"LUCY!" Susan yelled.

The five others rushed over to the cliff, looking down into the deep, rocky gorge, terrified of seeing Lucy's small body scattered among the sharp, gray rocks.

"Here!" Lucy's voice rang up. The others let out a sigh of relief and smiled, their hearts eased. Lucy looked up at them smiling, and carefully stood. She motioned to follow her and began to make her way down the gorge. Peter motioned the others ahead of him. He first helped Susan down, and then lowered Evelyn down onto the path, making sure she didn't fall. Soon they were all stumbling down the crooked path that led to the river below. They adjusted their feet to the uneven ground and carried on until they reached a rocky path across the river. They all slid their feet over the smooth stones, getting traction on their slippery surface. Evelyn moved over the stones as if they were even ground. She smiled, knowing the air of Narnia was affecting her, making her the queen she once was. Lucy almost tripped at one point, but was easily caught by Trumpkin, who stood right behind her. Evelyn saw Lucy look up, her eyes over-whelmed by the height of the rocks above them. It didn't take long until they were across the river and into the leafy cover of the woods again. They didn't talk much, they mostly just went along, staring at the beauty, and un-natural stillness of Narnia around them.

At one point though, the six of them were walking through the trees, with sunlight streaming down onto them through the green canopy when they heard the rustling of leaves. Lucy stopped and stared and the others looked back as well. The leaves span around until there was a badly formed green dryad standing in front of them. He looked so weak… so sad. Suddenly he screamed, a low terrified scream of someone in pain, and the leaves burst apart like popcorn kernels, floating to the ground in front of them. From somewhere very far away, Evelyn thought she heard the chopping of wood, like an echo on the wind. She knew what had happened. Those Telmarines, the ones building the bridge across the Ford of Beruna, they must have cut down the dryads tree. She looked at Lucy sadly, and they walked on, not saying a word.

After a while, and hours of walking the sun began to set and the world turned dim. They found a clearing and put down their things, easing their sore feet. Trumpkin got some wood from the forest nearby, and they started a fire. They didn't talk much. Evelyn sat next to Edmund, staring into the flickering yellow and orange flames. Soon the others fell asleep… or seemed to. It was Trumpkin, Susan and Lucy who stayed awake, but Evelyn was oblivious to all this, her mind was sleeping, and she was having a beautiful dream.

She walked through Narnia, and it was bright and alive again. She felt like she was once again in Aslan's camp, walking amongst the trees that were bright in the Narnian sun and danced to the music of the wind. The leaves were green, and suddenly dryads were all around her. The pink petals of their bodies flew around her, their voices brushing against her skin. The music of Narnia swelled in her heart, and she was happy. She made her way through the forest, taking in the sight around her. She was home. Suddenly a voice, low and strong, but barely audible, like a touch of wind.

"Evelyn." It said. She followed it. She walked up a hill, and saw before her a lion, strong and brave, with a mane of gold.

"Aslan?!" Evelyn cried, running to him. He laughed quietly as she hugged his soft mane. She let the gold fur brush against her face.

"I missed you so. Narnia as well." She said to him, smiling and rubbing his nose.

"Of course you have, daughter. Narnia is your home, and you shall always come back to it, whether it be in yourself or in your dreams."

"I'm sorry I didn't come after you before. I had to stay with-"

"I understand. I know the laws of deep magic as well as anyone. You should not be guilty, child."

She looked down.

"I don't know what to do. About… anything. The prophecy…"

"The prophecy will play itself out… in time. For now, stay with the Kings and Queens. Help them. Help Narnia."

She smiled, her face lighting up.

"I will, Aslan." Suddenly, she blinked, and when she opened her eyes, she saw not Aslan, but darkness, and felt blue fabric on her face. She pressed her eyelids together, and opened them again, trying to figure out where she was. She picked up her head, and everything made sense to her. The blue fabric on her face had been Edmund's arm, she'd rolled next to him in her sleep. She shook her head and sat up, adjusting her eyes to the rosy, morning light. She looked around and saw that Lucy was gone. She thought about waking the others, but didn't. Instead, she got up by herself and headed through the trees, looking for Lucy.

When she got up the hill, she recognized the grove of trees she had seen in her dream. She saw Lucy walking through them, but she soon disappeared around a bend. Evelyn followed her, hardly making a sound on the soft ground. She came up behind Lucy, and touched her shoulder gently, so she didn't startle her. Lucy turned around, eyes wide, but calmed down when she saw Evelyn. Lucy looked back a head, and suddenly took a step forward.

"Aslan?" she said, but suddenly a hand was over her mouth, and another around Evelyn's waist, pulling them both back. Evelyn grabbed the hand on her waist, then turned to see Peter's familiar face, and stayed silent. He quietly pulled out his sword, holding a finger to his lips and went ahead. Evelyn silently climbed a tree nearby, so she could see better. She saw Peter heading toward a black, armor-clad Minotaur, when suddenly another form came running toward him.

"Peter!" she shouted, and he held up his sword, blocking the other boys attack. Evelyn thought of jumping down to help, but she had left her sword in the clearing, and she knew Peter preferred to fight his own battles. The two fought for a moment, their swords clashing and the metal glinting in the sun. Peter disarmed the other boy, and swung at him, getting his sword stuck in a tree. The other brown haired boy kicked him back, and he fumbled, grabbing a rock and holding it up.

"Stop!" Evelyn yelled at the same time Lucy shouted:

"No, stop!"

They did, and suddenly the clearing was filled with… Narnians! Evelyn's heart soared to see armor-clad Satyrs and sword-bearing Centaurs around them. There were so many Narnians. Peter swallowed hard and turned back to the other boy, who now held Peter's own sword up to his throat.

"Prince Caspian?" Peter said, his voice slightly skeptic and disbelieving.

"Yes." Caspian replied, "and who are you?"

"Peter!" Evelyn turned and saw Susan. Her voice was sharp. Edmund and Trumpkin followed behind them. Evelyn hopped down from the limb she was on, landing low on the ground. Caspian looked shocked to see them all, especially Evelyn who had landed nearly right next to him. Evelyn saw Trumpkin look around, obviously shocked to see so many Narnians together in one place.

Caspian looked down at the sword he was holding, and suddenly seemed to see the writing engraved into its gleaming blade, and the head of Aslan on its hilt.

"High King Peter?" Caspian asked disbelievingly.

"I believe you called." Peter said, slightly superiorly.

"Well, yes," Caspian said, "but I thought you'd be… older." Evelyn smiled to herself. 'We were once,' she thought in her head.

"Well if you like," Peter said, turning away, "we can come back in a few years."

"No! No that's alright," Caspian said quickly, obviously afraid they would actually leave, "you're just… you're not exactly what I expected." He finished, looking at each of the Kings and Queens in turn, his eye coming back to Susan. Evelyn looked at her, smiling. Caspian obviously had a crush.

Susan smiled slightly, looking back at Caspian. Evelyn nudged Edmund and winked.

"Neither are you." He said, looking at Caspian and Susan in turn.

"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes." A badger says. Trufflehunter, probably. Trumpkin had said he was friends with a badger. Evelyn smiled. She had always been fond of the little animals. She remembered the stories they used to tell, they always seemed to remember stories well.

"We have anxiously awaited your return my liege." Evelyn heard a voice say, and she turned her head down to find the source. There on the ground, with a small sword and a feather behind his ear, was a mouse. She smiled. What a cute little animal.

"Our hearts and swords are at your service." He finished to Peter, bowing.

Lucy obviously shared Evelyn's opinion on the mouse's cuteness, because she then whispered to Susan:

"Oh my gosh he is so cute."

That obviously didn't please the small creature, for he then drew his sword and pointed it in Lucy and Susan's direction.

"Who said that?!"

Lucy stepped away from Susan, clasping her hands together in front of her.

"Sorry…" she said, smiling slightly.

"Oh." The mouse said, obviously not slightly embarrassed to have addressed a queen of Narnia like that, "uh… Your Majesty. With the greatest respect, I do believe courageous, courteous, or chivalrous" he continued, raising his sword with a flourish, "might more befit a knight of Narnia." He finished, sheathing his sword and smiling.

Evelyn smiled at Edmund, who was obviously also quite amused by the little mouse.

"Well at least we know some of you can handle a blade." Peter said, smirking, obviously lashing out at Caspian, who noticed. He looked down and swallowed.

"Yes indeed," the little mouse said, honored, "and I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, sire."

"Good, because we're going to need every sword we can get." Peter said, turning back to Caspian. Evelyn realized that Peter was obviously intimidated, or more so just angry that Caspian had been taking over while he was gone. Peter had never wanted to leave, and he was trying to make up for it. He wanted to be the High King he once was.

"Well then, you will probably be wanting yours back." Caspian said, obviously rising to meet Peter. The tension between them was crackling. Evelyn had a feeling they wouldn't get along.

Peter grabbed his sword and sheathed it, turning and walking away with a very slight almost unnoticeable eye roll. The others followed along as the Narnians turned and led them somewhere.

They all walked through the trees for a while. Soon Peter was at the front with Caspian, and they were talking about battle plans… and obviously disagreeing. The others were a bit behind them. Evelyn walked next to Edmund and they talked of many things: the old days, their lives, Narnia now...

"Where do you suppose they're taking us?" Evelyn asked him as they walked.

"I heard someone say 'The How,' but I don't know what that is." He said.

"Me neither." Evelyn said, shaking her head. "It's changed so much."

"I know." Edmund says. "I still remember the first time I came here."

"How could you forget?! You were so young then." She laughed. "I remember the first time I saw you."

"Well, you wouldn't forget me."

"Of course not. I thought you were weird looking."

"Oh thanks."

"Oh don't worry. You had enough girls pawning over you when you got older."

"I never liked any of them."

"Remember when Peter pressured you into marrying?"

"How could I forget."

They laughed and sighed, remembering the old days. They walked on through the trees, the sound of weapons in sheaths bouncing around them.

"So, what are they like?!" Evelyn heard the badger, Trufflehunter ask Trumpkin behind them.

"Complainers, stubborn as mules in the morning." Trumpkin replied. Evelyn looked at Edmund. He was the one who never wanted to get up.

"Oh, so you like 'em then." The other dwarf, Nikabrik said.

"Well enough." Trumpkin replied, obviously not quick to admit it. Evelyn chuckled to herself.

Suddenly, Evelyn saw a gap in the trees ahead of them. She walked toward it, and heard Lucy gasp behind her. It was quite a site. She peered around Peter's shoulder, and saw before her, across a huge green field, a hill. It must be what the Narnians called 'The How,' for what else could it be? It was a giant monument of stone, laid into the hill. Evelyn couldn't tell how far back or down it went. They all hurried across the field, and Centaurs greeted them at the entrance. They held up their swords, and created an archway for them. A traditional Narnian welcome. The five royals and Caspian stood there, and then at the same time, the five Kings and Queens walked forward, smiling, for this is what they had missed. Caspian stood behind them, following after. Evelyn felt so… at home now. One small centaur had his sword held too low. She smiled. This was Narnia.

The inside of the How was hot, for the whole place was lit by torches, and forges were being run by dwarves, who were obviously making weapons. Susan and Lucy walked ahead, but Peter, Edmund, and Evelyn stayed with Caspian and looked around. The three of them had always been the more… leading ones.

The two Kings and Evelyn looked around, admiring the work that was being done. The stone walls were held up by pillars, some thick, some thin. It was obviously a naturalized structure.

"It may not be what you are used to, but it's defensible." Caspian said, causing the three to look back at him.

"Peter?" Susan said from across the How, "you may want to see this." They four looked at each other and then went to where Susan was. Peter grabbed a torch as they entered a dark tunnel. He ran it across the uneven stone walls. On them were hundreds of paintings. One was Susan and Lucy riding Aslan. Another was the five Kings and Queens at their thrones.

"It's us." Susan said. Evelyn looked around, slightly sad. She had become a legend again, she had been gone for hundreds of years… again. She stared at the paintings. One was of her and Edmund as they ran on the beach of the Eastern Sea. Another was of her and Peter, bent over a table, possibly discussing battle plans. There was one… of her standing under the White Witch. She closed her eyes and looked back at the others. Peter was looking around, obviously sad like her, and Edmund looked over-whelmed. In the torchlight he looked… younger. He looked young again.

"What is this place?" Lucy asked, furrowing her brow.

"You don't know?" Caspian asked, obviously surprised.

They looked at him blankly. They didn't know. Caspian grabbed a torch and walked further down the passage, the light flickering and making shadows on the walls. Evelyn stayed behind, looking around once more. A certain painting of a faun under a lamppost caught her eye. She smiled sadly and walked on.

As they walked, it got darker, and Evelyn couldn't see very far in front of her. Peter, Caspian and Edmund held their torches high. They all walked into a large cavern, and Evelyn could tell it was large because their footsteps echoed, and the light receded into shadow. Caspian went to the side of the room, and pressed the flame of his torch into a long box that ran the length of the room. Suddenly flame danced around the room, moving from the left to the right. Evelyn's eyes followed it, seeing inlaid statues in the walls, and crumbling columns appear in the fast-appearing light. Suddenly, her eye fell on one certain engraving in the wall, a lion. It was engraved behind an arch way, which lay behind…

The Stone Table.

Evelyn looked at Edmund, their faces bearing the same look of shock and nostalgia. They suddenly realized how long they'd been away. This… this was so different. Evelyn walked forward right after Lucy did. She stared at the engravings on the table. Lucy touched the side of the stone. They looked at each other sadly.

"He must know what he's doing." Lucy said quietly. They all knew she was talking about Aslan. The others stared at Aslan's picture.

"I think it's up to us now." Peter said, his voice shaking slightly. The others looked at him. Edmund clenched his jaw a bit, then looked back at the picture. Evelyn felt inside that Narnia might be falling apart.

Author's Note: Okay, I know that one was a little short. But now that they're at the How, I think I can start adding some more of my stuff that isn't movie-verse. Yay! So tell me what you think, review, PM me, whatever. I'll try to get more up soon!