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A Year Later…

I looked down from my post in the tall trees hidden by the large green leaves of the oak watching a group of Telmarine soldiers shooting at another Telmarine and two Narnians. My name is Rosella, but everyone knows me as the Scarlett Archer because of my red hooded cape. My siblings and I patrol the along the river the serves as the Telmarine border between Narnia and Telmarine making sure they don't cross into the Dark Forest, and providing sanctuary for Narnian refugees.

"What are you planning to do, Archer?" Reepicheep, a small woodland mouse wearing a golden ring with a red feather on his right ear and a needle-like sword on his leather belt, asked me urgently.

"You and your men go take down the soldiers. I'll deal with the other Telmarine," I ordered and he nodded scurrying down the tree with his mice men. You see over the past year, my family has been able to form a league of hooded vigilantes to protect the Narnians since we last saw Aslan, and we've become relatively well known gaining many allies and enemies. We steal from the rich Telmarines every now and then, and give to the poor Narnians. Snapping out of my thoughts, I smirked as the Reepicheep and his mice began defeating the soldiers, so I silently jumped down from the tree landing in a graceful crouch behind the wanted Telmarine making him whirl around to look at me with fear.

"Y-You're the Scarlett Archer," the Telmarine, no older than I, stated stammering nervously and I chuckled lightly crossing my arms.

"The one and only, but this isn't about me now, is it? I want to know why a bunch of Telmarine soldiers are shooting after one Prince Telmarine in the forests of my homeland, Narnia," I said coldly pointing my golden sword at his neck making him gulp looking at the razor sharp point of my blade. The prince was a good head taller than me with long fluffy dark chocolate brown hair reaching just below his ears, brown eyes, tanned skin and old clothes. He's handsome in a way, but not by much.

"Scarlett! Put your blade away!" Trufflehunter (also an ally) the badger shouted limping over to me with the help of Nikabrik the black dwarf. I've never trusted Nikabrik or any black dwarf in general because of their support of the White Witch.

"Why should I?" I asked not taking my indigo eyes off the trespasser until what he said shook me to the core.

"He's the one who blew the horn," Trufflehunter stated matter-of-factly and I reluctantly sheathed my sword lost in my thoughts as that one sentence struck a cord in my lost memories.

Flashback

"Susan, trust in this bow and it will not easily miss," Father Christmas reassured her and she looked at the bow and arrows skeptically, but she kept them nonetheless. "And you don't seem to have a problem with making yourself known, blow on this and wherever you are help will come." Father Christmas told her sternly and she nodded in understanding.

"Thanks." She said quietly.

Flashback Over

The horn of Queen Susan the Gentle! That's what he meant! It's been foretold that the horn is supposed to have magical powers to summon the kings and queens of old in dire times. They might be on their way right now!

"Then let him bring it forth," a deep voice commanded and I saw a tall dark skinned centaur with long twisting black hair standing with a huge group of other Narnians. Glenstorm the Centaur also a close ally. Caspian held out the carved ivory roaring lion horn for all the present Narnians to see making many gasp in astonishment. I turned only to stop when I felt someone call my name.

"Scarlett Archer will you join us for the meeting tonight?" Glenstorm asked and I thought for a moment before shaking my head.

"As tempting as that sounds, Glen, I can't. I need to head back home and make sure everything's going smoothly. I'll ask Reepicheep what happened tomorrow,"I told distractedly.

"Very well. Aslan be with you and the League," Glenstorm called and I nodded saying the same thing and walked away.

Jack's P.O.V.

Curiously, I watched as a group of four people roughly around me and my siblings' ages follow our fellow ally Trumpkin through the woods as if they were looking for something. The strangest thing was was that the four people following him looked vaguely familiar, as if I'd seen them in a dream or memory perhaps. Could they be the Kings and Queens of old? There's a girl about my age (11) wearing a red dress with long straight dark brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin and a couple of cute freckles on her nose. She's really pretty, no not pretty, pretty isn't the right word for her, more like beautiful in an innocent child-like way.

I didn't notice Trumpkin stopping the group aiming an arrow up at me until an arrow flew up into my tree missing my head by a centimeter, so I aimed a rope attached to an arrow hitting a nearby tree and using my long ebony bow as a handle, slid down from my perch landing in a crouched position in front of them. Unfortunately, my brown hooded cloak flew off my head while I was landing revealing my head of muddy brown and slight blonde hair and my indigo eyes to the group.

"Oh, it's just you, sorry about that," Trumpkin apologized in his deep voice and I nodded reassuring him. Then, the strangest thing happened.

"Jackie!" the girl in the red dress exclaimed joyfully knocking me to the ground in a bear hug tears streaming down her face. I blushed heavily with the beautiful girl on top of me while everyone else just stared at me with mixed emotions. Trumpkin with confusion and shock (I can relate with him), the beautiful girl in the red dress had her eyes closed in joy, a blonde haired boy with blue eyes was looking at me with hope and happiness, the tall girl with long straight brown hair in a gray dress and arrows looked at me with happiness and shock and another guy with short dark brown hair with brown eyes was staring at me with relief and excitement. How do they even know my nickname anyways?

"Um…who are you people?" I asked blushing shyly as the girl scrambled off me with a slight blush on her cheeks looking at me in confusion.

"You mean…you don't remember?" the little girl asked sadly and confused making me tilt my head in confusion with a raised eyebrow.

"I'd think I'd remember seeing you if I knew you," I pointed out cautiously brushing the leaves off my brown deer skinned pants, white long sleeved shirt and my long brown cloak.

"Wait a minute, how do you know him if you haven't been in Narnia for the past hundred years?" Trumpkin demanded confused and they each shared an unreadable look. I raised an eyebrow up at them confused. They haven't been in Narnia for the past hundred years? That's impossible! Unless…

"We traveled to Narnia for the first time together with him and his family," the older brown haired girl stated slowly and then I was hit with a memory.

Flashback

"Maybe we can hide in this wardrobe," I suggested to Lucy.

"Impossible," Susan said staring at the snow covered land in awe making me smirk triumphantly.

"I don't think apologizing would make it up to you?" Peter said looking at us sheepishly.

"Just because someone hands you a sword doesn't make you a hero!" Susan screamed at Peter as the river was melting faster.

Flashback Over

I gasped as the memories rushed through my mind like a slide projector gripping my temples in slight agitation. I grunted as the memories stilled somewhat, but they all went by so fast that it was hard to understand any of them.

"Are you okay, Jackie?" the girl in the red dress asked concerned and I nodded breathing heavily squeezing my eyes shut tight.

"Kid, what's wrong with you? If you're not feeling too good you should head back to the Hideout before your siblings kill you," Trumpkin suggested and the others gasped in astonishment.

"Wait, you're siblings are alive? Here in Narnia?" the red dressed girl asked excitedly and I nodded sighing heavily.

"I'm fine, Trumpkin, and if my siblings think there's something even slightly wrong with me they won't even let me bathe in privacy," I replied calmly pulling up my hood to hide my face.

"So you really don't remember us?" the red dressed girl asked heartbroken making me wince in guilt.

"No…not…really. Should I remember you though?" I asked nervously not wanting to make her upset or worse cry.

"We're your friends," the red dressed girl said her voice cracking and I looked down at my leather clad boots in shame and guilt.

"I'm really sorry, but…I can't help it if my siblings can't remember anything since…" I trailed eyes widening realizing that I said too much so I just stopped talking altogether.

"Since what?" Trumpkin asked suspiciously and I shook my head as a response turning around to leave. "Listen, Rocky, we need to get to the other Narnians pronto and we need LOA's help," Trumpkin said helplessly making my stop in my tracks. The LOA stands for the League of Archers, which is the name of my family's band of Narnian archers and fighters who defend the dark forests. Rosie's always telling me to help people in need and Trumpkin's one of our closest allies who needs help, and he never asks for help.

"Follow me," I stated quietly walking in front of everyone to lead the way back to the same clearing that Aslan left us in before he left.