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Lucy's POV

The sight that greeted us as we neared the crossing was one of devastation, as hundreds of workers sliced trees down to make catapults and the making of a bridge. We looked over the work until the neigh of a nearby horse made us hide behind the large trunks of wood.

"Perhaps this wasn't the best way to come after all," Susan whispered as Edmund tightened his arm around my shoulder. The horses moved along, and we saw a stern looking man in the lead.

"Miraz," Trumpkin whispered, holding the hilt of his sword just in case. Peter looked one moment longer before getting up and going back the way we came. I shared a nervous look with Stripes before following him.

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We found our way back to where I saw Aslan, and I was staring intently over the gorge until Peter spoke.

"So where exactly do you think you saw Aslan?" He asked in a similar way he did before.

"I wish you'd all stop trying to sound like grown-ups," I said, turning to look at them. "I don't think I saw him, I did see him."

"I am a grown-up," Trumpkin said, while Stripes rolled his eyes. I walked over to where I was stood when I saw Aslan.

"It was right over…" I started, before the ground below me gave way and sent me down. Believing I would fall to my death, I screamed until I reached the ground just below where I was a moment ago.

"Lucy!" Susan shouted, as she and the others crowded around the hole where I fell. Seeing as I was alright, they relaxed slightly.

"…here," I finished, smiling as I looked down seeing a clear path for us to follow. Leading the way down, I felt confident that it was Aslan that showed us the way across. When we reached the bottom, Trumpkin helped me to cross the river without falling over and I smiled at him each time he stopped me from falling. As we reached the other side, everyone looked over at me.

"Well done for finding a way across, Lu," Peter said, and I gave a small smile.

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I lay awake, with my hands behind my head, gazing up at a sky I hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.

"Lucy, are you awake?" Susan whispered from next to me. Too intent on the night sky, I only made a quiet noise to show I was. "Why do you think I didn't see Aslan?" she asked, causing me to turn so I was facing her.

"You believe me?" I asked her, frowning.

"Well, we got across the gorge," she said as a way of explanation.

"I don't know. Maybe you didn't really want to," I said, not wanting to upset her.

"You always knew we'd be coming back here, didn't you?" she asked, sounding more like a statement.

"I hoped so," I replied, nodding. Susan stayed silent before lying on her back with an arm behind her head.

"I finally just got used to the idea of being in England," she said, more to herself than to me.

"But you're happy to be here, aren't you?" I asked eyes slightly wide at the thought of her not wanting to be here.

"While it lasts," she quietly said, while I was unable to say anything. I lay back down before turning away from Susan, grabbing Stripes' paw when I noticed his eyes were open and watching me.

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Something woke me early the next morning. The sun was just rising, and the others were still deeply asleep. Hearing the noise again, I decided to investigate so left the camp, hoping to return before they woke. I walked slowly around a clearing of tall, thin trees, and it felt like nothing had changed since the last time we were here. Light petals blew in the wind past me, taking the form of a tree nymph that floated into the sky and then broke apart. I smiled as more tree nymphs gathered around me, until one formed and pointed to something behind me. Turning, I saw how the trees I had walked through moved and bent to show a thin, winding path. I walked slowly, in no rush to leave this perfect scene.

"Lucy…" I heard a familiar but faint voice say, stopping me in my path. "Lucy," it said clearer. My eyes widened, and I rushed to find the speaker.

"Aslan!" I shouted, seeing the lion stood proudly on a slight rise in the ground. Reaching him, I clung to the side of his head in case he left again.

"I've missed you so much! You've grown," I said, moving away from him and seeing he was taller than me.

"Every year you grow so shall I," he said, smiling.

"Where have you been? Why haven't you come to help us?" I asked, my face falling.

"Things never happen the same way twice, dear one," he said, making me show a small smile. A twig broke and…

I woke up. Looking around, I found I was still at the camp, and seeing Aslan was only a dream.

"Susan! Wake up!" I whispered to her, hoping she would come with me.

"Certainly, Lu. Whatever you like," she replied sleepily, before falling asleep again. Hearing the noise again, I gave the group one last look before retracing my steps from my dream. Compared to the dream, this reality was dark and lifeless, and I prayed for branch to move.

"Wake up," I urged the closest tree near me, placing my hand on it gently. Knowing it wouldn't move, I left to where I had seen Aslan in my dream. The sound grew louder, so I knew I was close.

"Aslan?" I asked aloud, but was grabbed from behind by Peter, telling me to be quiet. We looked around the hedge and saw a large but old minotaur. Peter motioned to stay quiet before he unsheathed his sword and moved closer to the creature. Out of nowhere, a boy around Peter's age stops his sword from attacking anything. They fought until Peter managed to rid the other boy of his sword, missing him by an inch and getting his sword stuck in a sword. The boy kicked Peter away and as he was trying to grab the sword, Peter picked up a large rock.

"No, stop!" I shouted, showing myself as I noticed the growing number of Narnians that came to help the boy. Peter lowered the rock instantly, looking around and seeing the large number and variety of Narnians around us.

"Prince Caspian?" Peter asked the boy, ignoring the fact he was holding his sword.

"Yes? And who are you?" Prince Caspian answered.

"Peter!" Susan's voice shouted, emerging round the corner with Edmund, Trumpkin and Stripes. The prince looked down at Peter's sword and noticed the lion head hilt.

"High King Peter," he realised.

"I believe you called," Peter replied, a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"Well, yes but, I thought you'd be older," the Prince said, looking from Peter to all of us.

"Well if you like, we could come back in a few years," Peter said, turning as if to leave before Caspian stopped him.

"No. No, that's all right. You're just…You're not exactly what I expected," he said, his eyes lingering on Susan for a moment.

"Neither are you," Edmund said suddenly, keeping an eye on a minotaur.

"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," a badger said, to which Stripes and Trumpkin smiled at.

"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege. Our hearts and swords are at your service," a small mouse said, coming forward and bowing before Peter.

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

"Who said that?" the mouse asked, waving his sword around.

"Sorry," I replied, feeling guilty.

"Your majesty, with the greatest respect, I do believe courageous, courteous or chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia," the mouse replied, smiling as he sheathed his sword.

"Well, at least we know some of you can handle a blade," Peter said, smiling at the small creature.

"Yes, indeed. And I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, sire," the mouse replied, and I noticed Caspian's locked jaw.

"Good. Because we're going to need every sword we can get," Peter said, looking back towards Caspian.

"Well then, you will probably be wanting yours back," Caspian replied, holding Peter's sword out. Peter took it, rolling his eyes as he turned away. We moved a few steps before laughing stopped Peter mid-step, making him look to his right. Each of us shared a look before trying to see what he was looking for. A centaur walked forward, looking back at the person who was laughing.

"I know that laugh," Peter whispered, and gasped when the laughing voice stopped when they met his eyes. The person moved away from the centaur, eyes unwavering as she neared Peter but stopped when she was next to Caspian.

"Hello, Peter," Louise said, her voice as cold as a piece of ice.