Hey, guys,

Here is chapter three!

QueenOfSilver- Yayyyy! I'm so happy you're excited for the rest of the story! I have so many twists and turns and emotions planned for the continuation *laughs evilly*

Guest- Thank you for catching that… that's what happens when you type up a chapter at like 12:00 on a memorial day… Sorry!

Also, the answer to the second question was The Horse and His Boy (it's the third Narnia book, but does not have a movie).

Enjoy!


Edmund knelt on the cracked cobblestones and examined the boulder before him.

"Catapults," he announced, his tone grim.

His siblings looked over in blank confusion.

"What?" Peter asked in confusion.

Edmund rolled his eyes at him, turning to survey the ruins.

"This didn't just happen, Cair Paravel was attacked."


"I can't believe it. It's all still here," Peter breathed, taking in the dusty chamber. Debris was spread across the ancient treasure chamber. His bright blue roamed the room, before landing on a battered, dust covered shield.

His siblings ran over and raised the lids to their respective chests. No one noticed the flicker of blue magic as protection spell broke. Lucy pulled out a dress and held it up to her body.

"I was so tall," she sighed, facing Susan.

"You were older then," the Gentle Queen replied with a smile.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later…. When you're younger." Edmund turned to his sisters. He wore a battle helmet, several sizes too big for him.

Peter blew the dust off of the shield, revealing the roaring face of a familiar lion.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he mumbled, raising his eyes to the statue that stood behind his own chest. He took a step forward. Susan started suddenly.

"What is it?" Lucy asked immediately.

"My horn," she said. "I must have left it on my saddle the day we went back."

The three younger Pevensies watched as their older brother, the High King of Narnia, slowly raised the lid of his own stone chest. Faint blue energy drifted out of the chests interior and trickled down both of its sides before dissipating.

He pulled out Rhindon, not noticing the folded piece of yellowed paper that fluttered to the ground, and unsheathed the ancient sword. The steel blade gleamed in the faint sunlight that streamed in through the chambers broken roof.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death…" Peter recited, running a hand over the blade's inscription.

"…And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." Lucy's eyes filled with sadness as she lowered her voice and continued: "Everyone we knew…. Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers… They're all gone."

The four exchanged silent looks as they thought about how time had affected their beloved country.

As if pulled by a magnet, Edmund turned his head. A small, yellowed piece of paper lying in the dust caught his eye.

"What do you reckon this is?" he picked it up carefully, afraid that it might crumble at his touch.

"By Jove," he muttered, turning the page over, "It's from Emily!"

In a single, fluid motion, Peter swept the paper from his brother's hands. He unfolded the parchment and stared at the familiar cramped and minuscule handwriting.

"Well? Aren't you going to read it, Pete?"

Taking a deep breath, the Magnificent King began to read.

"Peter. Susan. Edmund. Lucy.

Magnificent. Gentle. Just. Valiant.

I do not know if you shall ever find this, or if we, fates forbid, never meet again. I must tell you a few things.

You four are not only the rulers of the four thrones; not only the chosen of Aslan, or even the four whom ended the White Witch's icy reign; you are first and foremost the Pevensies. And you should do well not to forget this." Peter paused, taking a deep breath.

"Lucy- Your name comes from the Latin word "Lux" which means Light. You are the light, the light which shows the lost the way home. You led us into Narnia; you opened our eyes to the truth. You are the shining beacon in the darkness, which guides us back into the light. You bring joy and happiness to all who surround you.

Edmund- Your name means "Protector". You are Just and fair towards those who have done wrong, and will travel to the end of the world if you must, to protect your family. You are a great friend and someone who can always be depended on no matter what." The High King's voice cracked; his voice thick with emotion. He turned his head away, choking down a sob, he silently handed the note to Susan.

The Gentle Queen took the paper and cleared her throat, blinking the wetness that had formed, out of her eyes.

"Susan- You is as graceful and gentle as the lily you were named after. You are calm and level headed, thinking your words before stating them for the public; and when we ride out to war, you are the one whom keeps Cair Paravel safe for our return.

Peter- Your name means "rock". You are not only Narnia's High King, but you are your sibling's rock, their shelter. You will do anything for them and they will do the same for you. You are a great king, a great friend, and are truly missed.

I am truly honored to have fought alongside you, as comrades in arms, equals, and as soldiers. I miss you all intensely and wait for your return to Narnia.

May the Lion watch over and protect you wherever your life shall lead.

Signed,

Elizabeth Clarke, Guardian and Protector of Narnia, Lieutenant of Aslan, second knight of the Order of the Great Lion, and Regent of Narnia."

The four stood there, shell-shocked, staring at the page in Susan's hands.

Susan's face was filled with guilt. Edmund was red-eyed with tears. Peter's face was an unreadable mask of emotion. Lucy stood near him, her small hand rested on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Do… do you think she's even here? In Narnia?"

"There's only one way to check." Within a moment, the eldest Pevensie had crossed the debris-covered floor and stood in front of the Guardian's chest. He muttered a small prayer to Aslan and raised the lid.

A sound like a gunshot, or the crack of a whip filled the room, making the walls shake. Cobalt-colored energy seeped out of the walls, out of their weapons, out of everything in the room. It slowly disappeared, leaving only the faint smell of ozone behind.

"Magic!" Lucy said excitedly. "Who do you suppose…." She trailed off, seeing her sibling's expressions.

"Oh."

Inside the stone box, lying atop a suit of dwarf-made chainmail and assorted weapons was a small silver chain adorned with a matching lion charm; next to it laid Emily's dagger.

"Why would she leave them behind?" Edmund asked curiously, watching, as his brother fastened the delicate blade to his weapon's belt. "She always has them with her."

Peter handed the necklace to Lucy. "Keep it safe." At her questioning look, he added, "I would wear it, but I would look rather foolish, don't you think?"

Edmund snorted. "Serves you right; you did give me that ladies coat to wear last time we were here."

The four broke into smiles at Edmund's statement. Susan helped Lucy put on the necklace, locking the clasp slowly into place.

"Anyway," Peter said. "I think it's time we figured out what's going on."


Emily breathed hard. It was two days since Cornelius had helped her escape the castle. The half-dwarf had led her through a series of secret passageways which ended at a rusting metal gate that led to the woods.

*Stay within the trees and you'll find them. It's where they hide." The doctor said, throwing a dark cloak over the girl's body."

"You mean the Narnian's?" she asked, attaching the sword he handed her to her belt.

He nodded. "Stick to the tree line-"the dwarf looked over his shoulder nervously. Alarm bells had started to ring. Flocks of birds had been sent flying from the nearby greenery.

Emily turned to leave, taking the bells as her cue. The Professor grabbed her wrist.

"If you should find him, keep Caspian safe. Please..." he pleaded. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Aslan's Lieutenant closed her eyes and exhaled, clearing her mind. "Fine," she said, reopening her eyes.

The doctor's face lit up with a smile. "Thank you Milady, your father would be proud."*

Emily looked around at the shrubbery around her. Ever since then she had been wandering aimlessly in the woods, hoping, searching for a sign. All the while her mind had wandered, repeatedly landing on one question- Where the Pevensies in Narnia? - And if they were- where were they? Did they find Prince Caspian already?

A rustling in the leaves drew her attention. She drew the Telmarine sword.

By Aslan, the amount of hate she felt for the blade was unimaginable. The Guardian had more hate for a piece of steel than she had for any adversary she had ever faced (maybe except for Jadis and Miraz). Emily loathed every moment she needed to use the blade. She would give anything to have her own dagger in her hands.

"Who's there?" she called out, blade held aloft.

A horse burst through the undergrowth suddenly. Emily jumped back to not get trampled.

"Whoa, Miss Clarke, I don't wanna be a horse-ke-bob!"

The girl broke into a smile. "Fledge!"

"You rang for a handsome horse?"

Narnia's Guardian threw her arms around the pegasus' chestnut body. "How…How are you here?"

"Well, I am immortal. Aslan also said you might need some assistance- "his tone was full of pride."- So I said that it would be a great honor you know? And-"

"Fledge," Emily said, cutting of the horse's rambling. "We should get going. Telmarine soldiers could be here any second."

"Of course, Emily," he said as she mounted him. "Any specific location?"

She shook her head. "Just fly," she mumbled. "Just fly."


"Prince Caspian?" Peter asked slowly, watching the dark-haired boy before him.

"Yes," he answered brusquely, taking a half-a-step closer. "And you are?"

"PETER!"

Just in time, Susan, Edmund, and Trumpkin appeared from behind the bushes that surrounded the clearing, weapons drawn.

Caspian glanced down at the blade he held in shock. It's hilt was topped with a golden, lion-shaped pommel.

"High King…Peter?" he choked, looking up at the blonde in wonder.

The Magnificent King smirked. "I believe you called?" he asked mockingly.

"Well yes, but…" he swallowed. "I thought you'd be… older."

Trumpkin bit his lip.

"Well, if you'd like, we can come back in a few years." Peter began to turn away.

The Telmarine Prince stepped forward quickly. "No!"

The eldest Pevensie gave him a sarcastic glance.

"No," Caspian continued hurriedly, "That's alright. You're just… you're not what I expected." His gaze drifted over the four, before flicking back to Susan. She blushed.

"Well, neither are you," Edmund said, eyeing a Minotaur carefully.

Trufflehunter stepped towards the group of royals. "A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes."

"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege. Our hearts and swords are at your service." Reepicheep bowed low, his sword drawn in salute.

"Oh my gosh, he is so cute!" Lucy whispered to Susan.

The mouse whipped around, his sword brandished wildly. "Who said that?"

The two sisters exchanged a glance.

"Sorry," Lucy mumbled, taking a step towards him.

"Oh, uh…. Your majesty," the mouse stumbled for words, his voice softening. "With the greatest respect… I do believe courageous, courteous, of chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia."

Susan and Trumpkin chuckled at the mouse's words.

"Well, at least some of you know how to handle a blade," Peter said, his voice filled with a faint scorn, his eyes on the Telmarine prince.

"Yes, indeed. And I have recently been putting it to good use collecting weapons for your army, sire."

Caspian flinched twice, as if Reepicheep's words "Your" and "army" had been two separate slaps. Nevertheless, he held Rhindon out to the blonde monarch. "Well, then you'll probably be wanting yours back."

Peter took the blade wordlessly, sheathed it, and walked away, leaving Caspian standing with the others.

As the Narnian's began walking, moving towards the How, Edmund Pevensie fell into step beside Miraz's nephew.

"Ignore him. Peter can be a real prat when he's worried about something. He'll calm down soon enough."

Caspian stared at him.

"Oh, right. I'm Edmund… the Just," he added with an afterthought.

"I know… My tutor used to read me stories of Narnia's Golden Age… Is it true the tree's used to dance?"

Ed chuckled. "You would need to ask Lucy. She'll be able to answer that better than I."

After a few moments of silence, the Telmarine spoke.

"You said that King Peter-"

"Peter, just Peter; you don't have to address as King of Queen. We're only kids, like you, whether Pete decides to admit it or not."

"You-you said that Peter was distraught… Why so?"

Edmund sighed. "You know the stories. We may have been the ruling monarchs, however, we had help. Alongside us was a girl, named Emily. She was the Guardian of Narnia. She was a friend, guardian, protector, babysitter, and teacher. On our last day here, we found that he fancied her. Right now, only Aslan knows where she is now." He looked away, a wistful expression on his face.

"You were close friends?"

Edmund's silence confirmed Caspian's suspicions. "What does she look like?"

A centaur, Glenstorm, passed them, a tired out Lucy sat on his back. "Majesties."

The light began to filter through the green canopy in larger quantities. The sun's rays danced on the dark-haired Pevensie as he faced the Telmarine.

"She has golden-blonde- colored hair and warm brown eyes… like chocolate."

Prince Caspian, amid his joy of meeting the Kings and Queens of old, failed to realize the Lady Alyssia of Archenland fit the Just King's description perfectly.

"I will make sure scouts are sent out once we reach the How."

His companion smiled. "Thank you Caspian."

"Anything for a friend."

The Narnian party broke through the line of trees, revealing a clearing. Standing tall at the far end of the meadow was a fortification made of stone. The Pevensies stopped and stared.

Caspian grinned and moved forward. "Welcome to Aslan's How."


Doctor Cornelius hurried down the hall. Two leather-bound books on Old Narnia clutched in his grasp. He entered his book-filled study, not noticing the figure leaning against one of the shelves.

"You have quite the library, doctor," Miraz said, snapping the book he was reading shut, causing the half-dwarf to jump slightly.

"Is there anything in particular you seek, my lord?" the Tutor folder his glasses closed and placed them gently on his cluttered desk.

The Usurper came forward, stepping up to the table. "I think I already found what I'm looking for…" He stabbed a red-tipped arrow into the book that lay open on the desk. "…In one of my soldiers!"

Cornelius looked stricken as he observed the skewered page. It showed the four Kings and Queens and Narnia's Guardian on horseback. Miraz sat down in the chair, propping his boots up on the wooden table.

"What do you know of Queen Susan's horn?" Miraz's tone was cool, controlled, and clipped.

"It…It was said to be magic."

"Magic?"

Cornelius began to pace, evidently quite nervous. "The Narnian's believed it could summon their Kings and Queens of old. At least," he added, eyeing the Telmarine, "such was the superstition."

"And what does Caspian know of this…. Superstition?"

"My lord," he stammered, "You forbade me from mentioning the old tales."

"So I did," Miraz stated dryly, jerking his chin.

The doctor noticed Glozelle standing near the door.

"I will say this. If Caspian does know of the deep magic, my lord would have good reason to be nervous."

Miraz smiled slyly. "You know, that is very similar to what the Guardian said. It is too bad she is not here. You two would have been good friends."


"We aren't getting anywhere, Fledge! We're no closer to finding the Narnian's then we are to finding Aslan, or bringing back the White Witch!"

Emily was frustrated. The pair had looked everywhere for some sort of sign. They had tried Cair Paravel, Beruna, Beaverstown… Even the Dancing Lawn! No clue to where they were hiding.

"Fledge, we've searched everywhere! Where do you think they…" the girl trailed off, her eyes widened suddenly. "What are the odds they're camped in the same place as last time?"

"Umm... Well, I would have to say close to none, milady. How would they even know where the great and mighty Aslan's encampment was thirteen-thousand years ago?"

"It's worth a try," she said, climbing onto the Pegasus's bare back. "Fledge, head towards the stone table."

He launched into the air. Moments later, they had landed in a green meadow. On the far side of the field, casting a shadow over majority of the grass, stood a stone structure.

Emily was about to wave it away as a Telmarine training camp, until she saw the faun standing just out of sight on one of the upper levels of the fortress.

"I think we found them."


"It's only a matter of time. Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting his castle," Peter stated. The remaining talking Narnian's quickly quieted down.

The Pevensies and Caspian had called a meeting to discuss their next move. For now, all it had been was Peter and the Telmarine baiting each other, a contest of power.

Reepicheep looked up at him. "What do you propose we do, Sire?"

"We-"Caspian started, just as Peter said: "Our-"

The High King glared at the other monarch. Caspian conceded, giving Peter the spotlight. Edmund and Lucy rolled their eyes at the pair.

Peter turned back to the Narnians. "Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," he continued, ignoring Miraz's nephew completely.

"But that's crazy," Caspian stated. "No one has ever taken that castle."

Peter sighed. "There's always a first time."

"We'll have the element of surprise," Trumpkin added on, watching the prince carefully.

"But we have the advantage here," Caspian argued. The castle was too well fortified, what Peter was proposing was impossible.

Susan stood at his side. "If we dig in, we could probably hold them off indefinitely."

He smiled inwardly.

"I, for one, feel safer underground," Trufflehunter said.

That's two on my side, Caspian thought. If I could just get King Edmund to see reason-

"Look, I appreciate what you've done," The blonde Pevensie said to him, cutting off the Telmarine's train of thought. "But this isn't a fortress, it's a tomb."

"Yes, and if the Telmarines are smart, they'll just starve us out," Edmund said, leaning forward.

"We could collect nuts!"

Everyone looked oddly at the talking squirrel.

"Oh yes," Reepicheep responded, his voice laced with heavy sarcasm. "And throw them at the Telmarines!… Shut up!" The mouse turned to Peter. "I think you know where I stand on this, Sire."

Peter gave him a grateful smile, before turning to Glenstorm. "If I can get your troops in, can you handle the guards?"

The centaur glanced nervously at Prince Caspian. The boy sent Glenstorm a pleading look. The centaur bit his lip.

"Or die trying, my liege."

"That's what I'm worried about."

The group turned to the Valiant Queen in confusion.

"Sorry?" Peter's voice was coated with puzzlement.

"Well," she started. "You're all acting like there are only two options: Dying here, or dying there."

"I'm not sure you've really been listening, Lu," Peter insisted.

"I'm going to have to agree with Lucy, Pete. The world isn't black and white. Sometimes, you just need to look for the rainbow in between," A familiar voice cut in from the doorway.

The Pevensie's faces turned to those of shock.

"Emily?"


Hehe…. So… what'd you people think?

Most of this chapter was from the movie with a few lines from me inserted in here and there, so yeah…

Anyway, there are TWO Percy Jackson references in this chapter. You know the drill…. Those who guess correctly must fight to the death to win a shoutout :) Just kidding, no fight to the death….

Also, have you guy's heard about Narnia's revival with "The Silver Chair" movie that's coming out?! I don't know about you guys, but I am really excited for it. I have loved Narnia for so long and if it's really coming out…. I will be freaking ecstatic.

Please review and all that stuff….

Ttyl

Liz