland area that was encircled in a large dip centered between a large hill. The hill's perfect shape suggested that once upon a time there had been a great castle there, but other than the foundations, the rest was wild and unkempt now. Towards the Eastern side was the sea, which only about twenty minutes previously had been a calm, deep blue, was now starting to grow rapidly grey and restless. The sands from the beach stretched very far in toward land. If you were to stand on the hill's ridge looking down at the beach like the three Pevensies were, it would look as though the sand dessolved it's beautiful golden colour into a vivid green where the grass began to grow, and then blend with some white flowers that grew on the hill sides. To the Western side of the great hill, there was merely grass land, but if you stood on the hill's circular ridge, you'd see a dark line on the horizon, where a large forest began, and a grey blob that looked like a mountain sticking out of it.

"It's definitely from a small fire. Maybe someone's set up camp or something," said Lucy, and began clambering down further into the dip toward the forest.

"Careful Lu," Peter reached out for her hand to help guide her safely.

"I do have legs, you know Peter. I know they're short and everything..."

"It's not an accident I'm worried about Lucy. This place is a bit weird, people might think we're intruders."

"That's never stopped us before."

"Yeah, but none of us is armed," said Edmund, though he was casting wary looks up at the steadily greying sky rather than the darkness of the trees in front of them, "I don't know, Pete. Maybe we should go toward the western woods. We're pretty much sitting ducks like this."

The three of them gazed into the trees nervously. It was impossibly dark in there, and they all wondered who on earth would go in there at all, let alone set up camp.

"I reckon they're lost," said Lucy squinting up to see the smoke continue snaking up into the heavens, "We should go. Even the trees are blind in there."

"If we try to get some light, rations and weapons, we should go back to see if they are okay." Edmund carefully began climbing back up the ridge and over, Peter and Lucy following swiftly.

"Yes," said Peter, drawing himself up in a business like way, "we'll make for the large forest over there. It looks like the western woods."

"How would you know?" said Lucy as they clambered down the grassy hill, "It's been over a thousand years since we last had a good look at Narnia."

"I know how to carry a map in my head, Lu."

"It's because I already said they were the western woods," said Edmund.

The three of them walked toward the dark line that was the forest, taking in the fresh Narnian air. As they got closer to the forest it began to rain, and they could see the top of the mountain. Lucy and Peter put their coats back on, but Edmund, who had not been wearing one, had to cope with the cold drops that were getting heavier.

When they reached the trees, they found that the base of the mountain spread for several meters around, and it's rock was the type that had large, deep scratches etched into it, as though someone had taken a sword and gone wild. The mountain itself, they found wasn't actually a mountain. It was really a large rock spire that was about a quarter of a mile wide and stretched high into the sky. There were also deep paths that wound all over it, almost like a large, complicated spiral staircase.

"There is something... quite familiar about it," said Lucy, as they nervously walked past it and further into the dark woods. "Here, I've got my torch with me."

Lucy stopped and reached into her coat pocket. "Here it is. Oh you poor thing Ed, you're going to catch cold!"

"I'll cope, but I'd like it if we found shelter some time soon... what's that noise?" Edmund, Lucy and Peter all perked their ears up.

There was a fast, thumping noise coming somewhere out of the darkness.

"It's hooves!" said Peter, pulling Lucy back a little.

Finally, Lucy's torch caught the shine of someone's armour in the distance. "Hello?" she called.

The man on the horse came closer, and then finally he stopped right next to them. He was a Telmarine, which they knew due to the helmet that was shaped like a bearded face and the metal which his chainmail was made from. His clothes bore no mention of King Caspian, nor any of his predessesors. The helmet had a coat of arms that clearly was this man's family's. It was an owl and a bat, fighting over a dagger. The man was very big and muscular.

The man pointed at Lucy, "You, how do you make light with that stick?" His voice was angry, and rather arrogant.

"It's... a torch. It's rather difficult to explain." She smiled up at him, but the man gave no sign of sharing her amusement.

"Witch," he hissed, triumphantly, "A disgusting descendant of Jadis."

"Now look here!" Started Peter indignantly, "Lucy is not..."

But before anyone was prepared for it, the man grabbed Lucy by the back of her coat and, holding her in an incredibly dangerous manner on a horse, rode off at breakneck speed into the darkness, Lucy's screams echoing into the distance.

"LUCY!!" Cried both brothers. They ran like they had never run before. Nothing had prepared them for this. Nothing. Nothing.