Amaya's heart begun to pump fast as she heard screams coming from outside her window. Something was wrong. She looked out her window and saw a woman nearby with an arrow through her chest. She ran to her door, but her father was already there, telling her to run. She came with him and they stopped by the painting of one of their ancestors. Her father had pulled a lever somewhere and the painting moved to give way to a stair case that led to a secret hide out in case anyone from the royal family was in danger.
"I'll be back, you stay down there and don't come out until I get you," Caspian said in a tense whisper. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
Caspian wasn't able to answer, a door opened and banged against the wall loudly. He pushed her in and she toppled her way down the stair way. He shut the passage with the painting and she heard the soft footsteps of her father as he walked away, leaving her all alone.
Tia had been born with a birthmark on her left forearm. It looked like someone spat on her and it stayed there forever, she used to tell her mom. But as she grew older, the birthmark began to look more distinct. It no longer looked like a blob, but an intricate design within an oval.
It seemed forever before her father came back. When he did, he was sweaty and panting, his shirt blood stained and his hair dirty. "They're retreated," he said, out of breath.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"The Archenlanders," Caspian replied.
"Why did they attack?"
"They've accused us of capturing their prince."
Tia was in 3rd grade, instead of first, when she was seven years old. Her intelligence was above-average, and her maturity was undeniable. But her teachers worried that her imagination was a bit too...out of this world. She claimed that she dreams of a lion speaking to her at night. She sees trees dancing—and not in a figurative manner. She says she heard animals talking at times.
Her teachers found it best to tell her parents. But when Zelda and James were informed, they found it not a problem for them or their daughter. It was a gift, Zelda claimed. Imagination is something everyone has; perhaps Tia's was better than others'.
"Prince Alexander?" Amaya asked, even more shocked than before. Caspian merely nodded his head. They soon went back to their rooms, unsure if Narnia was still a safe place.