Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. I've been sick all week, except yesterday and of course, yesterday was Christmas. Couldn't post then. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Disclaimer: I only own Davina and Isaiah.
Chapter 9- Meeting Prince Caspian
The next morning, Peter smiled as he woke, Davina's black curls were laying across his face as his arms wrapped around her waist. He lay there for a few moments, taking in the feeling of having her in his arms once again. It had been a year since he'd gotten to lay like this. He loosened his arms around her and pulled back to sit up and stretch.
Unfortunately, he accidentally hit Davina's wound on the back of her left arm. She woke with a hiss of pain.
"Sorry, Vina." he whispered, hoping not to wake the others. Davina's eyes flitted open and she looked up at him with a smile.
"That's alright." she sat up as well and yawned, laying a head on his shoulder. She took a deep breath. "It feels so good to be here once again. I just wish Isaiah was here to experience it with us."
He draped an arm around her waist. "I know. Me too." He scanned the area and suddenly stiffened.
"What is it?" Davina asked, moving away to look at him, brow furrowed. He jumped to his feet.
"Where's Lu?"
"She can't be too far off. Knowing her she's just looking around." Davina suggested. "Let's see if she found anything." She slipped her hand into his as they began to look around.
"Where do you-" she started to say but Peter cut her off as he pulled her down to a crouch. "What?" she whispered. He pointed to a minotaur walking down a path only a few feet away, a battle axe strapped to his back.
Davina looked forward and pointed hastily forward. Lucy was only a few feet in front of them, now hidden behinda bush as she walked, but would soon be out in the open. Peter jumped toward her.
"Aslan?" Lucy asked as she rounded the bend. Peter grabbed her, covering her mouth with his hand and pulled her onto her seat.
Putting a finger to his lips, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and started to crouch forward.
"Wait, Peter, there could be-" Davina started, but he was already out of hiding and walking stealthily toward the minotaur by the time she could finish. "-others." Sighing she moved to another hiding spot to the far right, and just as Peter was about to make his prescense known, a strange boy about his age jumped out and the two began to do battle.
As Davina suspected, another cloaked figure began running at the fighting battle with Telmarine sword unsheathed. Davina jumped out from her hiding place and began to fight that person as well. Using both swords, she served blow after blow to her cloaked foe. Her opponent seemed unfased by this and before long began backing her up with a series of blows. Stepping back, she tripped over a tree root and fell on her back, knocking both swords out of her hands. The figure drew his sword back to strike her.
Back with the High King and the boy, Peter had just successfully unarmed the boy and took a swing at his head, but the boy ducked and it lodged itself in a tree. Peter fell back as the boy kicked him in the stomach and grabbed a rock. The boy turned his back and attempted to take the blade from the tree as Peter raised his rock to bash the boy's head.
"No! Stop!" Lucy yelled from behind her hiding spot. She jumped into full view and all eyes turned to her. Her eyes flitted from Peter to Davina and Peter's eyes followed and jaw clenched. He dropped his rock and marched over to the cloaked figure.
"You leave her alone!" He ordered threateningly, shoving him aside and grabbing Davina's hand. "Don't you dare touch my wife again!" he yelled as he pulled her up.
Suddenly the cloaked figure's sword clattered to the forest floor. The boy Peter had been battling with gave him a funny look.
"D-Davina? Peter?" It asked, sounding awestruck. The High King and Queen's eyes widened for a moment at being called by name and they took a step back. Suddenly, it lurched forward and hugged both of them at once, it's hood falling off at the same time to reveal Isaiah.
As Isaiah stepped back, Davina felt her knees give way and was glad for Peter's grip around her waist at the moment that held her up. Peter was so in shock that he didn't move, his eyes just widened and mouth dropped open.
Finally, Davina jumped forward and was caught by her twin brother and she sobbed into his chest. "I-I missed you s-so much. I-I thought I'd never s-see you again." she sniffled. He rubbed his sister's back with a smile.
"It's okay, Vina. I'm here now." he comforted.
"T-They said you were dead." she continued.
"I was." he answered. She pulled back to look up at him and he wiped a few of her tears away and kissed her on the forehead. "That's a story for later. Where is everyone?"
"Peter!" a voice called our and all turned to see Susan, Edmund, Lucy and Trumpkin standing side by side. Peter seemed to come out of his trance state and glanced at Susan before turning back to Isaiah and giving him a big hug.
"We missed you." He assured his brother-in-law.
"I'm sure you did. Who else keeps Ed occupied?" he laughed. "I missed y'all too." he smiled.
Three cries of "Isaiah!" suddenly rang out, the loudest, of course, being Lucy's. Suddenly, the other three kings and queens were rushing over, followed by a very confused dwarf.
As they greeted him, Peter looked around and realized there were dozens of Narnians all around them now, apparently sheathing their swords as they realized the threat to their Prince was gone. Of course, now they looked confused, but Peter didn't know that this was because one of the Kings of old had apparently been with them this entire time.
"Prince Caspian?" Peter asked unsurely, looking at the boy he'd been fighting before.
"High King Peter?" he answered with a thick Spanish accent, his eyes scanning over all the Kings and Queens of Old.
"I believe you called." he answered. The others had now joined their group, Lucy and Susan now crying as well. Davina's arm was linked with Isaiah's.
"You're not exactly what I expected." he said.
"Neither are you." Edmund replied, looking over at the minotaur Peter had been ready to attack earlier.
"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes." Trufflehunter wisely stated. Just then a large gray mouse came out, standing on his hind legs, and bowed to Peter.
"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege. Our hearts and swords are at your service."
"Oh my gosh. He is so cute." Lucy whispered from in between Davina and Susan. Both smiled and nodded emphatically.
"Who said that?" The mouse yelled, pulling out his rapier and pointing it around. Lucy bowed her head apologetically.
"Sorry." she answered.
"Oh, Your Majesty." The mouse answered, a little shocked as he put away his rapier. "With the greatest respect, I do believe courageous, courteous, or chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia."
"I told you they'd say you were cute." Isaiah said quietly, earning a look from Reepicheep.
"Well, at least some of you know how to handle a blade." Peter answered Reep, earning a perturbed look from Caspian.
"Yes indeed, and we've put it to good use securing weapons for your army, sire." the mouse answered, unaware of the insult he'd just given the Prince.
"Good. Because we're going to need every sword we can get." Peter said, looking meaningfully at Caspian.
"Well then," Caspian answered, trying to hold back a smirk. "You'll probably be wanting yours back." he said as he held up Peter's blade he'd lodged in the tree earlier. Peter grabbed it irritatedly and sheathed it before turning away. Caspian followed him, as did the others. Isaiah shot Davina a questioning glance and she shrugged in return, looking apologetic. She ran ahead to walk beside Peter.
"What was that?" she whispered harshly as they walked. Glancing behind her, she saw that Lucy was talking animatedly to Trumpkin and Reepicheep, while Susan, Edmund, and Isaiah were probably discussing Peter's behavior. Caspian was now chatting with a large centaur whom she guessed was their general.
"What was what?" he answered, keeping his eyes forward.
"What do you think I'm talking about Peter?" she asked, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.
"You tell me."
"You're hopeless." Davina said exhasperated. "You're blocking me out again. Just like yesterday."
"There was nothing wrong with the way I did things yesterday." he said, looking at her angrily.
"Yes there was. You were being hard-headed and stubborn, just like you are now."
"You're one to talk."
"Don't turn this on me, Peter. We're not talking about me right now. We're talking about you."
"Well this 'discussion' is over." he answered and took bigger strides forward, leaving Davina behind. She put a hand on her forehead and took a deep breath.
What's gotten into him? she thought.
"Come on, Vina, you're going to get left behind." Lucy's voice came from beside her. She opened her eyes and smiled at the younger girl. She took Lucy's hand and sighed, allowing her to lead her forward. Lucy squeezed her hand gently and offered her a sympathetic smile.
"Reepicheep said we're going to a place called Aslan's How." she offered.
"Well any place with Aslan's name in it can't be all that bad of a place."
