Chapter 4: old Narnians assemble
The bear stood just before Lucy bearing its teeth. "Susan shot," whispered Edmund to his sister. But Susan was reluctant. For she wondered if the bear was a Narnian. Sweat trickled down the back of Lucy's neck. She only wanted to say hi to the creature.
The bear edged close and closer to Lucy. Until an arrow pierced the creatures neck and it slipped to the ground. Lucy ran to Edmund. For a second Edmund was so surprised that his sister would run to him first that he just stood there. After a few seconds he placed his arms around her and began to stroke her hair. He smiled it felt nice knowing that his family trusted him.
Peter and Susan didn't even notice the two of them hugging, they were no busy thanking Trumpkin. For he was the one that saved their little sister from the bear.
The four siblings and Trumpkin were sitting on the sand watching the sunset. Trumpkin said to had been just under a thousand years since the golden age. They hadn't heard from Aslan in years. "When the Talmarines arrived in Narnia, they killed off most of us Narnians. The survivors headed underground," explained Trumpkin.
"Why have the animals stopped talking?" asked Susan. That had been troubling ever since the bear had attacked Lucy. She had always remembered Narnian creatures being able to talk.
"If you are treated like a dumb animal long enough you become one," said Trumpkin sadly.
"We have to do something," said Peter.
"Before you start planning a battle, let's just you get you four to Aslan's How," said Trumpkin.
Caspian was sitting drinking tea with two with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik going through their plan. "So where exactly are you taking me again?" asked Caspian.
"To the Dancing Lawn. So you can get the old Narnians to fight for you," said Trufflehunter as he poured more tea into a mug. Caspian sighed. How was he meant to convince them? He didn't know what they wanted or did he?
Hoofs. Horse hoofs. It isn't he sound of a Centaur, thought Trufflehunter. "Telmarine soldiers, we must hurry!" shouted Caspian.
Caspian, Trufflehunter and Nikabrik run and run but the horses were fast. Within seconds Caspian new they would be surround. Trufflehunter prayed silently to Aslan. Nikabrik was busy concentrating on not falling over. An arrow shot over Caspian's head and sunk it to the tree, just centimetres from his head. That's when the first solider dropped to the floor. Dead.
Slowly one by one the soldiers dropped to the forest floor. The sick feeling returned to Caspian's stomach, he was next.
He caught his foot on a stone and fell flat on his back. The grass around him began to shake as if something was running in it. Then out of now where a mouse launched itself on to Caspian's chest. Its tiny sword pointing at Caspian's throat. "Chose your last words carefully," said the little creature.
"You're a mouse," said Caspian utterly confused.
"I was hoping for something a little more original," said the mouse.
"Reepicheep no! His the one that blew the horn," said Trufflehunter.
"Seriously him are you sure?" said Reepicheep. Trufflehunter and Nikabrik nodded and pointed to the horn in Caspian's belt.
"Then I will serve you son of Adam," said Reepicheep bowing. Caspian prayed that the other Narnians would be as easily convinced as Reepicheep.
Caspian stood before over a hundred Narnians, his palms sweating. He looked into the forest. For a second he thought about running off but he pushed his fear to one side and stood up straighter. He doubted that the Narnians would fight for him. After all it was his ancestors that, took their land away in the first place. A centaur with honey coloured fur stepped forward ready to question Caspian. "Why should we risk our lies to put you on the throne?" asked the centaur.
"So… so I can return your land to you. With my Uncle running Narnia he will kill every one of you. No matter how deep you dig underground. So you should risk your lives to have a chance to live inpeace again," said Caspian. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw a minotaur raise his axe and shout "For Narnia!"