Authours Note: left you on a bit of a cliffhanger on the last one did I not? Ooossshhh I am cruel. Okay, focus back on Caspian for this part. Well the first part at least.

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Emmerald --

The Great Chase

La Gran Persecución

Caspian ran through the woods, Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, not far behind, also running. Caspian knew he had to get away. Foolish as his intentions may have been to come out here in the first place, and least he now knew where he stood. The Telamrines would certainly stop at nothing until he was dead. Nikabrik had managed to catch the Prince up, however Trufflehunter was trailing behind.

Trying to focus on the trail ahead, Caspian ducked his head just in time, missing an overhanging tree branch. Arrows were flying past Caspian's head, only just missing his delicate features. This was a chase to the death.

Suddenly Caspian heard a cry behind him. He turned around to see Trufflehunter laid on the floor, an arrow had pierced his leg. Caspian hesitated. He knew he should go back for the badger, but he risked his life.

Selfish thoughts Caspian!

Caspian knew they had risked their own lives by following him. He knew the favour had to be returned. He turned back and ran towards Trufflehunter, who had the horn lodged in his hand. "Here, take it. It's more important than I am." Trufflehunter said handing Caspian Queen Susan's horn.

Caspian retrieved the horn back and tied it to his belt. The soldiers were getting closer, and Caspian began to panic. A bead of sweat dripped down his face. He knew how strong the Telmarine army was and he knew would not be able to fight the soldiers with their crossbows.

He stood no chance.

Through no fault of his own, Caspian suddenly noticed that Telmarine soldiers seemed to be falling to the floor, crying in pain. They were being slain by an unidentified source. But what? Deciding to take full advantage of the mysterious killer, Caspian picked up Trufflehunter and placed him over his shoulder. He resumed running towards Nikabrik.

"Take him." Caspian said handing the badger to Nikabrik.

As he turned around to see how the killer had panned out his victims, it was to Caspian's shock that no soldier remained standing. Caspian detected a ripple in the tall grass in front of him and he knew he was the next victim to this unseen killer. Caspian drew his sword, awaiting the fiend. So far this killer had been no enemy to him having killed off all of the Telmarines for him, but now, this thing was coming for him.

How could he kill and enemy that he could not see?

Caspian saw the rustle approach him and it was not long before he was faced with his opponent.

"Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine." The mouse said pointing his miniature, yet, rather lethal, sword at Caspian. Caspian could not believe what was in front of him. His eyes were staring at a mouse. Caspian could only think of one appropriate thing to say at this moment in time.

"You are a mouse." He bluntly stated. The mouse sighed in frustration. "I was hoping for something more…original." He said disappointedly. "Well, pick up your sword." The mouse said as he continued to point the sword at Caspian. Caspian looked at his sword, and then back to the mouse. "No thank you." Caspian said, shaking his head. He had to do anything in his power not to cause a fight with this mouse.

He feared for his sanity and ego that he would most certainly loose out. Loosing out to a mouse was not something Caspian wanted to be remembered by.

The Telmarine that was killed by a mouse.

"I won't fight an unarmed man." The mouse said nonchalantly as he continued to flaunt his sword.

"Which is why I might live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse." Caspian figured flattery would enable him to keep his life.

"I said I wouldn't fight you. I didn't say I would let you live." The mouse said, raising his voice and pointed the sword closer at Caspian.

"That's enough, Reepicheep. Stay your blade." Trufflehunter said. His voice was feeble and he winced in pain due to the arrow that was still in his leg.

"Trufflehunter?" The mouse exclaimed. "You better have a good excuse for this untimely interruption."

"He doesn't, kill him." Nikabrik answered.

"He's the one that blew the horn." Trufflehunter exclaimed.

Reepicheep looked speechless. "What…?"

He was clearly in awe, as he then removed himself off the young Prince. Caspian eyed the mouse, collecting his sword from the floor and getting up, brushing himself down. Suddenly the sounds of hooves were heard.

"Well, then let him come forward. This is the reason we have gathered."

Emerging from the trees, a group of centaurs made themselves present. The one who had spoken, and who Caspian presumed was the leader, was huge, with dark skin and long braided hair. His eyes, however, were an amazing aquamarine colour.

"Glemstorm?" Trufflehunter questioned. "So…it is true…" Glenstorm said quietly, looking down at the young Prince, who himself was looking up in awe of such a magnificent creature. A creature who only a few hours ago, he had believed to be extinct. He certainly knew now that centaurs were most certainly not extinct.

"May I ask Glenstorm, what brings you to these parts of the woods at such a time as this?" Trufflehunter asked politely. "We were heading to The Dancing Lawn." He said in a conceited tone. "All the Narnians are gathering there now. If you remember as far back as I do Trufflehunter, long ago, we were told that if the horn of the Queen of Old were ever blown, we would gather in peace and be reunited with our fellow brethren. We intend to stick to that law."

Caspian was confused. Narnians were gathering now?

Therefore, this horn not only summoned The Kings and Queens, but it summoned help by other forces such as Narnians.

Caspian could not allow it all to sink in.

"I suggest you bring him," Glenstorm ordered looking directly at a terrified Caspian. "I want him to be the one to explain to the others why we have been called and gathered for his aid. I for one wish to know if his intentions are selfish ones or whether he truly cares for Narnia as we do."

Caspian bit his lip as he said this, and he felt the sudden sharp blade make contact with his back. "Lets go, Prince." Nikabrik muttered, holding the blade sharply against Caspian's back.

True to his own belief, Caspian had every reason to be frightened.

Eilonwy rummaged through her belongings, taking the ones that meant most too her, and began to place them into a shoulder bag.

She placed the book that she had stolen from Cornelius' study, a rare picture of her family (including her father, her mother, Caspian's father and mother, herself and Caspian), and some odd pieces of jewellery.

She dressed quickly in one her dresses, and opened one of her other closets, grabbing her old amour that she had worn when she had taken part in her training sessions with Caspian and Glozelle not so long ago. She had never bothered to return it. Also inside her closet, she found an old set of arrows and bow. They would have to do unless there was any chance she could get down the armoury before she left which was unlikely.

When she had dressed fully, she threw a cloak over herself. She grabbed her belt tying it around her waist. Into it, she placed her dagger, and attached a small purse to which she had a few coins (not that she needed money where she was going.) She tied her hair up into a messy bun.

She assembled all of the things onto her bed, and took a deep breath, trying her best to think about how she was going to do this. It was nearing sunset, and Esmeralda would hopefully still be out in the courtyard, providing that she had not been returned.

Eilonwy took another deep breath, before turning her focus to something she had not yet realized. She looked down on her charm bracelet. One of the charms was missing.

When had she lost it…

"Shit!" Eilonwy muttered.

And that's when it hit her. That's what her father had picked it up when he was in the study. Now he knew she had been in there and that was by no means good.

A sudden knock at the door made her panic. Her breathing increased.

"Princesa? Princesa Eilonwy?" It was Donnamaria's voice.

Eilonwy ran to the door, opening it, revealing her nurse and maid. Donnamaria stood before her, a look of confusion across her face.

"Eilonwy? What is going--" Before she could finish her sentence, Eilonwy grabbed her pulling her inside her bedchamber.

Eilonwy placed her hand over Donnamaria's mouth.

"Shhh,esté tranquilo por favor. Por favor impulso que usted se quede silencioso." Eilonwy urged Donnamaria too remain calm and quiet. Donnamaria nodded her head in agreement to Eilonwy's terms.

Eilonwy removed her hand from Donna's mouth. "Gracias."

'Princesa, what is going on?" Donna asked. Eilonwy moved across her room towards her bed.

"I am leaving."

"¿qué? ¿por qué?" Donnamaria pressed.

"I just have to Donnamaria, I cannot explain it now, but Caspian is in trouble--"

Eilonwy was suddenly interrupted by Donnamaria.

"¿Príncipe Caspio? ¿Pensé que él fue capturado por Narnians?"

"Or so we thought."

It became apparent that it was not only the Lords of Counsel that believed Caspian had been abducted.

"I have to go and find him before my father does. I fear for Caspian's life Donnamaria--"

Eilonwy had lost all self-control and began to break down into tears.

Donnamaria rushed to the Princess' aid, embracing her tightly. Eilonwy felt Donnamaria's breathing on her hair.

"No grite a mi Princesa," she said trying to sooth Eilonwy. "I am sure Caspian is fine my dear. He is a strong boy, and an excellent fighter." Eilonwy smiled.

"Sé Donnamaria, pero tengo que ir." Eilonwy looked up at the woman who had been there all along. All seventeen years, this woman had helped her out through so much, very much like Professor Cornelius had been to Caspian.

"¿Entiende usted por qué debo marcharme?" Eilonwy questioned. She asked Donnamaria if she understood why she had to leave.

Donnamaria looked at Eilonwy, before giving her a nod. Eilonwy used her sleeve to wipe away her tears.

"I need you to promise me something before I go," Eilonwy paused. "You cannot tell my father. If he asks, you have not seen me. However, should he for any reason do anything to hurt you to get information, you tell him that I threatened you with a knife and that I told you tell him this: Que yo haya ido para encontrar Caspio. Cuando nos encontramos después, lo veré en el campo de batalla que reclama el reino de Caspian. Y debería tener la buena razón para ser nervioso."

Donnamaria nodded.

"Thankyou, for everything. I hope I live long enough to see you again."

"Do not say such things Princesa. You are too strong for that." Donnamaria said grabbing Eilonwy's hand. "Or mildly stupid." Eilonwy replied.

"No matter what happens, you will always be my Princess." Donnamaria bowed to Eilonwy, and Eilonwy returned the favour. For those few seconds, everything seemed so calm and relaxed, but that was before a huge thump was heard on Eilonwy's door. This made both of them jump, Eilonwy's hand gripping Donna's even tighter.

"Princesa Eilonwy?" a male voice shouted.

"Its them." Eilonwy whispered. "I have to go now."

Eilonwy embraced Donnamaria with every inch of love she had left.

When she broke away, she saw tears stream from Donnamaria's face.

"Go," Donnamaria urged. "Go."

Eilonwy wasted no time. She turned back to Donnamaria, who simply winked at her. "Trust me." She said.

Eilonwy nodded as she grabbed her bag and ran for her study and made the large trek down the spiral staircase, hoping it would give her the time she needed.

Nothing could predict would happen next. Not even Aslan.