Disclaimer: Nope. I'm still not a multi-millionaire. Better luck next time.

Though, I would like to take this moment to say, CLEARLY PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER TO READ THESE AUTHOR'S NOTES!! HOW there is still confusion over whether or not I'll kill off Caspian? CASPIAN WON'T DIE!! Man, it's like you people WANT me to kill him off...But, enough about me, here's some more for you...

Listening to: This Is Home by Switchfoot; the rest of The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Soundtrack

Chapter Four

Upon reaching the castle, the four Pevensie children immediately separated about to complete their various tasks. Peter headed to the throne room to try and attempt to gain some sort of order to more properly run the kingdom; Edmund headed to the stables to attempt to locate the new general; Lucy headed off to the kitchen to interrogate some of the staff; and Susan headed straight for her almost-boyfriend's chambers, claiming that she needed to "evaluate the complexity and convolution of the existing circumstances" or something along those lines. No one really understood what she was saying, but her siblings knew her good enough to know when to leave well enough alone.

Of course, you must keep in mind that it was currently around four or so in the morning, so most of the people in the castle were sleeping (which is what Trumpkin ran off to do as soon as they were in sight of the castle), something Trufflehunter attempted to tell the children, but, as usual, no one paid the badger any mind...instead, upon finding out that they would have to wait until morning, the other three decided to join Susan and visit the young king on his deathbed.

Reaching Caspian's chambers, the quintet (for Trufflehunter was still with them, you see) found three others already in the room. One of the three, an elderly man, stood up as if to shoo them away.

"You cannot be in here," he began, prepared to deliver a long monologue about the dangers of disrupting a deathly-ill person when they happened to be resting.

"Uh...Lord Glynn," Trufflehunter interrupted, wringing his paws nervously.

"What?" the irate healer snapped.

"These are the Kings and Queens of Old."

"...Oh. Well, I suppose they can come in, then."

"That's very kind of you, sir," Lucy piped up, a bright smile on her face.

"Just don't bother him too much," one of the other men in the room spoke up.

Just as Edmund was about to speak up to ask them who they were, Trufflehunter started to speak once more.

"Your majesties, these are our two castle healers, the Lords Tungsten and Glynn. And that over there is Lord Duròn; he's one of the advisors."

"Yes," Duròn replied. "Doctor Cornelius sent me to check up on how the king is doing."

"How is he?" Peter spoke up.

"Well," Tungsten began, pushing himself up from his seat, "he's doing much better. We gave him something that would help some, and he should be waking up soon."

"So he's better?" Susan dared to hope.

"Anything but," the older healer responded. "What we gave him is only a temporary cure; the more you administer it, the less effect it has. And we also don't want his body becoming dependant on anything. There are a couple other things that might help as well, but the most we can hold the poison at bay would be only about three or so weeks, give or take a few days."

"So, basically," Susan said slowly, "We have three weeks to find Lucy's potion or Caspian will...?"

"Die? More or less, give or take a few days."

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" the gentle queen snapped, whirling around to face her elder brother. "We should start looking immediately!"

"...Su," Peter started, "It's only about four in the morning. Let's get some sleep, and in the morning we can sort everything out, okay?"

"Yes, my queen," Duròn added. "The king will still be here in three hours. And you can do much more when well rested than you can when tired."

"He's got a good point, Su," Lucy agreed.

"Fine, fine. We can start in the morning."

"Well, if that's all settled," Edmund cut in, yawning loudly, "then where are our rooms? Because I'm tired, let me tell you."

"Edmund!" his three siblings shouted.

"What? It's true. Whether or not Caspian is dying won't change that fact. I want to sleep."

"You're incorrigible," Peter muttered under his breath before speaking up. "Well, where are we sleeping?"

"Just follow me, your majesties," the badger responded.

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"Well?" a voice asked, making Duròn miss a step as he walked down the hall. "How is our young king?"

"Alive," the advisor replied as the other man, dressed in a servant's garb, fell into step with him.

"Alive?" the man asked.

"For now, at least."

"That's...good...I suppose."

"You would think so, wouldn't you?" Duròn mused.

"Is it true?" the mysterious man asked suddenly, brushing a strand of curly black hair out of his face. "Did Doctor Cornelius really summon the Narnian 'Kings and Queens of Old' back?"

"Yes, actually. They're trying to figure out who poisoned our dear king...oh. And they're also trying to build us a navy before the Calormenes attack."

"Well, I certainly wish them good luck with that," the black haired man replied, a smile on his face. "After all, they'll need it."

"Yes, and unfortunately, luck is most often on the opposing side."

"Very true, very true."

"Ah. By the way, Roch, I need you to deliver a message for me."

Roch smirked. "Of course, my lord," he replied, executing a low, sweeping bow, sarcasm blatant in his every move. "Whatever you need of me."

Duròn scowled, but left it alone. After all, as un-subservient as Roch could be at times, Duròn knew that the young man could be relied on.

"Just don't get caught," the advisor snapped, tossing his letter to the other man before storming off.

"I wouldn't dream of it," the young Telmarine smirked in reply.

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"Glynn! Glynn!"

The old healer groaned as a loud voice intruded upon his peaceful sleep. Cracking an eye open, he glared at his young cohort.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm sleeping?"

Tungsten glared for minute before announcing his news.

"He's waking up. I figured that would be important enough to wake you for, but if not—," the younger healer didn't even complete his sentence before Glynn was up and rushing to the side of the king's bed. "I thought as much."

The grey-haired man shushed him, concentrating intently instead on the shifting youth lying on the bed.

After nearly ten minutes of intense anxiety, the two healers watched Caspian crack his eyes open, fully awake for the first time in over a day. The teen glanced at both their faces, a frown of confusion marring his features.

"What...happened?" he rasped.

Tungsten and Glynn nearly passed out from relief.

TBC...

Adrian: Okay, guys, I've managed to update on another Wednesday, but my schedule for the next month or so is going to be really hectic, so I'm going to change my update day to either Thursday or Friday. I've realized that either day is more convenient for me to update on. Also, it's right before the weekend, so I figure it can let people read it faster.

And I made Caspian wake up. Because it's about time. Caspian IS the main character of this story, after all. So, from here on it, plenty of Caspian, Edmund, and Susan. Lucy, maybe. I'm not sure how much Peter I'll get in the story, but he does have kind of an important part to play. I mean, if you call humour important, which I do...Whatever.

I won't say anything about the six measly reviews (but very appreciated and quality reviews!) I received because, quite frankly, I probably deserved that little for the lack of update in a very long time. HOWEVER!! This chapter, I expect more because I'm on over twenty people's favourite story list. That means at LEAST over twenty reviews. Seriously. If it's a favourite story, you should at least want to review it. And I won't even get into the author's alert numbers. After the forty-something reviews the first chapter, you've let me down, man... Also, we now have this handy little thing called Reader Traffic! So I know when you read my story...Be warned...I expect reviews...

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