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Elli's P.O.V.

Edmund bent down to look at something. Then he just randomly says "Catapults."

"What?" Peter and I said at the same time confusedly.

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

"Dun dun DUN!" I sang. The boys ignored me and ran off, but Susan just looked at me.

"Really, you ARE immature."

"You would say that," I said. "Someday, I'll be living in a big old city, and all you're ever gonna be is mean."

Susan sighed and walked off to where the boys went. Turns out, they ran over to an ivy-covered wall, moved the leaves out of the way, and revealed a door.

"National Treasure or what?" Justin breathed.

One of the guys broke the door down. It was really dark down there. Peter tore off a part of his shirt and it made a big ripping sound. He wrapped it around a stick he had picked up.

"I don't suppose anyone has any matches, do they?" he asked.

"Not Susan, what with her ice of a heart," I muttered.

"I heard that, Elli! Do NOT insult a queen of Narnia!"

"Or else what? You'll come after me? Girl, I've squashed bigger bugs than you."

"Oh, I ought to…."

"You wanna go? Let's go!" I said, putting my fists up. Susan did likewise.

"Ladies! Ladies!" Peter was saying, and Lucy was saying "Please don't fight." Edmund and Justin were watching all of this unfold eagerly. I went for Susan's hair, but she ducked and hit me in the stomach. Before either of us knew what was happening, we were rolling head-over-heels into the dark chamber—and fell down the stairs.

Peter ran down the stairs after us, and pulled Susan off me. "No fighting, girls! You need to learn how to control your temper, considering we're probably going to be together for a while."

"Oh, help me," I said, and Susan said, "NOO!"

That launched Peter into a kingly speech about loyalty and trust and nobody was really listening.

"Su, that's the first time I've ever seen you lose your temper," Edmund chuckled, holding up a flashlight.

"Yes, well, I'm….sorry," Susan said to me.

"Well, I'm not, and I don't think you are either." I crossed my arms and turned on my heel. Nobody was paying attention to us anymore. They were looking around the chamber.

"I can't believe it," Peter said. "It's all still here." They all ran over to their chests like kids on Christmas Day. I just followed Lucy. She pulled out a dress.

"I was so tall," she said, holding up the long dress and giggling.

"Well, you were older then," Susan said.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later, when you're younger," Edmund said, laughing.

"First of all, what?" I asked. "Second of all, might I have a dress, Susan, considering I'm standing here in my soccer uniform and cleats?"

"When we were in Narnia long ago, we grew up. Then, when we went back home, we were young again. When we came back, our castle was defeated. And we're young," Edmund said to me.

Susan handed me a dress and a pair of shoes grudgingly.

"So if you went from home to Narnia over and over, would you live forever?" I asked.

"Yes, I suppose so," Edmund said.

Peter was ignoring us and blew the dust away from an item in his hands. It was a gold plate with the picture of a lion on it. Was this the Aslan dude Lucy was blabbering on about?

Peter looked up all heroic-like.

Susan was looking at her stuff all disappointed-like.

"Aw, did Santa forget you?"

She looked at me coldly. "Actually, no. I must have left my horn on my saddle the day we went back."

"A horn? That's what you're all upset about?" I asked.

"Not just any horn," she snapped back. "When you blew it, anytime you were in trouble, help would come."

"I need help right now," Justin said. "Somebody call 911, because my heart stopped when I looked at you, baby." He looked up at Susan.

"Ugh." Susan scowled at him.

Peter opened his chest, took out his sword, and drew it. "When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death," he read.

"And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again," Lucy finished. "Everyone we knew, Mr Tumnus and the beavers….they're all gone."

"Gone?" I asked. "You mean, dead?"

"I think it's time we found out what's going on," Peter said, heroically putting his sword back into its sheath.

"Speaking of swords, you all have weapons except for me," I whined.

"Me, too!" Justin said.

"Yea, you don't really count, Justine," I said.

"HEY!"

Edmund sighed. "Come on, kids." He led us over to a corner where a big stack of .

"Hey, Ed…. Can I call you Ed?" I asked.

Ed nodded. "Now, for your stature, I would suggest a dagger, like Lucy."

"Seriously? A dagger? Excuse me if I'm short, but I WOULD enjoy a big girl sword like you and Pete."

"Fine. Try to pick one up, then."

I hoisted the sword above my head. It was pretty heavy, but I wasn't going to admit it. "This feels great, Ed."

He shrugged. "Whatever you say."

"ED, WATCH OUT!" I yelled. He whirled around to find Justin swinging a sword around uncontrollably, and it was getting pretty close to Ed's head.

"AH!" Edmund fell to the ground.

"JUSTINE!" I yelled. He immediately dropped the sword.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING, TRYING TO GET ED KILLED—"

"Shh, Elli…." Ed said from the ground.

"NOT NOW, ED!" I yelled.

"No, seriously, be quiet. Don't you hear that?" We all listened really closely.

"Sounds like people," Ed said.

"YES! SOCIETY!" I yelled, running outside. Everyone followed. We saw two men in a tiny canoe about to throw a kid into the ocean. The kid was all tied up and gagged. Susan drew her bow and arrow.

"You go, baby!" Justin yelled.

"Drop him!" she yelled in a deep, manly voice. And, just like she said, they DID drop him—into the water.

"Smart one, Su," I said sarcastically.

One of the soldiers in the boat picked up a crossbow, and Susan shot him on his helmet. It bounced off. They both jumped out of the boat into the water and started swimming to the opposite shore. The kid was sinking to the bottom, and Peter, being the responsible one, jumped in and pulled him to shore. Ed also jumped in, but dragged back the boat to the shore.

I was thinking about helping them, but I decided not to get wet or waste my energy.

Lucy pulled out her dagger and cut the kid's bonds. He pulled the piece of cloth off his mouth.

"DEAR LORD, THAT CHILD HAS A BEARD!" I yelled.

"I'm a dwarf, thank you very much," he grumbled. "And you…." He spun around to face Susan.

"DROP HIM?" he yelled. "That's the best you could come up with?"

"Ooh, I like you already!" I exclaimed.

"A simple thank-you would suffice," Susan said to the dwarf.

"They were doing fine drowning me without your help," he growled.

"Then maybe we should have let them," Peter said, scoffing.

"Why were they trying to kill you, anyways?" Lucy asked.

"They're Telmarines," the dwarf said. "That's what they do."

"What are Telmarines?" I asked.

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" Ed asked.

"WHAT ARE TELMARINES!" I said again.

"They were the enemies of Narnia," Edmund said. "From Telmar."

"Yea, where have you been for the last few hundred years?" the dwarf said.

"It's a bit of a long story," Lucy said.

Susan handed Peter's sword back to him. The dwarf realized that it was the old queens and kings.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he said. "You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?"

Peter held out his hand, whipping his hair dramatically in the wind. "High King Peter…." He shook his hair again…."the Magnificent."

"Oh my, somebody's full of himself," I said, earning a look of hate from Peter.

"Yes, you probably could have left out that last bit," Susan said.

The dwarf laughed. "Probably."

"You might be surprised," Peter said.

"I'm Trumpkin," the dwarf said. Then he tried to whip his hair. In his best kingly voice, he added, "the dwarf."

Everybody laughed.

"I'm Elli," I said. I whipped my hair. "the awesomesauce-i-ness."

"And I'm Justin," Justin said. He whipped his hair. "the hottie."

"Yeah, you keep living that dream, Justine," I said.

Peter drew out his sword.

"Oh no, boy, you don't want to do that, boy," Trumpkin said.

"Not me. Him," Peter said, looking at Ed. Ed drew his sword, and Peter handed his sword to Trumpkin.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" I chanted. Trumpkin took the sword and the sword dropped in the sand, as if it were too heavy for him to lift. Ed smiled at Peter, and you could tell he knew he was going to win this fight. Then, Trumpkin knocked Ed's sword away and swung. Ed ducked, and Trumpkin hit him in the face. Ed backed off.

"Edmund!" Lucy cried.

"Aww, you alright?" Trumpkin asked in mock worry. They kept fighting, and eventually Ed twisted Trumpkin's sword and it flew out of his grip. Trumpkin stared at Ed in amazement. Actually, it looked like he wanted to kiss him.

"Beards and bedsteads! Maybe that horn worked after all," Trumpkin said.

Susan, worried about her precious horn, asked, "What horn?"

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